fact: the poseur in the bowler gets shot first

[slushfund]

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[blowfish]

Sacrifice??? That doesn't happen

[slushfund]

Where do you think the chum is from?
I saw an eyeball in it, one time.
An inlander wouldn't understand...

[blowfish]

oh my god shut up
I'm not dumb enough to believe that you know

[slushfund]

I've never called you that.
I'm simply returning your shitty horror story!

[maybe he doesn't want you to go to bed either... not that he likes you or anything...]

[blowfish]

lol
k tell me more about the chum ritual sacrifice and make it scary

[♥]

1/2

[slushfund]

It's a bunch of marine biologists holed up on a big ass ship for months on end.
Some only see land for brief stops to refill the tank with gas and that's that.
Of course, there's always a mix of sea-farers who drive the chartered vessels while the nerds do their business in the ocean.

Sometimes, they can't go back to shore for weeks and weeks.

So what else are you supposed to do when your supply of bait runs low and you are expected to make a deadline for your doctumentary.
How could you possibly tell the incredibly world famous narrator you have no footage, because you ran out of chum and couldn't fish up anymore because of the dire lack of bait?
Late at night, after the decision is made, most of them will turn to the captain of the ship or the deckhands.
There are plenty of tools to do the job with.

Fishhooks.
Wire.
Camera gear.
Various heavy items such as oars and drink coolers.

Anything for the hungry sharks circling deep below, waiting for the inevitable human remains.

In the end, it's just the natural order of events out on the water.
When you are faced with strict film requirements such as great white shark breaches that happen in mere milliseconds, you get desperate; frightened.

[slushfund]

No one says no to Sir David Attenborough.

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[blowfish]

[Okay, it starts out mildly creepy... and then it just is not.

Jesse scoffs at his screen as he scrolls down, eventually dropping his palm pilot so he can bury his face in his hands. How did he find an image like that?! Did he make it? Shoulders are shaking on quiet laughter from where he's laying in bed. He picks his phone back up...

Typing, typing...]

Fucking terrifying
I'll be seeing Attenborough's face in my dreams for the next week
Just before he throws me overboard for a late deadline

Kinda sounds like some people I used to work with now that you mention it

[slushfund]

[preens— but oh.

hiruma tries to keep things light.]

The people you used to work with would let a giant green bird hump the side of your head?
Ouch, get outta dodge.

[blowfish]

...what??

[someone has never seen the video.]

[slushfund]

[OH NO.]

LOL THAT'S THE FIRST THING WE'RE WATCHING TOMORROW.

[blowfish]

It's been forever since I had to resist searching for something on the internet...

[HE WANTS TO WATCH WITH YOU.]

[slushfund]

[..............]

You don't go looking for it, I want to show you.
Understand?????
It'll be much more funny.

[just to make sure.............]

If your laugh is fake, I will know.

[blowfish]

[ahaha...]

Shit... i'm typing it in
Something's loading
can't... can't stop myself.......

[slushfund]

... I can tell what you're doing.

[blowfish]

There's a shocker

but really how would you tell if I cheated? Now I'm curious

[slushfund]

I would take your word for it.
Other than that, you're especially easy for me to read.
Your real laugh is different.

1/2

[blowfish]

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[blowfish]

[You know when someone is typing, stops, and starts again, and stops...and starts again... yeah. If Hiruma's watching the screen at all.]

well
It's more fun to watch things with you so it don't matter

[slushfund]

[considering they're doing nothing but lying in bed texting each other, hiruma is absolutely watching the screen.

but he only realizes he's laughing quietly into an empty room (—since when?) after he glances over to see expansive, barren space, instead of another set of bunk beds. there used to be a time when a simple knock on the wall by his bed could could reassure him that someone's less than two feet away.

always a racket, no matter how soft the sound. if only separated by paper thin gyprock.]

Yeah.

It's fucking boring up here.
Ritzy as hell, hard to complain, but I could hear a pin drop across the room; it's unnaturally quiet.
Perhaps they have soundproofed this place, or there may be some future noise-cancellation shit.

[blowfish]

[It's not the first time during the conversation he finds himself wishing he could amble one door over and keep the both of them company. Can't be done and the instinct refuses to go dormant anyway.]

Background noise could help you sleep
TV, music, something
But I know what you mean
I got used to sharing and now this whole apartment is mine
It's weird

[slushfund]

You lived by yourself back on Earth, too, right?

[part of him wonders if jesse's done that himself.]

[blowfish]

Uh huh
It was cool. I had an entire house to myself.
Could party whenever...

[In other words, it was just as lonely as this.]

[slushfund]

You bought a whole house?

[ah, right. drug dealer. hiruma wonders about the cost of living in albuquerque.]

Tell me about it.

[blowfish]

It was supposed to be mine
It belonged to my aunt. She died and my parents stole it from me. but I totally stole it back.

[He does miss that house sometimes. There was a reason why he never wanted to go in the first place.]

They used me cooking my product there as a reason to kick me out, so I used that as a reason to keep them from selling to anyone else

[Clever, huh? Well, he thought so anyway.]