outofclothes | ||| 014 spam/text/video

day one - spam.

[Stark does not take the network. Only an idiot would display their hand that easily and quickly. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, Stark is also not that stupid. He spends his time casually reading through everyone's messages instead.]

[From what he gathers, it's a flood. That would explain the differences in that it would seem he's supposed to be on the opposite end of this warden-inmate business. Fan-fucking-tastic. At least the boat isn't falling apart anymore. It almost makes him wonder who managed to get through, but he falls short of caring by a hair.]

[Instead of announcing his presence, Stark instead starts laying down a few peepers. Don't mind him setting up some innocuous eyeballs about the place. Really, it's fine.]

day two - text - vin.

[There's one person he reaches out to though he's unsure of what he'll find. It's worth a shot.]

you're quiet.

day two - spam.

[Stark is getting restless and, even worse, bored.]

[He spends most of his time on the deck and hallways, maybe sending out a hex or two to cause some pain or at the very least a mild headache out of annoyance. He wants to kill something. More accurately, he wants to tear something apart down to its molecular level and then reconstruct it back into some unrecognizable mass. Unfortunately, most of his favorite playthings don't seem to be aboard any longer. Pity. He'll just have to find someone else.]

[It's their lucky day.]

day three - video.

[Stark finally decides to break his silence on the network. He's had about enough of this place. He's sitting in the middle of a room with thirteen doors around him. He prefers that to sitting around in his office of a cabin, what can he say?]

Don't you guys ever get bored of this monotonous bullshit? I mean, I'm not exactly expecting top-notch entertainment out of you drytt, but this is absurd. It almost makes you miss cable.

((ooc: Stark is from the Pocket Full of Soul plot aka mirror!verse. He's back to being big bad Lucifer. So, have fun.))

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Well then, sign off your soul and I'll tell you exactly how to get off this shithole of a Barge.

Get bent.

[Gary laughs.]

What do you actually want for it?

Keep up, new guy. I trade in souls.

I hear the Barge does too. What do you do with them?

Don't read your Bible much, do you? Not that I blame you. Boring piece of shit if you ask me.

But you are talking to Lucifer.

[This announcement impacts with Gary's bullshit shield and embeds itself as a skeptical expression.]

Thought you said you were half-angel.

I am. But here's the funny thing about Lucifer: you wear the armor? You're the new Morningstar.

Like that movie where the guy becomes Father Christmas.

...You have a horrible taste in movies.

Shut up, it was on the telly.

Like that's any fucking excuse.

At least I just watched it, you're fucking living it.

Ruling over Hell ain't the same thing, cupcake.

Well, I thought there might be fewer candy canes.

[He rolls his eyes.]

And here I used to wonder why Hellions have such a hateboner for you jackasses.

Rebels without a cause?

No, that would actually make those pieces of shit actually fun.

What, Hellions?

Yes. They're a bunch of whiny crybabies because Daddy doesn't love them anymore.

I guess I shouldn't complain too much though. They could've become strippers instead.

Well, I like strippers more than demons but that's just me.

[Stark snorts.]

Like to see you call 'em demons to even one of their faces.

[As angels are freaky and have multiple faces - Hellion or not.]

No, I want to know what I'm damning my soul to if I take the "deal," though.

Can't be any worse than this place, can it?

Yeah it can, they've got free beer here.

There's free beer in Hell, too. [Free-ish.] It's Hell, not the prude shithole that is Heaven.

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