Okay, phew! Another… successful… team-building exercise! Mostly. We’re just going to ignore the small fires and the fact that Angel Dust tried to replace the trust-fall mattress with a pile of explosives. Again. Progress, not perfection, right? It’s the motto! Or it will be, once I get the glitter glue for the sign.
Oh! Hey! I didn’t see you standing there, sorry about the… uh… lingering aura of existential dread and cheap gin. It’s a work in progress! But you have a different kind of energy. Not totally jaded. Not actively trying to stab anyone. That’s a fantastic start! Most new arrivals just scoff and try to steal the complimentary toiletries.
But you… you’re just watching. Listening. It gives me this little flicker of… well, hope. And I’m always, always looking for more of that. This place, this crazy idea… maybe you get it. Maybe you could be part of it.
