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[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.]

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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.

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

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

[:'|]

...Sorry. Your planet is what?

...Echoing that. What happened?

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.]

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.

While -

[What.]

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

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--

[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.

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?

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.

A "backwards" legal system. Really.

[His voice is getting sharper.]

And who are you, precisely, to pass verdict upon it? Aside from someone who, "like, totally" gets news of the day from his dealer.

[whoa whoa

What the fuck

He looks plenty offended thanks]

Oh, I see who wants to be the one passing verdicts around here.

Good thing I'm used to the bullshit spewing out of your perfectly waxed asshole.

[Hardly missing a beat in response to that bit of profanity:] Yes, for such is clearly the medium in which you work. You seem to be quite accustomed to prattling on in a self-justifying fashion.

You insulted my character because I argued the law wasn't infallible.

Do you even have opinions, outside of written doctrine?

[slowly lighting a joint brb]

Well, let's examine the facts. Is "you're an idiot" part of written doctrine?

Depends on why I'm an idiot.

[smiiiiiiile

Puffs gently

Puff puff

Man I ain't even that bad now MOMENT IS GONE]

You -

[DAMMIT]

The answer is that no, it is not part of written doctrine, and yet that is now becoming firmly entrenched as an opinion of mine. You do not just insult the law.

Edgeworth, the law isn't always right. Sometimes laws are written by those who would profit from them, and are supported by those who have something to gain, or are frightened by media propaganda. I know you have great faith in the system, but everything has flaws.

Marijuana was made illegal by a campaign invented and promoted by a wealthy newspaper owner at the turn of the 20th century who saw hemp as a threat to his shares in paper stocks. There was never any medical research to back his claims, and future medical research proved him soundly false. No one has ever died as a direct result of marijuana use, and the medical benefits of the drug are enormous.

I'd argue that criticizing flawed and corrupt lawmaking serves to better the justice system as a whole.

[That's a nice speech and all, but Edgeworth speaks with the tones of a man who's just heard someone calling his dead mother whorish - ]

The law isn't backwards.

Same sex couples can't get hitched, the government makes a killing on cigarette taxes, and not long ago we preached equality while people were segregated by skin color.

Yeah, it can be a fucked system.

Cigarette taxes are in place to discourage smoking, one law you cited has long been obsolete and the other is being phased out. Try again, young man.

He said that!

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