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

[voice] Ianto is helpful.

[coffeeking]

This is the most entertaining public conversation I've ever seen on this network.

[voice] DEFINITELY

[foolproofed]

Thank you, sir, we do what we can. It's a free gig.

[voice] |Db

[coffeeking]

Ianto. Ianto Jones. And Edgeworth is always a free gig.

Out of curiosity, how high are you right now, and how confident are you in your ability to make munchies out of space rations and leftovers?

[voice]

[foolproofed]

I'm high as Saturn.







From Earth's perspective, rest in peace.

[deep down his soul is crying for saying that

luckily his high is not allowing misery to shine through]

But I'm exceedingly confident in my ability to make space rations into decent meals for the high and mighty.

[voice]

[coffeeking]

If you can manage it, I might know where to get you another sort of ration. And some very good coffee.

[Ianto Jones: drug dealer extraordinaire]

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

What - Did that fellow just confess to being under the influence of narcotics?

[voice]

[coffeeking]

You can't tell? He's high as a kite. Not that I blame him.

[Oh Edgeworth, you are hilarious]

[voice]

[foolproofed]

Yeaaah! I'm in a death ship in space, give me a break here, man!

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

I am not - they're - Young man, you are - destroying your body with that!

[voice]

[coffeeking]

Relax, Edgeworth, it's only marijuana. He could do worse with alcohol.

[voice]

[foolproofed]

Or cigarettes! That shit is atrocious! Have you ever read about the stuff they put in 'em?

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

"Only" marijuana - I think that may be the very first time anyone has actually had the audacity to utter the phrase "only" marijuana!

[no it's not]

And those things might be bad, but at least they're legal.

[voice]

[foolproofed]

Legal vs. illegal, huh? Which country are we in here, exactly??

[voice]

[coffeeking]

Ha! I knew it was the legality that would get to you.

Though may I remind you, we don't have any laws against drugs here.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

Well - Perhaps not, but you cannot deny that it is illegal in all of our homes, is it not?

[voice]

[foolproofed]

Yeah, well, my planet's probably a desolate tar-ball of hellspawn, so. I don't think anything's legal or illegal there anymore.

[:'|]

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

...Sorry. Your planet is what?

[voice]

[coffeeking]

...Echoing that. What happened?

[voice]

[foolproofed]

Y'know. Usual business. Ancient Gods rise from the earth, start destroying everything in their path with unholy rage and vengeance or something. Suffice to say, I've been coping by doubling my cannabis intake.

[I say it this way because I will lose my mind otherwise, okay.]

[voice]

[coffeeking]

My condolences.

You know, I was formerly in the business of preventing that sort of thing, with varying levels of success.

I'm thinking it was a miscalculation that we didn't have any cannabis for the aftermaths. You're one up on us with that.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

While -

[What.]

While I - Condolences, yes - I don't think that drug consumption will be helpful! And nor is it praiseworthy!

[voice] 1/2

[foolproofed]

Wooooow, 'gee, sorry about your planet BUT'--maybe you're right. Maybe the shit they use treat cancer, seizures, Crohn's, Tourettes, Irritable Bowel Syndrome, Glaucoma, Alzheimer's, and MS--

[voice]

[foolproofed]

[BREAAAATHES

okay air is back, back to your regularly scheduled ranting]

--is shit you should really be wagging your finger at.

But by all means, let the tobacco slide. Because tobacco has such a great wrap sheet. It's not like it caused more deaths than illegal drug use, HIV, suicides, MVAs, and killin' a man combined.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

I - All right.

[You want temper Marty
Do you really want to go down this route]

First, young man: at what point did you hear me say a single word in praise of tobacco?

Re: [voice]

[foolproofed]

Nah, nothing to with praise. You just rely on legalities in a seriously backwards legal system when it comes to dangerous substances people put in their bodies.