fifty-three words

[endthem]

[he's been lounging, unmoving, in front of an open window at the outpost for some time now. Maybe napping, maybe thinking.

Until there is simply a moment where he opens his eyes long enough to make sure that the journal is still beside him and open, and then speaks]

It does get lonely out here. I never get any visitors at all. ...I wonder if it is the prospect of the Dead Zone that puts people off.

[and then a little sigh, as if this is all just coming to him as he's speaking]

But I hear that some of you will be taking turns to come and keep me company soon, is that right? I truly am looking forward to spending time with you. Good conversation is in painfully short supply around here.


[filtered to Joshua]

[and then the subtle amusement in his voice drops out to casual nothing]

How are you?

Comments

Joshua

[endthem]

I've been on my very best behavior, of course.

Colette is easy to convince. [painfully, ridiculously easy] The others will be less so.

I'm hoping that my cooperation with my new caretakers will help that, however.

Legato

[ofhope]

Do you know who they are?

Joshua

[endthem]

Not yet.

[:/]

Legato

[ofhope]

Let me know when you do.

Joshua

[endthem]

Why?

[not that he won't. he's just curious.]

Legato

[ofhope]

Like I said; Everyone's connected. You never know.

Joshua

[endthem]

Mm. ...See, isn't this better than sulking?

Legato

[ofhope]

I wasn't sulking.

Joshua

[endthem]

Of course not.

[were too.]

Keep me informed of what you find, and I will do the same. Agreed?

Legato

[ofhope]

Fair enough.