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[yardbird]

[Bed rest sucks.

[Now that we've got that out of the way, you know what doesn't suck? Dutch weed. Just a little bit of it. Not only does Murphy not feel like he's been royally screwed over by a bullet wound and injuries and sicknesses he'd endured from Silent Hill, but he's feeling pretty much like the universe is an okay place right about now. No nightmares of dead children and angry wives and shackles, prison, being a monster...

[Nothing's okay, everything's fine, fine fine. And we have Murphy here. Now's not the time to be tacking away over text! Instead, we're treated to a hoarse, haggard voice of a swell and phenomenally high man:]

"Y'know what's really somethin' that I've never taken into consideration before? We're in space.

"I said it, we're in space. You'd think the novelty of it wouldn't wear down after so long, but..." [He scoffs.] "Never even was one of those kids who... y'know, wanted to be an astronaut when they grew up, but...

"Hey! Here's a question: What did you wanna be when you grew up? Grow up. Sorry. Some of you are kids. But still...

"Me, I always thought it'd be kinda cool to be like Mr. White, uh... Minus the gettin' shot at part. 'Cause bein' shot really hurts, and..."

[There's a pause. Are we going to finish that thought? No?]

"Shit, I think I can feel my brain..."

[Another pause. There's a sound of something creaking.] "I'm really bored right now."

[Somebody take Murphy's communicator away before he says/does something he's going to regret... Or just talk to him, because goddamn.]

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[fuckinghysterical]

[LB wasn't exactly sure, at the moment, but Murphy seemed to be acting a little... different. But what the hell, she was a little concerned about him since the last time they ran into each other.]

What did I want to be? Hmm... I guess I just wanted to get out of the town I was in.

[Which she actually managed to do, but certainly not in the way she wanted to do it.]

Who's Mr. White, though? Heehee?

[yardbird]

I wanted to get out of a town once. I tried but I couldn't--

[Fuuuck you, Silent Hill. Fuck you, you're not going to buzzkill him this time.]

You don't know who Mr. White is? [His tones actually sound lighter.] He's this guy from this one movie about a heist.

[voice]

[sammyskeleton]

A detective. Have you been drinking?

[voice]

[yardbird]

Cool. Detectives are cool--



Wow, no. Booze and painkillers... not a smart combo.

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[hostage]

[He knows they can't possibly be thinking of the same Mr. White, but it gets Jesse's attention, anyway.]

Dude get off your comm and go eat some chips or something before somebody shows up to lecture you and wreck your stash.

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[yardbird]

I got noodles?



Don't know what you're talking about.

[He's also living with a corrections officer. Pretty sure he's hit that point where he doesn't even care anymore.]

[voice] 1/2

[unsoldiered]

[wow--

he just.

wow.]

[voice]

[unsoldiered]

[Snort--]



Maybe the comm shoulda' been taken first...

[theheretic]

I wanted to take over my father's printing press. [ Which is totally still something that can happen in the 21st century, or he wouldn't have volunteered the information. ]

[yardbird]

Family business or somethin'?

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[theblogger]

Mister Pendleton... This is Doctor Watson, one of those people who is responsible for watching you while you're in the medbay. I think it's about time to put away the communicator, don't you?

[ Don't make him come over there. He's not about to throw a fit, despite what Mr. Pinkman might lead you to believe, about the drugs... But don't broadcast it, Murphy. Come on. ]

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[yardbird]

Medbay smells. I'm in my room--

[That aside, he then stops and thinks:]

Might, uh... be a good idea, yeah. [But he's not going to.]

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[walksonrooftops]

[He leans in and squints a little. What the heck, Murphy.]

You don't sound okay, Murphy Pendleton.

Oh, but--um. I wanted to be a hunter when I grew up. Maybe.

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[yardbird]

Naaah, I'm fine.

[Murphy's pretty sure nobody wants to see his face at the moment. He looks about as bad as he sounds.]

Hunter, huh? What kinda game? [He wonders if that terminology has the same meaning on Cat Planet as it does on Earth, and then:] Er, I mean. What d'you hunt? What's good?

[video]

[falsehoods]

What did I want to be when I grew up?

[Silence, then...]

That is one of the better questions I've been asked.

[voice]

[yardbird]

You got an answer?

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[watashinonamaewa]

[ Okay. Putting aside the urge to question what an 'astronaut' is — Cibo is actually more worried about Murphy's state of mind. He's normally a very calm and/or nervous man around her, so this-- this is certainly something else.

She pops on the video almost as soon as she can piece together what might have happened to make him so... uh... strange. On her bed and it's pretty dark. Gray jacket, as usual. But she's not thinking that Murphy is really paying attention at this point. ]

Murphy. You sound a little-- [ She's no doctor, but...... ] May I come and see you?

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[yardbird]

Oh, sure, I don't see why not. Heh, uh. Sorry if I'm not much to look at.

[Seeing that he's still recovering from a fever, injuries, and then some. Hence why he keeps his video feed turned off. He already sounds like shit; nobody needs to be subjected to his terrible looks.]

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[hangedmanstree]

What does it feel like?

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[yardbird]

What, my brain?

Feels like... thoughts. [Because that totally makes sense.]

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[bottlearum]

Didn't want t'be anythin' when I grew up, mate. Nothin' but the freedom t'do what I want, when I want.

[voice forever hahaaa]

[yardbird]

Good answer!

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[handelaar]

[Welp, this is amusing. He even sounds amused. Good job Murp, unlocked an achievement there.]

A farmer. An' then a trade empire.

[Speaking of:]

If anyone asks where ya got it, point 'em my way.

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[yardbird]

[Ploonk!]



[Trophy Unlocked: Abstain from being pounded in the face by the Netherlands.]

Wow, from farming to trade empire, huh? Talk about really movin' up in the world.

And why would you...? [Murphy stops for some "careful" consideration over such a peculiar request, and then just...

[Just stupid laughter:] Oh, I get it! Good for business, right?

WOW WHAT A TIMELY COMMENT i'msosorry

[bloodplay]

[WOW, STOIC GUY FROM A WHILE BACK, YOU SURE ARE HIGH OFF YOUR ASS]

Reservoir Dogs, seriously? [he's not actually disapproving or anything, though! just kind of amused.] Well -- you could always do worse.

NO WORRIES, BRO. i'm going to be slow, anyway

[yardbird]

[SURE AM. NO REGRETS. EXCEPT MAYBE LATER.]

Worse like Top Gun? [Holy shit.]

I AM LATE whoops

[jilt]

My dear, whatever are you doing?

[yardbird]

Oh, uh. Nothin'... much, just... snorin', and occasionally seein' how long I can hold my breath, in the event that I forget. Preparation, preparation, prep... preparation... [Insert awkward laugh here.]