[Video; UN: heavenly four seasons]

[eternallywandering]

I never knew being sick would work in my favor. [Guess who is rooming in a private cabin with the ladies?] I sleep with one eye open in case the crew decides to throw me overboard.

[He is trying so very hard to find the humor in...everything. He is also drinking any and all alcohol he can find. Shhh. It's fine.]

Daozhang Xingchen, if you can see this, please respond. Actually...

Anyone who stood in the way of the volcano, I want to talk with you.

Cheers. [He lifts a bottle.]

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[eternallywandering]

[Does she realize...?]

I would try not to listen to them. The dead can be appealing.

[rumorate]

Experience says otherwise. My brother could talk to the dead and he spent ninety percent of his time being stoned out of his mind so he didn't have to hear them.

[She misses Klaus. She could use his levity, or his help right about now.]

[eternallywandering]

The lure is strong, I admit, but we must be stronger. If you rely on alcohol or drugs, you leave yourself vulnerable.

[His skills might be dulled that way and...no. He won't take that chance.]

[rumorate]

No, I wasn't planning on taking his approach either. Just saying that it was possible.

[But that's neither here nor there.]

But no, I'm not listening to them. Most of the time it's white noise anyway.

[eternallywandering]

Yes, losing ourselves in alcohol or drugs has always been an option. I once tried it myself.

[His liver is furious.]

White noise... What is that?

[rumorate]

Like ... static? A noise that doesn't really have any distinctive words or melodies.

[It's hard to explain to someone that might not have the technological context for it.]

[eternallywandering]

I...think...I understand? Sort of like the breeze? [Sorry static isn't a thing in his world unless you're talking about static cling.]

[rumorate]

Yeah. Like the breeze going through a lot of trees that are very close together.

[All that rattling can be very soothing.]

[eternallywandering]

Mm I don't mind that level of noise. At the Four Seasons Manor, we have chimes and small pieces of wood that make pleasant music when the wind blows.

[rumorate]

That sounds lovely.

[Actually more pleasant than white noise, but it's close enough that she'll allow it.]

Did you enjoy living there?

[eternallywandering]

Much better than the voices of the dead.

[He would take either gladly!]

I loved it. It was...and is...my home.

[rumorate]

[Home. She's having a hard time remembering where exactly that is for her these days.]

Hopefully you'll be able to see it again one day.