4th Match [Voice]

[beanies]

[There's a grumble. Crabby Seifer is not a happy camper. But his voice isn't very loud over the whispering wind and the patter of snow landing on his comm.]

Ugh... freakin' chose the best night to go walking in this crap.

How'd I end up at the hospital anyway?

[Trudge, trudge, trudge. He's gotta get through this stuff somehow...]

Yo, guys at Gohl... you all doing okay?

Comments

[beanie-pwns-u.livejournal.com]

Where'd I go, anyway?

[3-hat-day.livejournal.com]

Where the living couldn't follow.

[beanie-pwns-u.livejournal.com]

So when you die in this place, you just... go wherever dead go and then come back?

I don't remember it.

[3-hat-day.livejournal.com]

Whatever you want to say to rationalize it, mate.

[beanie-pwns-u.livejournal.com]

...what the heck?!

[3-hat-day.livejournal.com]

Having never died myself, I can't say one way or another about it.

[beanie-pwns-u.livejournal.com]

Funny. 'Cept not.

[3-hat-day.livejournal.com]

You have no sense of humor, lad.