video.

[foolproofed]

[Marty has retrieved his things from the locker; themos-bong, I've missed you so much. So, so much. He has it in his lap and sets it aside, plenty done with it for a good while. It's given him clarity; time to reflect on his life, on his future, on an evil ship doomed to ruin him as much as everything else has.

Okay, so he actually just came into his room, curled up, and cried for a little bit. And then smoked more. It's his depression solution.

But he's good now. He's cross-legged on his bed, looking as though he's been pondering considerably on the state of the Marty. Only whatever redness to his eyes can be contributed to his bong, if anyone questions it--he's too busy focusing on the now, instead of the then. It'll do him no good to let it drag him down; he can keep having all this doubt and survivor's guilt, but he can't let it crush him--because it wouldn't be fair to the others, when they never got the chance to come back.

No, he can figure it all out. He can think long and hard and maybe he can help these people where he couldn't help his own.]

Have you ever wondered if this place is your world's future? I know that's really morbid thinking and all, but this has to be in somebody's future--doesn't it? Maybe something crazy happened, people had nowhere to go, so they ran off to space. It's not like it's the craziest idea out there; we had--whole movies dedicated to stuff like this. Syfy originals. Books. Hell, I think I heard a radio story from ye olden days about it.

[He waves a finger at the air, looking off distantly.]

... I just can't figure out where everything went crazy aboard the ship--maybe there's some... entity. Like a spirit, or a god. Maybe it's getting its sick thrills off making us dance around like little lab rats. Or maybe it's whatever those hypothetical entities created. Maybe--maybe we're just being watched by something that brought us here just to see what we'll do. People say there's no reason we're here, or we haven't found one. But if I had to bet my piggy-bank back home on something... it'd be that. I'd guess it's also why it won't let anyone go out too far from home plate. Or why there are people who aren't people anymore.

Whatever we do, we gotta stick together. Or else... things'll just go from worse to worser. We gotta hang in there. Fuck Smiley and the monsters and the lack of wonderful snack foods--we gotta... just stick together...

[He's rambling now, whoops. Sighing at the sir, he reaches over, grabs his bong and talks as he turns the top, condensing the whole thing down into a normal thermos mug. ILU, thermy.]



I'm gonna go try to invent new things in the kitchen. Anyone wanna go? This place needs way more comfort food, and I'm pretty competent at Macguyver-ing together something worthy of consumption. Might even be able to do it without setting the whole ship on fire, too.

[HA HA it was a joke

just a joke

and then he wanders off without shutting down the feed. Distantly, and growing fainter:]

Maybe I can manufacture some space strain of toaster strudels. 

[And true to his word, he'll be in the kitchens to see what awful abominations he can make wunderbar. He'll answer anything there, too, while he's at it and he remembers to retrieve his comm. Now... what does this place have in the way of sweet stuff? Surely lots of cans and cans and cans and oh look boxes. Feel free to actually find him there, casually drinking from said thermos.]

Comments

[video]

[fuckinghysterical]

[Wow, you look like that one guy that helped her out once, but different somehow? Also, the crew number on the transmission was off.

But none of this mattered, nope, because there was one thing she had to know.]

Toaster strudels? Eheheh?

[She knew of toasters and she knew what strudels are. But what kind of sorcery could toasters and strudels make combined?]

[video]

[foolproofed]

Toaster strudels.

[He affirms it, because who wouldn't know toaster strudels? They're the best things ever, outside of Hometown Buffet on Monday morning and a thrift store with clearance items.]

video.

[incubo]

Unless it's somebody's present.

[ a pause. ] --It could be, like, Q. Classic Trek.

video. 1/2

[foolproofed]

[No, dude, be more clear. He's still kinda out of it to put that response to a question. So he just squints for a moment and licks his lips dryly and tries to figure out what this guy is talking about.]

video.

[foolproofed]

[A sudden flood of clarity.]

Oooh! Oh.

Well, maybe. But apparently this place is after earth, and I'm from earth. Example A to Example B, you know? What ever happened to... uh. Good ol' round earth?

[Beyond his world. He already knows what happened to good ol' round earth in his world, in theory.]

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

[...Oh, dear.]

Dr. Brink, are you all right?

[voice]

[foolproofed]

[He sighs and drops his arms.]

Am I gonna have to wear a shirt with my name on it now, or what...?

[audio]

[soyed]

Or it's an alternate reality. With thousands of parallel universes that are controlled by giant spaghetti monsters or multi-legged tentacled masses [The latter one is fact] for all we know that gets to pick and choose who to kick out of their world and onto this flying menagerie. [Dave changes his tone.] It's just a thought.

[Now he diverts his attention to something much more appealing.] Can you make a Pecan pie?

[audio]

[foolproofed]

Yeah. Maybe. Maybe we're about to get horribly and haplessly murderized by a spaghetti monster in space.

....

I could always make a valiant attempt, my stoic acquaintance. But the general answer is not yet.

Video

[bailedontheempire]

It seems more like something out of old legends in my world.

Video

[foolproofed]

Old legends are old, yeah, but do they have to be just legends? Maybe we all just made 'em that way. Maybe they're not so far out of the realm of possibility? Like maybe--we forgot the truth behind 'em to protect ourselves. Forgot that we forgot on purpose.

Or, y'know. Whatever sounds best. I'm not sure how to summarize my deepest thoughts and feelings right now.

video;

[hallowedqueen]

Why does everyone think there's a spirit? So cliche...

video;

[foolproofed]

... Sometimes clichéd things have a place.

Sometimes there's a reason we go back to them so often, don't you think? Sometimes we think 'oh no, that couldn't possibly be it, it's so overdone and unrealistic and what are the chances?', and then we're thrown flat on our asses when it's exactly that.

video;

[sweetmotherofgod]

[Just about everything he says hits a button. Things she's thought, things other people have said to her. But there's one thing that stands out immediately, one thing that seems more important than anything else.]

Ice cream. Think you could do ice cream?

video;

[foolproofed]

Sure! I mean, how hard could it be? Might need to barter my soul for dairy products, but ice cream is totally worth a soul.

Besides, have you ever had sorbet? That shit is delectable. If dairy fails, there's always sorbet.

[thoughts]

Plausible. We're already in the stars, stole planets and moons and pretend they're Earth That Was. Might've broken those too.

Probably can't be calculated, though. Insufficient data, and - [ she frowns ] - time is relative. Fallacious; it's unreliable. But it's still plausible.

[foolproofed]

...

[oh I like this chick

THOUGH I COULD SWEAR I SPOKE TO YOU THE OTHER DAY HMMM]

Time is hard to keep track of on a normal day, forget time in space. [He leans on his elbows.] You've seen places that people've pretended is Earth?

voice|

[entrapments]

Wow.


Wow that was just. Deep.

voice|

[foolproofed]

[he grins all sassy-like]

Like the ocean.

video;

[slipperysoul]

Was there a point somewhere in there?

video;

[foolproofed]

What, are you a college professor grading my essays now? Cut me some slack here, I'm baked! Coherency is not always the best outcome.

video

[quantified]

Isn't it our own future?

video 1/2

[foolproofed]

Sorta'? I don't know--

video

[foolproofed]

.... You're--really blue, man. Are you alright?

voice

[unparental]

Oh my god, you're stoner Topher.

[ don't mind jenna she needs to die laughing now. ]

voice

[foolproofed]

[:C man]

Marty! That's my birth name, just letting you know, attractive voice.

I know it's not the most butch, cool name out there, but come on, guys. If I'm someone's name with an adjective before it, it kinda makes me feel like a Bizarro superman.