DEMISE Archive

It's going to be Christmas in a few days. [Monk sounds incredibly somber, something that might be startling to those only familiar with his insanity]

It wasn't even close to winter at home, but I guess in this world it counts...this will be thirteen years since she died. I don't - I left flowers at the graveyard. I know, I know that she's not there, but it didn't feel right not doing it. I wonder if she can see them here?

[he chuckles, but there is no humor in the sound] If she can, I don't think she'd be proud of me anymore. I'm even more useless than I was in San Francisco. Maybe it'd be better if I was alone. At least I'd be less of a disappointment that way.

...I'm not going to celebrate. Please don't ask me, I don't have the energy to argue right now.

I'd say I told you so about Halloween, but everyone beat me to it. It's not my fault, I got...distracted.

[the video pans over to a garbage bag sitting near Monk's door, looking very forlorn and out of place] I don't know what to do with it. It's technically trash, but I can't - can't reason getting rid of it. But it can't stay here either. There has to be somewhere I can drop it off, where they'll take care of it. Not the dump. Somewhere else.

...I had a point. There's a lot of Japanese people here, aren't there? [he shifts, uncomfortable as usual] If one of you could tell me about setting up a shrine, that would be...good. It doesn't have to be big, does it? That would be too much trouble.

There's a search party going out to follow the trail of the witches, right? That means I'm finished. Thank God, now I can get onto more important things.

I have for message. For the whole city. [Monk shifts, looking as uncomfortable and serious as usual. you will note that his apartment and person are immaculate; obviously he spent most of the day cleaning out the sand]

I'm giving you a day to clean the sand out. Of everything. If you can't do it by then I'm going to come and do it myself. There are other things I should be doing instead of picking up your slack, so I'm going to charge for it.

[another jerky rolling of his shoulders] That's all. ...wait, no. Did anyone ever find Germany?

Some of you are even crazier than I am. [a long, thoughtful pause] I'm so sorry.

The girl who was doing Natalie's job left. I need someone to do the work until one of them shows up in the city - it's a, um, temporary job.

...oh. To the other people living in the Communal, I discovered a life-threatening hygiene breach in the building. Stop letting your water go down the drain, bag it and throw it out with the other trash. It's for your own health instead. You'll thank me later.

There's some kind of construction crew here, right? I need someone from it to come over right away, it's urgent. My apartment is defective, it's completely unlivable, I need it fixed.

...actually, anyone who can do home repairs should come up. Quickly. I don't know how much longer I can stay in here.

[he stops, deliberating whether to add the next part. the addition wins out, and he leans forward a little bit]

And, to the loud blond man who introduced himself as America. I'm German now, so please leave me alone.

[he pulls away to finagle with the feed, then thinks of something else and leans back in]

That includes when I'm in states of unconsciousness, and taking samples. Thank you.