19 [ACTION/TEXT]

[bestsweater]

[In the aftermath of the chicken fight (and not the fun kind you do in pools), Brock's magnificent statue somehow remained untouched. All that blue miracle goop sure is convenient.]

[One overnight trip to the hospital later (after a particular action thread takes place in this very journal), a text post appears on the network.]

I hope everyone's okay. It sounds like you are. I'm okay, too, mostly. I think I need to take a few days to myself. To. Recover. From that.

Comments

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

no

why

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

Why not? It sounds perfectly logical to me.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

I don't want to talk about any of this.

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

Very well.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. This is just. Really uncomfortable.

[reign-of-power.livejournal.com]

No please. Do go on.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

No, this conversation is over forever, everybody go home.

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

Can you at least tell me where I can get Skitty shorts?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Oh, uh. Those were a gift. You can...probably find them online?

[goaheadnblunder.livejournal.com]

See, this is what happens when your dick is exposed to straight women. They're going to ask you questions about it, even if it never fell off!

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

This is the worst.

[goaheadnblunder.livejournal.com]

Go out for a drink and get so drunk you won't remember a thing. Or won't care.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

The doctors said it was bad to mix alcohol and painkillers.

[goaheadnblunder.livejournal.com]

oh.

...


File for a vacation and go to the hot springs or something.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

That's not a half-bad idea.