Twenty One Purple Files

[proudambassador]

The explosions must be stopped. My boots, they are ruined. I do not know what it was that exploded, but now they are scuffed to the point where polishing, it will do nothing. Is there nothing that can stop these things?

[About fifteen minutes later he writes again.]

Barbed wire. It is not good for coats, no. I think I am starting to get angry. Is there a seamstress here who can fix a coat, or is this also lost?

[Another ten minutes pass.]

Shooting. They are shooting! The bullets are not killing but why would they even shoot me? I am bruised and this is utterly indecent! All I wanted was food! Food! Everyone must eat, even aliens, no? Maybe not the droids. Do droids eat? Maybe little metal things, scraps around the lower place, hm? I will get dinner, and I will not die trying because that is the most ridiculous way to go and I refuse to die in a ridiculous fashion. [A short pause.] Again. Stupid Apostle. Stupid whatever god he prayed to. Stupid Tree, stupid bullets, stupid bomb!

[It’s ten minutes later that he writes the final bit.]

I give up. The dirt, it has my food. I will go, and I will starve, on my little couch in my little house.

Comments

[azhdarchidae.livejournal.com]

You're really gonna starve?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Really? No. I am sure that I will not. But 'feel hungry,' it does not have the same flare, hm?

[azhdarchidae.livejournal.com]

All right then. Literally starving people are alarming.

[If someone's really desperate and convinces her that they are - or asks nicely, hey - she's not unwilling to drop things on doorsteps.]

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, and those who are merely suffering are to be ignored. This, it is good to know.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

I'm a seamstress, and if my customers' compliments are anything to go by, I'm good at what I do. I think I can take care of your problem.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

That, it would be a good thing. My day, it has been going from bad to worse to even worse, but for a time, you have stemmed this, my good lady.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

I simply need to know where you are and what colour and material your coat is so I can make the proper repairs.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I am in my house, as I have given up on accomplishing anything outside of it, and the coat, it is purple, and it is coat fabric. What even are coats? They are cloth, yes? Some sort of... cloth type.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Is it a lighter or darker purple? And is the cloth heavy or light in weight?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

It is a dark purple, a peach. No, a plum. It is heavier? A formal sort of coat, yes.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

That narrows down the possible thread for repair easily, thank you. I'll be there soon.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I must thank you, my good lady.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

Oh my, that is... a lot of bad luck in one day. I'm sorry.

I think Ms. Brianna offered to have Watchmen escort people if they needed it? I know they're busy, but maybe that would be a good idea next time?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Oh, but it gets better. A bee, it has decided to keep me company here.

Yes, yes, if one was to think, it would be a good idea. I simply wished to get home from work with food in hand and did not think, hm?

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

Just open the door and let it out? They don't sting unless they're threatened.

It's all right. I was going to ask if you needed any food brought to you, but Skywalker's offered, right?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes. It is simply that with the way my day has been going, if I was to open the door, I would be invaded likely, no?

It has. It is also mocking me. But food, it is food.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

I haven't yet seen the mannequins actually attack anyone. Except each other. But I would still steer clear of them.

I'm sorry. Should I come by, too? I'll try not to bring a side of mocking?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Then the bullet, it was a stray one. This does not make me feel safer, except in my house.

Dear girl. Even when I am at my most loud and annoyed, you bring a kind offer. I always like to see your face, when you have time.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

I'll stop by before I open the Bar, then! I can't stay for very long, but I can make sure you won't starve at least.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Sunshine, that should be your name, no?

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

I... think that's a compliment? Thank you, then, Mr. Londo.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, it is. I would not insult you, hm? I am not saying that you make things fade, no, or burn people.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sorry. It was a little unexpected, but that's very kind of you to say.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I shall do my best not to do unexpected things again then, hm?

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

They are good for staying on my toes, though! Which I'm told I need to practice, so it's all well and good.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Does it help, staying on one's toes?

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

It helps to enhance my sense of balance, at least.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Then this, it is a good thing.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

And my wits, too, I suppose. Since there's both actual and metaphorical staying on your toes.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Wits, yes. Myself, I could use more, I think, sometimes.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

There's nothing wrong with thinking things through, though.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

So wits, to you, they are the opposite of thinking things through?

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

Mmm, maybe it's not that simple. Wits means you can think quickly, on your feet, but sometimes you have to stop and think slowly. Maybe even sitting down.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I see, I see. Quick and on my feet, they are not words that apply to me much, no.

[swissarmybot.livejournal.com]

WE DON'T EAT; WE RUN ON BATTERIES.

DO YOU NEED SOMETHING DELIVERED? BEING UNABLE TO FUNCTION WITHOUT HURTING YOURSELF SHOULD NOT FORCE YOU TO STARVE.

ON SECOND THOUGHT, MAYBE IT SHOULD. THE OFFER STILL STANDS, THOUGH.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I would like to point out, my good 'battery running' droid, that none of this was hurting myself, hm? It was all this chaos!

But I would appreciate a delivery, yes.

[swissarmybot.livejournal.com]

I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN RIG UP. SHOULD I BRING A FIRST AID KIT? MAYBE A HELMET OR A PLASTIC BUBBLE?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Perhaps a bubble for you, hm? So that if there is an explosion, you are not blown up?