Who do I have to kill around here to get Chinese food that isn't microwaved?

So many familiar faces.

A message, Spike: she lied.

Ah--

I loathe the static and the dark. Even Titan had stars. How fitting a place this must be for the lost.

Without the finality of death, life loses meaning. In this place without true death, men cannot make themselves into warriors of the flesh. What purpose does it serve? You must fill your souls in other ways, souls that have passed on.

I find no comfort in the sights. Nor fear.

Is this what you wanted?

POLY PLAYERS, PLEASE DEFRIEND THIS JOURNAL, IT IS GOING TO BE USED FOR A DIFFERENT GAME

Below this note are entries from Vicious' stint at polychromatic. I'm leaving them up in the even anybody else wants to dig through for memory purposes. \o/

September seems to have rained quite a hell down on our collective wardrobes thus far. I could not divine the purpose nor function of my unknown donor's attire last week; I imagine I will have to burn today's.

I wonder how much of this is Spike's.

{Private to Gren; Unhackable}
Need to stock up for a transfusion? Now's your chance.

Gender switches?

I wonder if it was experimental chemicals.

{FILTER: No cops, Bebop crew, or Shinigami; Unhackable}

I'm looking for a drug dealer.

A belated welcome back, Faye. The child is unfortunately no business of mine, but I did feed the dog for you.

{Private to Elle; Unhackable}
Congratulations, by the way.

Lots of commotion lately.

Think. Efficiency. It works better.

I'm looking for couriers. Again.

{Private to Elle; Unhackable}
How's your schedule look?

{Private to Morn; Unhackable}
I have something for you.

{Private to Mei Lin; Unhackable}
How is she?

That was a headache I could have done without. No worse for the wear, despite it.

{Private to Lin; Unhackable}
Status?

{Private to Elle; Unhackable}
How'd it go?

I'd forgotten the charm of bonfires. How uplifting.

{Private to Faye Valentine; Unhackable}
Guess.

{Private to Morn Hyland; Unhackable}
How are you finding your work?

With pride comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.
- Chinese proverb.

Too much humility is pride.
- German proverb.

(edit)
Pride earned is grace.
- Kuchiki proverb.

{Private to Lin; Unhackable}
I have updated orders for you. I'll need to see a report on your current activity.

How's the plant?

{Private to Squall; Unhackable}
Come by and pick up a shipment and a shopping list. You'll take it to Count D's petshop and leave it there, and purchase the items on the list. Come back, give me those items, and I'll pay you. That's it.

{Private to XXXX; Unhackable}
I'm leaving your shipment at Count D's petshop. Wait two days. Buy something when you're there and leave your earnings with the proprietor. Keep your cut.

This shipment should last you a while.

I imagine some of you may have expected a snake.

{Filtered & Unhackable; conveniently not viewable by any other Cowboy Bebop characters}

I'm looking for couriers. You will be payed well.

{Private to XXXX; Unhackable}

Did you receive the delivery?

( This does not exist IC )

This compulsion is pointless.

I was damned to Hell before I died, but Hell would not have me - would not kill me, either. Hell spat me back out and I took with it the fury it held.

There's less fire in Hell than I thought. The burning is somewhere deeper, worse than even that. All we consume is the smoke and ash, that ash made of the dead. It sinks up through the ice and still burns out the lungs all there.

I see we are not without a sense of humor, City.

[brief static - clickclick]

Eighth division artillery do you copy, over.

[pause, muted background noise]

Eighth division artillery do you copy, over.

Titan dispatch this is eighth division artillery wing alpha zero, we need rendezvous coordinates or a civilian stand-down order, we're seeing a lot of heat and crossfire, do you copy, over.

[another pause, muted conversation that's not quite able to be made out]

Back zero niner reverse halo. Private Eckener, touchback.

[muffled] Where the hell is he. [end transmission]

[ooc: Continuing with the 'What If?' theme, Spike and Vicious still think they're Titan soldiers on leave, and now that they've sobered up, they're a little concerned with the chaos and the fact that they can't seem to find the rest of their squad. ACTION IS WELCOME! They're slinking around in an attempt to be covert and look for their people at the same time.]

Reflecting on the merits of inhuman sparring and feminizing televisions: well played, City.

In such confined space, it's refreshing to find so many alternatives to listening to the hissing and squalling of veined topics at present. All together, not a terrible example of forced diversity. Tolls aside.

{private to Lin - Unhackable}
Report.

{private to Lin - Unhackable}

Your location?

{moderately Filtered in the unhackable sense; conveniently not viewable by any other Cowboy Bebop characters}

Death once was expected, predicted, even embraced. When fate has frayed beyond repair, when threads turn all to dust, there is but the exhale. That last jolting twinging heartbeat. Eyes open. To the last.

And if you had a comrade in that last moment, what happens when they break the pact?

It is a rare occurance in my time to witness the birth of an entirely new species, particularly one outside the confines of a laboratory. I have to wonder at their potential place in the food chain. Fully functional and mildly sentient, apparently born of some unholy union. What ominous foreshadowing, in this pla--

[and if there were a video post, you would now be seeing Vicious stop, look over, and trap a beastie under a pan.]

... I have rarely benefited from playing Space Invaders as a child. There is a purpose for everything, I suppose.