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[thewildone]

This is getting pretty long and sort of boring for an acid trip--I mean, yeah, it's pretty weird, but not that weird--so I guess I'm down the fucking rabbit hole or whatever.  I'm Curt Wild.

Hey there.

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[thewildone]

Just how bad do they get?

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

On a scale of one to ten?

[She gives this some thought, popping lasagna into the small oven.]

I don't know. I've heard of some pretty awful ones--zombies, things like that--but I've only been here for... sevens, at the very worst.

[thewildone]

I guess sevens are something you can learn to live with. I think I've had a couple nines, and that was without anything supernatural involved.

[He fidgets with his pockets.]

Can I smoke in here or do I have to got outside?

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Home's pretty interesting, huh?

Oh, it's okay to smoke in here. Just not by the sheep.

[There are now five sheep in the room. Where the other three came from is anyone's guess.]

[thewildone]

I've just had some bad times. Some of them my own damn fault.

[And some of them not, but this doesn't feel like the time to introduce electroshock treatment into the conversation. He fumbles for a cigarette and lights it.]

Uh, what's up with all the sheep, anyway?

[Curt stares warily at the sheep and backs away. Which is totally just because he's listening to Penny, not because he's intimidated by livestock.]

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

I hope things'll be better for you here, then.

[The sheep seem to sense Cut's wariness, as their collective attention is focused on him. Don't run or they'll attack!]

Those? It's kind of a long story. Don't worry about them, though... I've been meaning to find a new home for them, so they'll be out of your hair soon. Sheep aren't exactly house-pet material, and Freckles and I already have a dog and a duck between us.

[thewildone]

Who's Freckles? Do you live here all the time? [With your sheep? he mentally adds on.]

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

She's my roommate. She--I mean, we don't live here. We have an apartment. Doris and the sheep usually stay there when the Center's busy, but Tiger--that's Freckles' dog--spooks the sheep pretty badly.

[Ah, rambling.]

When you move out? Look for a roommate. The ticking--I don't know if you can hear it right now--gets really loud if you're alone.