bluebird

Cassidy Frampton failure is an event, not a person

[ulyssavan-blog]

As long as you can keep up. 

[cassframpton-blog]

No, no I don’t want to. I just want to know if I’m supposed to.

[gardenoffrazer-blog]

A doctor. For a check-up. Although, actually you want a Healer. Because doctors are muggle and don’t know anything about your situation, and you risk a lot of things by them thinking something is up. Here, it’s this way.

[cassframpton-blog]

Oh. Oh. Thank you. I knew I’d mess up.

[bonesoftessa-blog]

Oh, right. You’re near, it’s a few corridors over. I can show you. 

[cassframpton-blog]

Thank you! Are you here for a doctor too?

[ulyssavan-blog]

[cassframpton-blog]

Should I be running too?

[gardenoffrazer-blog]

A doctor for… Doctors really aren’t the best people for ketchup. You want a grocer’s. Or just a supermarket, really. Unless you mean you want a doctor but not for ketchup, for something else. Ketchup is a sauce you put on food. Is that what you want?

[cassframpton-blog]

A sauce...? No, they’re supposed to look at me and make sure I’m okay.

[bonesoftessa-blog]

Probably? Is there any way you could be more specific, so that I might be able to help you better. Far too many rooms have white walls, and I don’t want to point you wrong again, or tell you something that happens in there that actually doesn’t. 

[cassframpton-blog]

I’m supposed to be going to a doctor? If I’m remembering correctly.

[violetchurched-blog]

But now I have it, how do I make it work?

[cassframpton-blog]

I just pressed all the buttons until it lit up.

[gardenoffrazer-blog]

Cass! Hi! How have you been? Where were you looking for?

[cassframpton-blog]

A doctor. For a ketchup.

[bonesoftessa-blog]

What room is the right one?

[cassframpton-blog]

Probably the next one over. It’s got white walls. What happens in here?

[ambreyes-blog1]

They don’t want to literally sleep. They want… you know. Sex.

[cassframpton-blog]

Sorry, what? Why’s that word sound familiar?

[cassframpton-blog]

This. This is the wrong room.

[ambreyes-blog1]

And trying to sleep with a girl half your age isn’t?

I might be able to plead self-defence.

[cassframpton-blog]

Why would someone want to do that anyway? Why not just sleep by yourself?

[ambreyes-blog1]

Honestly, if another sleezy photographer tries to get me into bed with him, I’m going commit a murder or something.

[cassframpton-blog]

Don’t do that, that’s wrong.

So I’ve been told. Isn’t it?

[cassframpton-blog]

Please leave me alone.

[ambreyes-blog1]

Of course it is. What did you think it was?

[cassframpton-blog]

...A concept?

[brockcurtiss]

I was just going to say that strange isn’t a normal concept anymore. I used to think you were kind of strange. But now they’re so much weirder that I get you more than I get them.

[cassframpton-blog]

Oh, yeah. That makes sense. I just think everything is strange. So, yeah, I guess what you’re saying is that if I thought something were normal, that would make it strange because I’m so used to strangeness that that is what has become normal for me...?

[ambreyes-blog1]

I mean the genre.

[cassframpton-blog]

That’s a genre?