Chapter What-The-Fuck-Ever In My Deluded Life Aboard Ship

[acid_rayne]

Blah-blah, Admiral's not replied... Blah-blah, weird faceless people... Blah-blah, hey, new influx... Blah-blah, insert casual threat to rip someone's spine out through their mouth here...

Yep, just another day on the USS Rehab.

Anyway, just checking if anyone's had trouble with Raistlin. That's my inmate. Guy with the Arthas Hair, gold skin and hourglass eyes.

Ugh, I miss Severin... And no, not the one who was here.

Comments

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

It's all so... resigned to the status quo, comrade.

I'm glad I'm not the only one who sees a pattern.

[acid_rayne]

Not so much a pattern as getting severely desensitised.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

Same difference.

[acid_rayne]

Not to me. Can't find patterns in random chaos.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

Except this isn't. There's no such thing.

And thus, patterns are quite obvious.

[acid_rayne]

And what's the pattern?

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

Weird things happen, people panic and wave their arms around blindly, trying to do something, everything goes back to normal in no more than a week, and everyone then whines about it for a while, only to forget it even happened a little while after that. The status quo is restored, and everything starts all over again.

It's quite boring, after a while.

[acid_rayne]

That's not so much a general pattern as... Predictable response.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

Same difference, comrade.

[acid_rayne]

You know that's not the pattern everyone's looking for, right?

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

Call me unconventional, comrade, but that's the pattern there is.

[acid_rayne]

I'm looking for more.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

There's plenty more, comrade. Quite easy to find.

[acid_rayne]

None to tell me how or why these things happen in the first place.