Definitely not Kiki's Delivery Service

[myironeyes]

I've noticed a number of absences at dinner.

I'm not affected and I'm not interesting in asking you questions.

[The first is a lie: he can do that, when not asked a direct question. The second is mostly true, except by implication, because he might ask questions anyway. Like this one.]

Which of you are skipping meals to avoid encountering people during this flood?

[Anyone who answers yes - and even some of you who don't - are going to get food deliveries from Trainspike Hedgehog, here.]

[OOC: feel free to through up a spam response to him knocking, if you want that instead of a network thread.]

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[myironeyes]

Dinner is my business. Do you want some or not?

[this_corrosion]

Yes.

Hey!

[myironeyes]

Hey, what?

[The most innocent spike-eyed lineface.]

imma say this was audio on gary's end or he'd be having the "omg spikes" freakout

[this_corrosion]

Yeah, alright? Just don't ask me any more questions.

fair enough - what are your feelings on surprise spike delivery spam?

[myironeyes]

I'm probably going to bring you something.

[He's not even asking what you want. This means you will probably get vegetables, Gary.]

i feel like YES

[this_corrosion]

I'm 20 on the fourth floor.

YIS

[myironeyes]

[Knock, knock.]

spam

[this_corrosion]

[Gary's attention span being what it is, all he does is shout over the blaring music coming from inside.]

WHAT D'YOU WANT, I'M BUSY.

[He's not busy.]

spam

[myironeyes]

[Some terrible nagging big-brother instinct compels him to abuse the truth flood one more time -]

ARE YOU REALLY?

spam

[this_corrosion]

NO, I'M HIDING.

[A beat. Then Gary pads to the door, still in the clothes he wore yesterday that were obviously slept in. Torch is thumping from somewhere in the back.]

What- Jesus! What's in your eyes?

spam

[myironeyes]

Spikes.

[Obviously. O_O He holds out a stack of tupperware. Roast veggies, rice, and some fruit salad.]

Here.

spam

[this_corrosion]

[Gary does not even notice the food.]

Why the fuck have you got spikes in your eyes?

spam

[myironeyes]

Because I was a spy in the priesthood of an evil god, and impalement-mediated death magic is how they made us into better monsters.

spam

[this_corrosion]

[What]

Are you pulling my leg?

spam

[myironeyes]

I am not.

Now take your dinner.

spam

[this_corrosion]

Jesus Christ.

[Gary obediently takes it, and holds it between them like a shield.]

Did you ever try, you know -

[Gary makes a gesture akin to pulling something carrot-sized out of his eye.]

spam

[myironeyes]

I tried many, many times, but the thing controlling me forbade the motions. Vin pulled one of them out during a fight, once.

[Yes, the Vin on the barge.]

Both would have been fatal.

[He sounds almost cheerful.]

spam

[this_corrosion]

You know we've got like a hospital, it's just upstairs.

[Gary gestures to the ceiling vaguely.]

spam

[myironeyes]

I do know.

[He tugs his hood down, turns his head enough to show, clearly, the sharp points protruding, bloodlessly, from the back of his skull.]

Nevertheless.

spam

[this_corrosion]

Ew!

[He claps a hand over his mouth and makes a consoling gesture before realizing the guy has spikes in his eyes and can't see it.]

I mean, not that - never mind.

spam

[myironeyes]

It was intended to be gruesome, I think.

[He flips the hood back up.]

A little beyond most doctors' skill.

spam

[this_corrosion]

How are you even alive?

spam

[myironeyes]

Magic.

It's in the spikes.

[Hence the trouble with removing them.]

spam

[this_corrosion]

[He's actually sort of hungry, so he pries open his dinner with his fingernails while he speaks.]

I was just going to say that we've got magic healers, but I don't know if it's like magnets and two magics just make you stick together or what.

spam

[myironeyes]

It's not something I really want anyone else to mess with, at this point.