To Those in the Know

[suave_thomas]

Hello, this is Peter. Thomas is telling me to write for him. Actually his exact words were: "when those fuckers fucked with your fingers and left them fucked, I totally fucking wrote for you". Ah, he does have a way of putting things... Clearly he's still feeling okay enough to sound like Thomas for the most part. He hurts though, which I can't stand to see. And he says "suck it up, you big girl, I'm the one with the broken arse".

Well. I commiserate.

Anyway, someone is coming around soon and hopefully we can get to the bottom of this debacle. We are close. We spent hours last night narrowing down who could be our little informant, and there's only two people it can be. So if Rolf reads this one today and it's not her, well...then we know who it is. And I suppose, the good news is it's not anyone close to us really. Not very. The bad news is that they were held captive by the Templar and now they're helping them. Which...seems a little mad, if you ask me.

But what do I know, I just fed my best friend coconut jelly with a spoon while singing songs about lambs. Because Thomas knows I can't say no to him when he does the 'Oh, please humiliate yourself for my own enjoyment, Peter!' face.

Dammit.

Comments

[empress-tasha.livejournal.com]

Thank fuck this will be over soon, one way or another. God... what must the Templar have done to get to that person so deeply that they would still follow their line after being rescued? I'd say it's beyond imagination, but then, even if I hadn't been in their vile clutches myself, I've heard enough to be quite capable of imagining it.

What are we going to do with them when we find them out, Dad?

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

I don't know...they're disgusting and I don't want to know.

We'll try to help them. Even those who help the Templar are subject to their viciousness.

[empress-tasha.livejournal.com]

They're vomit-inducing fucktards.

I'm glad you want to help them. I think it's the right thing to do, as long as we can do that while ensuring they do us no more harm. Who knows what other things they might be trying to set in motion?

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Yes! I vomited on their floor! They were like "Grrr".

Exactly.

[empress-tasha.livejournal.com]

You should have vomited on them. Projectile vomiting for the win.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

I spit it on Dragonetti...

[empress-tasha.livejournal.com]

Hee! I like that. I like it a lot. I hope your stomach acid burnt him in his crotch.

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank goodness. We can find the answer to all this, and Thomas will be able to retreat and be well again. I know you'll keep us informed. I hope so very dearly that there is good news soon.

If Thomas is there with you, please tell him I love him, and that I wish I could ease his pain. It'll be over soon though. The end is in sight, and once he's back in the beyond, he'll see me again.

Good luck, Peter, with the investigation. And the ritual humiliation.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness indeed. I'll ring you the second there is good news, of course.

He says he loves you too and he's demanding me to 'give him the fucking computer right fucking now' so you can see how badly he wants to speak with you himself. I'm worried he'll hurt himself more, though if he keeps flailing it might be better to give in... But he says seeing you is all he wants.

Thank you, Adrian. Even for the humiliation part. One does need luck with that.

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Poor Thomas... I know he's there, and I want to see him too. But he can communicate just as well through your fingers, particularly if he can use your journal so readily as he often has. I don't want my Thomas hurting himself. You be firm with him, Peter!

You're most welcome, Peter. I don't think there's really anything I can do to help, but if somehow there is something, you know I'll do it without question.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Be...firm? That's harder said than done because he does this thing where he makes this face...HE IS DOING IT NOW! It is not fair!! Nooooooo.

hi baby. i kicked peters arse with faces. i love you.

Ahem.

I think you help a great deal without even trying.

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Peter got pwned, as the kids say. You know, I thought you said you kicked his arse with "faeces", and I wasn't impressed. I doubt Peter would have been, either!

I love you, Thomas. And I'm so glad you feel that I help. As ever, my heart is with you. I know yours certainly helps me.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter did get thinged. Thomas's face is like...his ultimate weapon.

....oh brain in bad places.

And no. No poos.

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

Are they bad places, Peter? Really?

Everybody poos. So Deirdre tells me.

[suave-thomas.livejournal.com]

hee hee doody.

mmm spectre love is the best thing. yaaaaaay spectrelove.

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

I say yay Thomaslove, but I do see your point!

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Psst.

He's a trifle...high, there.

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

Quite alright, I like the loveyness.

[twilightrobe.livejournal.com]

you've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me. we've all seen what those places are like. tell me you'd ever want to do anything even remotely related to their bidding after that. that is just fucked up beyond belief. this is my not impressed face.

like tasha says, at least it'll be over soon. i'd offer back-up, but... yeah, kay would kick my arse. my arse being the problem. i could be distracting and pretty?

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

I'm imagining it now and yes...mine is similar.

Ooh! Well...wait, to whom?!

[twilightrobe.livejournal.com]

well, hopefully i'd be distractin' the bad guys with my ravishing beauty...

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

By frolicking in a meadow?! With harp music?! OH OH and a toga?!

[twilightrobe.livejournal.com]

i'd look good in a toga. but no. i frolic only to death clock metalocalypse.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

That sounds like a VERY busy evening!

[twilightrobe.livejournal.com]

it's all that sittin' in front of the telly that really does me in.