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[gr8muppetyodin]

Okay, so, I just have to check something. Like, really check it. Because if this is real then hey -- totally on board and yay retirement! If not, someone just needs to burst my bubble now.

Is there really no graveyard? I don't want to know for morbid reasons. Totally professional ones. But, like, there isn't, right?

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audio; UN: forthedefense

[fightlikehell]

I can't attest to knowing for certain first hand... but I think that their whole operation relies on us being alive and cooperating.

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[gr8muppetyodin]

Well, it's still somewhat hopeful. And I get that they want us alive but that doesn't always mean there aren't, um, different levels of alive. And since someone would need to keep it in check I just wanted to make sure before I started acting like I was on a long overdue vacation. Nothing worse than partying prematurely.

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[fightlikehell]

Nothing wrong at all with cautious optimism.

[gr8muppetyodin]

First time for everything. Not sure I've ever felt that before. It's either all or nothing.

[fightlikehell]

I think it would be beneficial if you gave it a try. Think about it, you're free to enjoy the moment as it stands knowing that it lacks permanence. Sure it will have it's share of agony but assuming the very best and being disappointed or assuming the absolute worst and denying any chance of contentment isn't great either.

[gr8muppetyodin]

Pretty sure you only get to say that because you have the voice that you do. And you phase it so... perfectly. I mean, how am I supposed to argue with that and not have it look like I'm some miserable jerk who wants to see the worst? Because I actually don't. I'd like to believe I've done my part and now I get to party. But yeah, totally used to the other shoe constantly dropping and raining on my parade.

[fightlikehell]

Sorry. That's a force of habit. I'm a lawyer.

And honestly, it's easier to say than practice. I'm used to catastrophic results too. You're not a jerk.

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[inshallah]

I have not seen one myself.

Why is it important?

[gr8muppetyodin]

It's a work thing. Was a work thing. So long as there's no graveyard here, then I'm thinking it's time for a career change.

[inshallah]

What were you before?

What sort of things are you interested in doing now if you need to change?

[gr8muppetyodin]

Ah, walked around graveyards a lot. At night. It was a whole thing.

Anything. It's the first time I've ever had a choice in what I do.

[inshallah]

That sounds a bit creepy...

[ A few seconds later. ]

I don't mean to be rude.

What sort of things do you like? Do you know?

[gr8muppetyodin]

I'll be honest, it's hard not to make it sound creepy and I'm really bad at lying, so. Creepy it is.

Hey, I get it. I really do. And honestly, not the worst interaction I've ever had so you're cool. Not rude at all.

Ah, work wise? No idea. Like, I've never had a normal job. I do like dancing, shopping, working out, and punching things. I don't think there's a career that incorporates all of those, so I'm thinking flexibility is key.

[faiththatfuelsu]

We are work and worry free, B. At least from that particular night shift.

[gr8muppetyodin]

I honestly don't know what to say. I mean, I do. But holy crap, like, we're genuinely free. No obligations, no contract with the Powers That Be.
Where to even begin?!

[faiththatfuelsu]

With dancing. And beer. But those are just personal recommendations.

[gr8muppetyodin]

I will drink anything but beer. Beer is all yours. Dancing, however, I am totally down with. Plus, y'know, a club that is you-know-what free and not built on the other you-know-what... Epic partying to be had.

[faiththatfuelsu]

Fine. Compromise with whiskey.

... Voldemort? You can say it Buffy. Hellmouth. Twice more won't make it pop up at a sleepover either. Promise.

[gr8muppetyodin]

Deal, besides I'm sure there's enough hot guys here that'll be offering to pay for it anyway.

Ugh, I know, okay? I just. Still waiting to see if there's a but. Because I always feel that when we get to this point there's a but. A big, huge but.

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[depressiveoptimist]

I think it's strange, you know?

Just used to being able to visit my grave whenever I want to...and now I can't.

I mean, where do I go party, now?

[gr8muppetyodin]

... vampire or zombie?

Well, clubs are a nice place to party. Generally people don't party at their own graves.

[depressiveoptimist]

Zombie. But we prefer being called undead.

I'm actually not really font of clubs? Too dark and loud.

And...yeah. I know. It was a joke? A bad one.

[gr8muppetyodin]

Sorry, my bad. I haven't exactly dealt with an undead that could speak before just the whole grr argh thing.

Hey, I get that. Not for everyone.

Sorry. Again. Totally my bad. It was funny, now that I know it's a joke.

[depressiveoptimist]

Hey it's okay, not like humor comes through text--and you can't really see my face to know what I am, anyways.

And really, my jokes usually aren't that great anyways, trust me.

[gr8muppetyodin]

True, unless you know exactly what to expect. Also true, but hey, I'm willing to take your word. It's not that unusual where I'm from.

Really? Was it like that before... Is it rude to ask about life before?