you will never talk me out of this

lucas st. clair, 24. chaotic useless. matias salvo on the severance. > 'lucas @ohnoitslucas: does anyone know if this party has a recycling bin??'

[stclairlucas]

text || nathan

NATHAN: Okay, at least I don't have to feel like an idiot for giving a full essay length description.

NATHAN: Oh, sweetheart, of course it was real.

lucas: you did turn up at two in the morning and i was on /quite/ a lot of pain medication

lucas: you can understand if you appearing out of nowhere seemed a little too good to be true, right?

lucas: wow that sounded kinda weird. thanks for stopping in, i mean.

lucas: more importantly: are you okay? what happened to you?

[stclairlucas]

tctums:

( @stclairlucas )

Cleaning up scattered bits of cat litter mixed in with bits of cat droppings wasn’t exactly pleasant, not to Tate at this very moment. “Dude, have we ever considered getting a cat sitter or like a cleaner or something? This is SERIOUSLY not fun,” he called out to his roommate, shovel half-full. The earthquake hadn’t been friendly to the pet-side of their apartment, nor to the rest of it. In fact, the pair had spent the whole morning cleaning and their apartment was still looking like a tornado had ripped through the room. “Are we seriously this MESSY, or do we just suck at cleaning?”

“She’s so small,” Lucas lamented, tying off another black bag and slinging it (carefully) into the hallway to rest alongside a line of similar trash bags, “how did she make this much mess?” The she in question skittered past his ankles and into the kitchen in a feline blur. “Y’know, I feel like this might be part us-” he scooped up a shredded magazine, noting the cat-claw shaped gouges in the pages, “- part earthquake, and part Magnitude 7 Buttercup. Can we afford a cleaner? Can we live with the shame of letting a cleaner see this?”

[yiffmaster]

[stclairlucas]

how many times a day do you take a dump?

“That is - not quite the weirdest question I’ve heard. Believe it or not. Wow, you did that.”

[stclairlucas]

text || nathan

NATHAN: Oh! Right, god, of course.

NATHAN: It's Nathan. You know, Nathaniel Meyer, the makeup artist from Severance?

NATHAN: I just.. I went to the hospital. I don't know if you remember or if you even saw me but Aster told me and I just had to come and make sure your stupid ass was still breathing.

lucas: nate!!!

lucas: oh snap sorry

lucas: you don't have to explain of course i know who you are you

lucas: you went to the

lucas: wait. hold on. that was REAL?

[stclairlucas]

[stclairlucas]

text || unknown number

NATHAN: Are you okay?

NATHAN: How are you feeling?

lucas: wait hold on

lucas: my phone broke in that whole thing i just see numbers

lucas: sorry to be like this but who is this?

[stclairlucas]

glennmitchx:

“I think I would literally die of fright if anybody asked me any questions besides ‘is your accent real’ or ‘which superpower would you rather have’. Is that what all of their creativity has been reduced to?”

”At least they aren’t asking you anything that you actually have to worry about... Alright, don’t shoot, but that’s actually a pretty cool question. What would your superpower be if it wasn’t prewritten for you?”

[stclairlucas]

tctums:

“I’m glad you can, too. BREATHE, I mean. That’s gotta be like a record, man. But shit, I’m sorry, if you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to,” he said, his voice trailing off as he realized that although he was interested in his friend’s experiences, Lucas might not be comfortable with recalling and telling that story to him. “But of course; its like how ‘pics or it didn’t happen’ is totally NOT valued. Like, if you probably enjoyed whatever that thing was more if you weren’t stopping to take pictures of it.” Tate took a step back, realizing he was rambling again into his nothings; though, if anyone were to deal with him and his verbiage, it would be Luke. Tate sighed, “That’s a SHAME. Maybe it’s like a power you start developing. You know, like it takes a couple days to activate or whatever, for your bodily cells to develop this … whatever it is. Maybe you’ll be able to talk with ghosts or something, and I’ll finally convince you to come ghost hunting with me and Emery, because that’d be dope,” he said, his voice returning to its playful tone once again. He couldn’t help it: Luke just brought out a certain side to him. “No robbing banks, PROMISE. Though I have to agree on that one – I guess maybe I’d run into some real robbers and risk getting more injured than a couple of scratches. Sometime soon, I reckon. They can’t leave us to die in here, can they?”

“Breathing is generally good across the board.” Lucas agreed. “And thanks, Tate. I just kind of wish I had more to say. Maybe it’ll come back to me. Maybe it’s like a polaroid and it’ll just take a while for the picture to show up?” he suggested. Tate’s analogy did make sense, after an effect. Maybe it helped that the two knew each other too well to not catch the other’s drift. “Listen, if I wind up with delayed superpowers I’m quitting as Matias and starting my own hack Netflix conspiracy show. No, wait. It wouldn’t be a hack - d’you and Emery have space for a cohost? A potentially psychic one?” he questioned. “It can’t be too long, or you guys are going to have to form your own government in there so it doesn’t turn into Lord of the Flies. Let me know when you finally get out, yeah? I’ll ask for the best dessert this place does and you can drown your sorrows in gross cafeteria pudding.”

[stclairlucas]

msg ✉ stargirl

asteria: i'll definitely swing by to see you! what kinda gifts are you allowed to bring in hospitals?

asteria: i read somewhere that flowers are a no-go... maybe i should just stick with the gift of friendship!

asteria: i'm hoping so, but i suppose i'll cross that

bridge when i come to it!

asteria: as far as i know, most people are okay but it's still scary. sure, my knee is injured, but i'm counting myself lucky. i mean, what happened to you... i'm just glad you're okay.

lucas: i think you can bring anything? that's not a weapon, obviously. friendship definitely works

lucas: what happened to me, what schmappened to me.

lucas: pretend that sounded cool.

lucas: honestly people keep telling me i should be freaking out and i'm just. not? maybe it hasn't sunk in yet.

lucas: like you wake up and some lady's like 'hey, dear, you died twice' and it's like cool okay how's my cat?

lucas: my brain just glazes right over it

lucas: (sorry for the notification wall i promise we can stop talking about me now)

[stclairlucas]

me: no honesty hour until uve done all ur replies and maybe some starters u absolute fool

also me:

[lottewrites]

HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜

❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜

❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜

❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜

❛ talk less…smile more. ❜

❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜

❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜

❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜

❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight !  ❜

❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜

❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜

❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜

❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜

❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜

❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜

❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜

❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜

❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜

❛ i am so into you. ❜

❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜

❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜

❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜

❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜

❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜

❛ that would be enough. ❜

❛ and we could be enough. ❜

❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜

❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜

❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜

❛ awesome. wow. ❜

❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜

❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜

❛ what’d i miss? ❜

❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜

❛ take a break. ❜

❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜

❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜

❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜

❛ we both know what we know. ❜

❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜

❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜

❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜

❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜

❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜

❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜

❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜

❛ i hope that you burn. ❜

❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜

❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜

❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜

❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜

❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜

❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜

❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜

❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜

❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜

❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜

❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜

[stclairlucas]

msg ✉ stargirl

asteria: okay, good! good, i'm glad you're okay. i'll come and see you at some point, if you like!

asteria: yeah, i sit for hours and draw stuff and help to build it all

asteria: i haven't even thought about that yet, i'm a little afraid that it'll all be destroyed but... i don't know, it doesn't really seem important at the moment

asteria: i'm more worried about people's health than my work, for now

lucas: oh god please do

lucas: apparently i'm 'under observation'? aka i get to hang out here for another day or two. fun times!

lucas: hopefully if you've got the drawings you'll be able to reconstruct it faster?

lucas: but yeah. me too. it's kind of terrifying not knowing if everyone's okay, tbh.

[stclairlucas]

tctums:

"Damn, the gym really seems to have taken a lot of people out today,” Tate said, recalling all the people he knew injured being trapped under equipment or worse. Although they had been trapped in the break room for longer than he would have liked, Tate suddenly felt relieved by the lack of damage and danger they had received on their end of the earthquake. “I’m sorry, dude, I should really not be the one that you’re telling to take a breath. You literally died. Twice,” he responded with a calmer voice this time; he was still in disbelief that his roommate had been resuscitated twice and he hadn’t been there for either occasion. “Of course, that would be Jenna. Helping people out with that brain of hers until something literally hits her in the head and knocks her out,” Tate sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Why do bad things always happen to good people? Maybe I should start robbing banks or something, see if the odds turn in my favor. Y-Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard from a few people, mostly okay. You’re the first one that I’ve had to start actually worrying about, dude.” It was as if all his worries had come true at once, and the strong and collected front he had put on in front of everyone had just collapsed. He needed out of that break room, and fast, otherwise he would knock the door open himself. 

"No, it’s okay, honestly. Breathe as much as you want, I’m just glad that you can.” Lucas assured him. “Does it count as a proper death experience if you can’t remember it?” he asked, trying to keep his voice lighthearted. Really, it was all a blur - he remembered waking up, briefly; the sound of voices and a pain that he would have described as sharp if he remembered it ending, except then he’d slipped back into not remembering before it had a chance. That was it. He was grateful, if he was being honest. “And I didn’t get anything from it. Not one conversation with a famous ghost. Not even a sixth sense. Waste of time, really.” he mused. ”Please don’t rob any banks. Or worry about me. I mean, that said, if you were going to rob a bank then now would be the ideal time, but still....When do you think they’re gonna let you out?” he wondered, voice hushed now. He felt for Tate, he really did - the worst was over for Lucas, but his friend was still trapped in the middle of it all. “Surely it can’t be too much longer.”

[stclairlucas]

msg ✉ stargirl

asteria: oh my gosh, hi! how are you? i mean, are you okay?

asteria: sorry, that is a ridiculous question

asteria: you don't have to thank me! i just did what any decent person would've done, i'd like to think

asteria: my knee will be fine! they said i need physio and they're recommending surgery but hopefully they'll decide i won't need surgery after all

asteria: are you genuinely asking me about my knee after, y'know, what happened to you? how are you feeling?

lucas: of course i have to thank you! dude if you hadn't helped me i'd be.

lucas: you know.

lucas: anyway! i'm genuinely asking. i was worried about you. i wasn't sure what had happened to you after everything else?

lucas: surgery, eesh. worst case scenario at least you might get a cool cast to sign?

[stclairlucas]

I JUST HOOVERED UP MY LAPTOP CHARGER

[stclairlucas]

msg ✉ asteria

lucas: hey it's me

lucas: the guy who got hit by the ceiling

lucas: i just wanted to say thanks. like. really. thank you so much.

lucas: is your knee going to be okay?