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[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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[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?

A detective. Have you been drinking?

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.

[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.

Cool. Detectives are cool--

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

Very cool.

Good point.

I think someone was putting together a game of Sorry at some point today, maybe that would help with your boredom.

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.]

Board games... Yeah, can do. Long as it's somethin' that can be done in my room, I think we're in the clear.

What happened, exactly?

Whatever. Eat your noodles then.

Got dealt a pretty bad hand when everything went... poof and fog and... monsters... and...

Just haven't been feelin' my best.

Trust me, these noodles are about to be destroyed.
In my mouth.

Well, at least you're out now, right?

[She frowns, in spite of the transmission being an audio one.]

I never really got the chance to see many movies at all -- ahaha -- so I'm a little clueless on those kinds of things.

But you're telling me you wanted to be a robber? Or maybe a cop? I'd assume cops would be involved in a movie like that...

...Right. [Until the next thing happens.

[In the meantime, happy smokes.]

Yeah, kinda, uh...

[Also, she can't see him, or how pale his face has gotten when he realizes what the fuck he's just said. Time to backpedal a bit--]

Well, I wanted to be all kinds of stupid things, I guess.

[She smiles, in spite of this.]

Hey, I wasn't criticizing you, or anything. Heeheehee! I'm about the last person who could, considering my own circumstances.

But what did he do that was so cool?

[wow--

he just.

wow.]

[Snort--]

Maybe the comm shoulda' been taken first...

Anyone could criticize me. In fact, I'm sure they would, if they had the chance. No big deal.

[Even if he knows that's not what she meant...]

Well, uh... He was professional, and despite the shit that he did, he was an alright guy. Shit, I dunno, that seemed pretty cool to me at the time...

[OH HAI ALEX.]

But then I'd be even more bored... 'cause I'm not allowed to leave my room. I mean, what am I supposed to do?

Well, just tell them to be quiet, if that's the case.

[She sort of squints her eyes at his explanation, taking a few moments to think about it.]

...so you just wanted to be an all right guy? Eheh? I don't know, you seem to be doing okay to me.

Guess that's true, but you're pretty clearly as high as a kite right now.

...

Not that you don't need that, because you looked like shit, last I saw.

Afraid these weren't the kinda people you'd want to say that to.

[They had like, nightsticks and guns and stuff.]

I mean, he was alright... for a guy who did what he did. [You know. Diamond heists. Killing people, hurr.]

Hey, I could just be drunk, y'know. Someone thought I was drunk.

[SO THERE.]

Whoa, gee. Thanks, Alex. [RUDE.]

Yeah? Well, as someone who's seen you drunk, you're definitely not.

... How d'you feel?

Then you should have punched them. [Thinking of their previous encounter, LB snorts amusingly.] Or just ram into them again. Hahaha! You're pretty good at that.

Well, I don't know this Mr. White, but who says you can't be like him now? You just have to figure out something worth stealing on this ship.

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