[text] @malaka; open

[taintedone]

[ There are a few things that Alexios wants to bring forward in discussion. Opinions he would like to hear. It's the only reason he breaks his temporary silence and posts to the network. ]

Yes, we have all died before coming here.
This cannot be the afterlife so then what is it?
I will hear your theories if they are serious.

I would also address the matter of us living with one another.
We are all strangers and some do not know their place.
I have taken the storeroom as my own.
Stay out of it.
And to those who do not like me, I do not care.

[ He does, but how does a brainwashed Spartan ex-cultist even make friends. ]

It's better if we are all blunt and to the point.
Less confusion.

There are no animals to hunt.
Why is that?

[ Probably the most concerning part of this all. ]

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[preseance]

( well, he's slept on worse. he an' alex used to sleep back-to-back in the mud to keep the mud outta their mouths. but there ain't no reason to seek out discomfort here, especially not when he can do somethin' to alleviate it. )

Yes. And I have some skill as a carpenter. I can build a frame for you if you do not mind giving me a hand.

[taintedone]

I will help you.
We will build this bed.
And then you might reconsider sharing it with me, yes?

It is very cold and dark, alone there.

[preseance]

( lordy, but the fella is persistent. gene actually laughs a touch, which thankfully the app doesn't seem to pick up or try to translate. he can't help himself, he's charmed some. )

Ask me again in a few weeks.

Why are you staying there if that's the case?

( alexios does strike him as the sort to self-isolate on account'a some manner of trauma, but. maybe he ought to encourage otherwise. )

[taintedone]

A few weeks it is.

I need rest and it's surrounded by four walls.
Nothing below.
Everyone above.

And it reminds me of where I've always lived.
The caves and tombs.

[preseance]

( that's a lot to take in. much as he sees ghosts an' his life's been steeped with death besides, it's always been somethin' done by daylight. he can't imagine bein' in a mausoleum for any spell of time. when his pa could be stirred to talk about the accident that broke his back, he always said the worst thing was bein' beneath the ground. not knowin' if he'd see the sky again. )

Well, so long as you're comfortable.

Meet me at the Church, and we'll sort something out there.