ataraxion | 01 ( video ) ✂ ICE TO MEET YOU

[WOW THIS POST IS SO EXCITING no, psych. it's an average man, holding his communicator in such a way as to just film his average face and average neck and the average background behind him. yawn. he appears to be wearing some kind of red t-shirt, and his expression falls somewhere between neutral and friendly.]

You know, most every kid dreams about going to space at some point, but I gotta say this isn't exactly what I pictured after seeing Star Wars for the first time. No stars, for one thing--you'd figure that would be one of the perks. A whole lot of walls, though. I'd ask about the resident status of little green men, but that might actually be offensive. [SHRUG. his smile is easy, if a little self-deprecating.] I've always been a Xena guy, myself. Funny how things work out.

Okay, okay--I did have a question when I started this, I swear. As a special bonus, it won't even start an ethics debate. This is an open network, right? Like one big interstellar Craigslist, internet arguments and all. I've already done some of the recommended reading--very informative, by the way--but in my experience there's not much an FAQ can do to replace real... experience. So. What's one thing you wish someone had told you when you first showed up here? Anything at all, doesn't matter what. [one corner of his mouth twists up for a moment, as if to say well, what can you do?] Not sure how much I can offer in return right off the bat, but hey, give me a few weeks. I'll owe you one.

[he pauses, looking at the camera with a wry edge to his otherwise still friendly grin.]

Also. Has anyone been able to figure how we end up with the stuff in our lockers? I mean, the--selection process. Because I for one would love to know the reasoning behind this. [he lowers the camera slightly to reveal that he is, in fact, wearing this.] Not disputing the logo, by the way. Just curious.

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And here I was, all this time thinking it was Virginia. You just can't trust anyone these days.

Lovers were never trustworthy. Just look at Romeo and Juliet, they're full of bad ideas.

To be fair, everyone does stupid things when they're teenagers. [he raises his eyebrows.] No offense.

What'd you do?

This is solely for the purpose of learning from my shameful example and bypassing the sins of youth, right?

Edited 2012-09-24 03:00 (UTC)

Oh yeah, definitely.

Then words of advice -- if you absolutely have to get drunk and steal a shopping cart, try not to aim downhill while you're still inside it. Better yet, stay sober and joyride something slightly less embarrassing.

You know, in the interest of the next generation.

And here I was expecting If you're going to joyride, make it a Porche.

Then you expected wrong, because I'd never endorse something like that. If you're going to aim high, Maserati or bust.

Ferraris are too cliche now?

I think that depends on whether or not you're playing hookey. Or playing Yello -- either way.

Well I dunno, there really should be some up to date notification for unruly teenagers to keep tabs on what stupid things we should be doing. There's just way too much potential for our poor undeveloped brains.

I thought that was called Myspace.

Ouch, my fragile teenage sense of individuality.

Sorry about that. Peroxide's in the medbay.

Alright, you gotta name to go with all that sass?

Rudy Cooper. And, just warning you, I've already heard all the IHOP jokes.

Oh- man, seriously?
You have some sadistic parents.

Tell me about it. But hey, nothing builds character like going through the public school system as a Rudy. I take it yours isn't as potentially hilarious.

Hayley. And the comet comment doesn't even come up enough to warrant a footnote.

But hey, maybe I can find some character on ebay or something. Make up for my lack of suffering.

You know, I wouldn't be surprised. You can find just about anything on the internet. [he sort of inclines his head by a minute degree, in what is essentially the most malnourished greeting nod of all time, and his smile widens. IN A NON... CREEPY WAY...] Pleasure to meet you, Hayley.

[ you have no idea. the smile doesn't change, but something in her eyes does. a flicker, and nothing more. ]

Same.

Try not to get killed off, okay?

[were this Brian's book incarnation, there'd doubtless be some impending Jeff Lindsay bullshit about his dark passenger unfolding leathery wings, cocking its head in amused curiosity -- hello, you. thankfully for pretty much everyone, that is not the case! still, he manages to pick a momentary something, and promptly files it away, none the wiser as to any significance it might have. everyone, after all, has their secrets, and most aren't nearly as interesting as he'd prefer.]

That's reassuring. I'll do my best.

Edited (THERE'S... SLIGHTLY MORE TO RESPOND TO NOW, I GUESS) 2012-10-04 00:33 (UTC)

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