The One Where The Movie Was Better [video]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[The hallway passes lazily behind them. They're doing a walk-and-talk again, but there's no urgency behind this one. Sorkin would be so disappointed, but the fact that they aren't in their mess of a room staring at any number of TV screens might be a little significant.]

Horror's not really our genre.

[Scrad says.]

Great party, though, wasn't it?

[Charlie adds. Scrad looks as close to thoughtful as he is capable of looking.]

[Spam for Kay and also open.]

[They've finished their broadcast, and the comm is tucked back away in one of the many pockets on their vest, but it still can't be said that they're looking where they're going. Scrad is looking at their feet. Charlie is watching the ceiling pass by. Some things will never change.]

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[Spam]

[most_feared]

[Kay's still kind of cross by the time he happens across Scrad and Charlie in the hallway. He stops and just watches as he's coming at him, waiting to look up. Or down.

Waiting.

Waiting.

They're nearly upon him before he actually says] Look at where you're going.

[spam]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady's feet appear in mismatched bunny slippers.] Boys?

[Uhoh. She sounds a bit shaky. And she is. This is actually the soonest she's been functional after that...place. But she has to check on them.]

Yes they did throw lovely parties but are you all right?