(SPEECH TO TEXT) FROM: @OBJECTION | TO: @ALL

[murdocksboy]

I've been advised against using my real name, so I suppose for now you can call me Jack. As a relatively recent addition to COST, I'm curious to learn more about my fellow recruits. What led to your decision to join up? What has your experience been like?

And maybe most pressing at this moment: do any of you have advice on how you dealt with your near-death experience and the recovery following it?


@OSCARBAIT | @SPIRITFINGERS | @APPLEDIE

I hope you've had better success than I have.

Comments

[inconstantly]

Oh come now, Battle, everyone's a snowflake. Blind man who easily catches things thrown his way? A man who takes being compared to Chinese food in stride? Unique as an eight-legged horse.

[John shakes his head, popping his own cork off the bottle and taking a deep swig.]

Must still have spiders on the brain. I'll throw in an extra leg to avoid the unfortunate comparison.

[murdocksboy]

Maybe I like Chinese food. [ John's remarks coax a little grin out of him, though, so that's some progress. ]

I'll make you a deal, though. You can keep your extra legs and I'll refrain from starting another lecture.

[ You're a nice guy, Constantine, but you have some very questionable habits.

Matt supposes that the point to this visit probably includes some kind of friendly conversation, but he'll need to get a little further into the bottle in his hand before he starts discussing his feelings. ]

[inconstantly]

You can't lecture me over a metaphor, good sir. Well. I suppose you could but it would have very little point.

[He's not talking about actual legs, no need for any of that. The limb collection stays in John's room like a civilized heathen.]

But if you're looking for actual food, Chinese or otherwise, I'm afraid I didn't bring any.

[murdocksboy]

I'm Catholic, I can lecture you about absolutely anything.

[ The wine is good, but more importantly it's strong, and Matt takes a few swallows on the first pull, closing his eyes to feel the alcohol start to seep into his bloodstream. ]

Not really interested in food right at the minute. [ Food just slows the absorption. ] And where does a guy who can conjure fire get off labeling other people 'unique', anyway?

[ What a ridiculous thing to argue about, yes. But it's better than wallowing, and John seems like a guy who enjoys locking horns. ]

[inconstantly]

A guy who can conjure fire is the perfect kind of authority to label someone as unique.

[He takes another drink from his own bottle, turning over Matt's words in his head.]

Lecturing doesn't mean I have to listen. Wasn't raised in the church, never got used to sermons.