004 // The Stand \\ Voice

[dwightandclean]

[A pause as he makes sure the voice function is what he actually turned on. His voice is a little soft and the usual sarcastic tone is missing.]

I'm not sure how many..worlds have this but...Happy Father's Day to past, present or future dad's.

[There's a bit of silence before Dwight just shuts off the feed.]

Comments

[thewinedude]

I would assume the breakfast in bed was their mother's idea. But that was before they got older and-- [he breaks off. before one of them was killed in a stupid war] I don't feel like talking about this anymore.

But yes. Similar.

[dwightandclean]

I...okay.

[He can deal with subject changes. Especially if the original one is going into not enjoyable territory.]

You been here for a while or just arrived?

[thewinedude]

[Really, he didn't mind talking about his kids. Mr. D was damn proud of his kids. But death was hard to deal with, even for a god. He hoped the remaining twin was doing okay without his father around.]

I've only just arrived. This place is a lot more [what's a polite way to phrase it] wet than I'm used to.

Yourself?

[dwightandclean]

It was a lot more wet a few weeks ago.

Me? Uhm...geez...I dunno, about seven months? Maybe eight...I was sent home for a bit.

[thewinedude]

So I've heard. I'm hoping such a state can be avoided in the near future. I'm not known for seafaring. That is more my uncle's specialty. [he's had a few bad experiences on seas with ships and the like, but at least he's not showing reluctance to talk about this... unlike talking about his kids]

Sent home? So there is a way out somehow?

[dwightandclean]

Uh...all I can say is. Get used to the fish; that's the most seafaring I had to do until the whole great flood thing.

[Dwight can sort of understand the ship thing. His...person that he knows back home owns one.]

Not by choice there isn't. If the science guys decide you can go home, then you can go home.

[thewinedude]

[Not by choice? Well, that was disappointing.]

Fish are overrated, but I suppose there are worse places to be trapped with no hope of escape.

[he remembers that this started out as a pleasant conversation, a greeting for fathers, and perhaps he shouldn't be rude for once.]

It will take some setting used to. It's good to hear someone remembering the traditions from back home.