XX1: Final Destination and Other Movies. [VIDEO]

[cocksauce]

[ This is a video feed of some dark-haired guy who really likes to look at himself or something like that. It's kinda myspace-youtube self-webcam style up in here. ]

Does anyone know where this spaceship is heading? I'm just kind of curious and all since it doesn't look we we could just get off wherever we want to. It's just something worth knowing. Thanks.

[ He pauses like he's gonna turn the feed off before suddenly remembering some other stuff that he wants to say. ]

Oh yeah, I know I can't be the only guy who's realized this, but there are a lot of people here like they just stepped out of the movies or comics or cartoons or whatever. It's totally awesome, and I hope you guys won't mind me asking for autographs even if you aren't actors. Might be even better, actually, if you're all the real deal.

[ And again, right here, ready to turn it off. Whoops, just remembered something else. ]

PS: Hey, Dave. I ran into the Indonesian mobster you stole a pound of weed from. He's challenging you to a mudwrestling match, and the winner gets a Russian mail-order bride. Call me. Oh, and does anyone know if there's a way to set up a voicemail on these things?

[ >> END.

ooc: Fourth-wall opt-out is here, responses to come later. ]

Comments

[justamobster]

You meet one government lapdog you've met 'em all, yeah?

[ He has to think about that a moment. Well, the first thing that comes to mind-- what amazed and surprised and completely unnerved him every time-- isn't a thing at all. Her name was October Daye, and Ladon was completely and irredeemably in love with her.

But if he says that he may as well just throw his dignity out the airlock. He may be a sap, but he's a secret sap. ]

Well. Seen a whole city twisted around an' upside-down like a damn roller coaster inside a funhouse mirror. Somethin' real eerie 'bout standin' on the side of the buildin' you normally live in and lookin' up at the street. Later that week time went all screwy and I got t'meet my ten-year-old self, too.

[cocksauce]

[ Luckily, there's no way for John to figure out that it's some mind-blowing chick who rocks this dude's balls. Instead, he listens, whistling after the guy's done. ]

That shit sounds like a riot. We probably should hang out sometime. [ John thinks they might turn out to be friends or something. ] Like if they've got a bar or something. Oh yeah, is there anything like that around here?

[justamobster]

Lookin' back it was. Hell, half the shit that happened that week was somethin' straight out of a reefer's dream. I ain't even mentioned the fuckin' souffles...

[ He makes an affirmative noise at that. ] Yeah, they got a bar here. A few actually, but I'm pretty sure the only one someone's mannin' is called Babylon. They got the run of space hooch. The whisky ain't bad, if you don't mind drinkin' floor polish.

[ Oh come on, Ladon, it's not that bad. ]

[cocksauce]

[ Hallelujah! The have a fucking bar! And hopefully they have space drugs, too!

He chuckles. ]

Hey, I'll take it. Just need something to tide me over, we could look for some real space brew later on or something. Guess I should look around, try to find this Babylon place. Shouldn't be too hard, you think?

[justamobster]

Things tend t'go showin' up in lockers. M'hopin' the space fairy decides I been a good enough boy for a bottle or two of the good stuff. And it ain't hard to find. You walk in and there's a pretty brunette pourin', you got the right place.