bending_sickle | This place gives me an uncomfortableness.* (Reply)

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I'm a full day ahead. I've got the plot set up for Ye Hell Breaks Loose scene. I kinda sorta know where I'm going?

Well right now I'm going to get food - yes, at midnight, again - and then going to watch American Horror Story: Asylum and be horrified and all uncomfortable and stuff. I don't even know what I watch the show. It's upsetting and yet...

Also I haven't been on my flist all month and I am so sorry. I will catch up, I double-pinky-swear.

Chip moved to stand beside him and leaned against the wall. “Hey, Chuck.”

“Hey, Chip.”

“What’s going on?”

Chuck shrugged. “I think we’re going on an offensive defense? Does that even exist? I don’t know, I was never into sports. Anyway, these things you guys brought back,” he gestured towards the bag at their feet, “look to be the key. Of course they are also the equivalent of having hearts in a jar, or kidneys in a box, or some other organ in some other container.”

Chuck looked down at the jars and reconsidered. “No, no, it’s worse,” he said, staring at the warm glow. “It’s like a whole person in a jar. That is just creepy.” A pause. “And warm. They’re creepy and warm and disturbing and I don’t even want to know what we’re going to do with them.”

“Getting them was pretty messy,” admitted Chip.

“Understatement, I’m sure.”

“Yeah. Understatement.”

* Jayne Cobb, Firefly