**OnlineHost** You have entered the Mansion of Heaven chatroom.

JoshDoIt: Look, look. I'm sorry. There must have been a mix-up. My name's Josh Hancock, actually. Simple mistake.

RumHancock: DON'T TREAD ON ME

RumHancock: HEY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY MY FONT IS SO LARGE

RumHancock: IT IS SO LARGE SO THAT KING GEOR

JoshDoIt: /shuts door

Jeeesus.

TheGreatIM: Yep?

JoshDoIt: Oh. Uh, just trying to get to my room.

TheGreatIM: You're on the other side of the C enclave. Right down the road. If we hurry, we can catch the shuttle...nevemind, we're too late. Here.

**OnlineHost** You have been teleported to the Enclave G12, 26th Floor chatroom.

JoshDoIt: Neat!

TheGreatIM: Yeah, right? Stuff's pretty straightforward. Coke machines are down the hall, room service is at 1...what am I forgetting... ...pshpshpshpshpshhhh...oh yeah. Ice machines? Don't know if you're an ice kind of guy, whatever, it's down the hall.

JoshDoIt: Oh, cool. Thank you.

TheGreatIM: No prob. All right, I'm out. We're all really glad you're here. I'll let you settle in, but I definitely want to catch up on things soon.

**OnlineHost** TheGreatIM has ascended from the chatroom.

daryll_ghostbusters: /looks up

Oh, hey there.

JoshDoIt: Darryl Kile? Hey, it's great to meet you. Hey, why do you have all your blankets and stuff out in the hallway? Didn't they give you a room?

daryll_ghostbusters: Yeah...they did. Just kind of gives me the creeps though, you know? Being in there.

daryll_ghostbusters: So, uh

/yawns, stretches

uh, how'd you get here?

JoshDoIt: Car accident.

daryll_ghostbusters: ooh, I bet the media screwed you over.

JoshDoIt: You know, I can't really say that they did.

daryll_ghostbusters: So were you an All-Star or anything?

JoshDoIt: Nope.

daryll_ghostbusters: Ah.

Well that's cool, I mean--

JoshDoIt: This is pointless. Me dying. It's pointless. I was just some obscure middle reliever with average stuff. Nobody knew who I was until I died. And I didn't die shipping supplies as part of a disaster relief effort, or quit my six-figure job to fight in a war, or anything like that. It was a car crash. Not noble, not ignoble, just random.

daryll_ghostbusters: Look, I'm sorry if I sound dickish, and I'm sorry you died, but I just don't have sympathy left. When I left it was just as arbitrary. I've been stewing on it and stewing on it, sitting in THIS hallway, sleeping on THIS medium-shag carpeting, brushing my teeth in the fucking WATER FOUNTAIN, because

daryll_ghostbusters: /points at door

daryll_ghostbusters: Because I can't bring myself to grips with walking in there. I tried to re-arrange the furniture, I tried transferring to other rooms. Nothing worked. And every night I sleep out here and every morning I wake up sore.

JoshDoIt: /sigh

I'm sorry.

JoshDoIt: So, uh, do you still follow baseball?

daryll_ghostbusters: Don't need it. No use for it.

JoshDoIt: That's a shame.

We won a World Series, you know.

daryll_ghostbusters: ...what?

JoshDoIt: Yeah! Last year. We took it in five games. We pitched some great, ball, too. Carpenter threw shutout ball in Game 3. It was really something.

daryll_ghostbusters: Huh.

...

daryll_ghostbusters: /wipes tear

You're, a. You're a lucky kid.

daryll_ghostbusters: /chuckles through tears

Haha, you know? This is kind of self-centered and all, but I didn't see them winning more than, like, 83 games a season after I left.

JoshDoIt: Ha. Funny story about that. I'll tell you tomorrow.

daryll_ghostbusters: Yep. I guess it's time for bed. Goodnight, man, it was great to meet you.

JoshDoIt: Sure. See you in the morning.

/turns to walk to room

daryll_ghostbusters: /tosses and turns on floor

JoshDoIt: /stops

You know what, dude? Get up.

daryll_ghostbusters: What?

JoshDoIt: Juuuust get up.

daryll_ghostbusters: /stands up

Well?

JoshDoIt: /opens Kile's room door, walks in

This isn't so bad. Get in here and sleep. You've earned it.

daryll_ghostbusters: Dude...I just...I don't think so.

JoshDoIt: /takes off World Series ring, puts on nightstand

daryll_ghostbusters: Fine...fine. All right, thanks. Good night.

JoshDoIt: Sure, man. I'm glad we met. I'm next door, I think. Knock on my door tomorrow morning.

**OnlineHost** JoshDoIt has left the chatroom.

daryll_ghostbusters: /sets alarm, tucks self into bed

daryll_ghostbusters: /stares at World Series ring

daryll_ghostbusters: /satisfied sigh

Good job, guys.

daryll_ghostbusters: Goooood job.