video;

[onehundredswords]

So I get we got plenty of urgent business to take care of what with...well, we live on the moon, bombs, wars, yadda yadda, but indulge me for a bit.

Everyone keeps talkin' about Halloween, yeah? An' it's about ghosts an' the departed...

So for Ghosts, those currently present that is, would this be like a second birthday? Y'know, as in gifts an' the like? Cause I could stand behind somethin' like that a hundred percent.

I'm in 155 if anyone's feelin' generous.

[As always he's just posting to see if he can't rustle a few jimmies down the line. Treating urgency lightly usually does the trick in his experience.]

Comments

video;

[inhumanity]

[Hey, buddy! Christopher rapidly goes through a lot of equally bullshit-tastic moods, in each one smiling.]

The death of a friend is a tragic thing. A friend's haunting can only be considered a reward from God for one's good deeds. What shall I get you for your death birthday? Wait, sorry. If you're a ghost, you can't hold the presents. I'm flattered to realize that our bond is so great that my mind will conjure up the hallucination of your physical presence. Do you like sweets or flowers?

[onehundredswords]

[Oh Chris, he'd expect nothing less than hard-to-follow rambling.]

Heh, I ain't much for flowers, Red. But sweets would make for a good death birthday gift.

The food here ain't so great after all.

[inhumanity]

Name your favourite kind. Hold on! As it's a gift, I have to guess.

Chocolate-dipped daisies!

[onehundredswords]

Do we even have daisies on the moon?

[Never mind the fact he's thinking "are daisies edible"...

Probably not.]

[inhumanity]

You may not, but I know I can find them.

[Because Christopher can do anything.

Including find plants where they do not exist.]

[onehundredswords]

[That gets a laugh out of him.]

Haha, alright, alright...you pull this off and I figure I'll eat 'em. That kinda effort deserves some sorta recognition.