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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

Mm... and there's hot food at the entrance. Hot coffee, at that.

[thewarningafter]

They really ought to put that in the guidebook. It's a real highlight.

[jumpthegun]

If it weren't so bloody far from everything else, I might pop down there more often. Or the grocery store. Could we please find some tunnels that lead to Downtown?

[thewarningafter]

God, yes.

[He's not even joking; it slips out as genuine wishfulness.]

Biggest disappointment of my life.

...Maybe second biggest.

[jumpthegun]

[John huffs a light laugh. It's more resigned than amused.]

Reckon we just need to sort out the next bit of the spiral to get to some really good food, yeah?

[Keep hope alive.]

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen's smile, though John can't see it, is sad. There's nothing good coming up; places have only gotten worse as they've gotten nearer and nearer the center.]

Yeah. Watch, there'll be a fully automated restaurant, hot food every morning.

[jumpthegun]

Don't jinx it! Mind you, if we're putting out suggestions to the Admin, the fabled hot spring wouldn't go amiss.

[thewarningafter]

I think you mean the hot spring with the full-service spa. I'm just not entirely sure I'm down to get massaged by a robot spider.

[jumpthegun]

That's eight hands, instead of two. I'd say you're getting a better deal.

[thewarningafter]

Or eight needles for on-the-go acupuncture.

[jumpthegun]

Go and ruin it, mate. [John huffs lightly.] Anyway, feeling a bit better, doctor?

[thewarningafter]

Yeah. Yeah, it's...it's good to talk to someone who doesn't hate me.

[There's Wilson, but he can't bitch about House to Wilson. Not really.

[jumpthegun]

I think there are a lot more people here who don't hate you than who do, Stephen. You're a decent bloke, y'know?

[Look at that peptalk!]

[thewarningafter]

[Okay, he laughs.]

Just nice to have a reminder now and then. I'll let you go; I know you probably want to sleep sometime tonight.

[jumpthegun]

Only a bit. Can't get too comfortable. Take it easy, mate, and try not to let House rile you. Pretty sure he gets off on that sort of thing.

[thewarningafter]

You too, John.