mk.08 (text)

[paraclete]

Who: Kaworu Nagisa ... + you!
Broadcast: fleetwide, text
Action: not currently, could change
When: early evening, today.

I haven't taken the time to endure the exploits many of you have been. It doesn't suit me, I think. I'm being productive in other ways, although I'm not sure I can share the fruits of my labor. But bearing something is fulfillment, right? If you have given life to your work, it feels good, even if that life is mild and quiet. Sometimes, perhaps, even moreso then. Well, not everybody wants to be in history books.

Hey, what's some soap you really like? I've gotten myself blotted with ink, which is why I'm pausing to sit back and talk. I didn't want to mark my papers. Then again, it's dry by now, so maybe I can just leave it.

One more question. Does anyone want to make a small trade?

Comments

[paraclete]

Spilled

I will trade you something for a box. If you'd like.

[robitussin]

okay like

what are you doing

in general

[paraclete]

In general?

[...]

Living life with the possibility of it ending tomorrow, and the potential for it to last forever.

:)

[Either he stole that from an inspirational poster, or an inspirational poster is going to steal it from him.]

[robitussin]

no i meant

jesus christ

i meant what were you doing with the ink and why do you need a box

[paraclete]

Oh! Well,

I was writing something, over many pages, so I had gotten myself an inkwell. Now a lot of it is gone, and is on me instead. I need a box or boxes for storage purposes.

[robitussin]

what are you writing & what are you storing

[paraclete]

Music & special items I like

[Opal, please, he's got some hoarder tendencies.]

[robitussin]

[!! pinged.]

you were composing something? what is it?

[paraclete]

[...]

A concerto for chamber orchestra

[robitussin]

daaaaang somebody is ambitious

what's the inspiration?

[paraclete]

[. . . . . .

Well,]

I'm doing well

[robitussin]

well that's incredibly vague thanks

[paraclete]

[AREN'T YOU USED TO THIS]

I'm doing better than I thought I would be. So I want to try something special and new.

[robitussin]

[yes, and yet!!]

why did you think you wouldn't be doing well

[paraclete]

[So, about being vague—]

Sometimes one's best still ends up flimsy.

Hey, Opal, what's a comfortable thing? To you.

[robitussin]

i'm going to answer that but first can i ask why you're asking in the first place

with much less vagueness

[paraclete]

You can always ask me anything, Opal.

A while ago, I grew to be, perhaps, carefree, about the adversity I was facing. I didn't like to make mistakes, but it seemed reasonable, and then inevitable, and my heart became lethargic. Inadequacy was what you might call a "comfort zone". I was accustomed to it.

Now I am treading outside of it. It's pretty different. I was wondering if you have things that are comfortable to you as well. A feeling or a frame of mind. The assumption of an intrinsic facet.

Hopefully that's less vague.

[robitussin]

oh

being here is comfortable i guess, but i don't think it's the same kind of comfort you're describing

[paraclete]

I don't think so, either; some comforts are beneficial and others are detrimental. But being here is comfortable for me, too. In the beneficial way.