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[biffail]

[Larry is sitting cross-legged on his bed in his cabin, looking pretty bored. He tries to put on a grin that ends up looking more sheepish and clueless than anything, and takes one more moment of valuable transmission time to glance up at the ceiling, presumably in thought. Then he sighs, and faces his device. At least he is no longer panicking the way he was during his first few days on the ship.]

Um...hi, I guess. I'm Larry Butz, and one day I woke up in a tube with weird gunk that took forever to get out of my hair. Gum is worse, though.

[A pause. He wonders what else he should say.]

Thought I'd introduce myself since we'll be on this ship for a while. In space and all that.

...

By the way, I got a couple of questions. First, are there any art materials on board? I'm kinda bored. [As if that wasn't obvious from the fact that he has decided to lie back down, his eyes half-closing in a dazed expression.] And second, are the numbers on our arms supposed to mean something, or did we all get random ones while we were asleep?

[Because his reminds him of something. Something more than just an age, or a birthday, or any sort of date.]

Comments

(voice; private)

[whippings]

It's got nothing to do with what I want.. simply just what you are.

(voice; private)

[biffail]

A heroic fool is a step up, at least...

(voice; private)

[whippings]

I suppose it can be perceived as such. You shouldn't expect much more, at any rate.

(voice; private)

[biffail]

...well, the way you talk about my future makes it look like that's all I'll ever be...

(voice; private)

[whippings]

You don't need to know your future to be certain of that.

(voice; private)

[biffail]

Then maybe I should prove you wrong!

(voice; private)

[whippings]

I won't hold my breath.

(voice; private)

[biffail]

I'll still prove you wrong anyway!

(voice; private)

[whippings]

I see. [ the most skeptical i see you will ever hear. ] Any last words?

(voice; private)

[biffail]

Yeah, I got some last words!

You may be pretty, and artists might draw pictures of you with that whip of yours, but I'll...I'll never date you! Ever!

(voice; private)

[whippings]

I hope that's a promise, Larry Butz!

[ And with those last words, she hangs up. ]