[19] Audio Broadcast

[catatonicanon]

There's a sound of bed sheets rustling, a soft shift of fabric that has been washed to thinness. It's noisy here, the sound of footsteps walking, people talking, strange machines beeping and distant sneakers squeaking by.

Something shifts the bed sheets and the sound of a tiny baby whining in protest is heard over the radios. The bed creaks, the baby whines.

"You know what, Vic? He looks like a Denzel."

The voice is female; tired, young and distracted.

Footsteps approach and this time the voice is a young male.

"I thought we agreed on Brian?"

In the distance, someone begins to scream. The sound is drowned out by the woman.

"But he looks more like a Denzel. Besides, I like Denzel. Don't you like Denzel?"

"Yeah, yeah, do what you want."

"Heh heh! Denzel it is then! Hi, Denzel! I'm your mommy!"

The bed sheets shift, machines beep, a woman screams and shoes squeak on by.

Comments

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Ah, of course.

Any idea what became of him?

[catatonicanon]

[And playtime is over]

An orphan.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Aren't we all?

What happened to Vic?

[catatonicanon]

Not quite.

He must have blocked the mirrors and sat in a low chair.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Throw a sheet up over the mirrors? What does that accomplish?

[catatonicanon]

I don't know.

I slept through bible school.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

What is bible school?

[catatonicanon]

[gasp]

HEATHEN!!

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, what?

[catatonicanon]

QUICK FIND A BATHTUB!

I will say the Holy Words and at the end you have to dunk yourself!

Then I can be your God Mother! Or your priest.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Submerge myself until I become enlightened, hm? What are these Holy Words?

And what do I get if I worship you?

[catatonicanon]

It worked for the FOUNDING FATHER.

[She clears her throat]

RUB A DUB DUB,

THANKS FOR THE GRUB.

YAY GOD!


I have crayons!

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

[Someone's going to have to take his Fruitbowl and go see about diving in the lake.]

How did that work out for him?

[He chuckles, just a little.]

How many colors?

[catatonicanon]

[oh boy]

So far he's broken all but one of the ten commandments. I just can't remember which one that IS.

All but Gray. I keep trying to lose Gray up my nose but it comes back out in the end!

[HAR HAR Potty humor]

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

But what are the ten commandments?

Gray does seem like a difficult color. How many...times has it gone through the cycle?

[You dork.]

[catatonicanon]

RULES! Of the Game.

Many times! As many as 48!

[Shut up and taste the rainbow]

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Is there a rulebook somewhere?

I see.

[*licks*]

[catatonicanon]

It's written in STONE. Somewhere.

You LIKE Fruitbowl don't you? LIKE LIKE like a Vic like?

[UNF bb]

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

And here I expected it to be carved into the Tree.

[Suspicious nin is suspicious. Have a pause.] ...Why do you ask?

[catatonicanon]

No silly, then everyone would REMEMBER them!

[what's this? a serious tone of voice?]

Lovers have no time to chase for cheese.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Of course. My mistake.



...Cheese makes it sound so...insignificant.

[catatonicanon]

Cheese is DELICIOUS.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Thus a good reason to chase it.