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

[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.

voice

[unparental]

...okay, you're right and I'm absolutely sorry I depersonalized you, that's unfair.

[ she's not even being sarcastic it's a gift. ]

Marty-- you happen to look like what would happen if Topher and I had actually known each other in college, and it's kind of hilarious.

Also there's nothing wrong with your name.

voice

[foolproofed]

Completely unfair!!

[GOOD WE GOT THAT SETTLED.

... Damn, now he can't be indignant.]

I guess I'm a pretty obvious college putz, sometimes. But y'know, I think he'd be a lot more proper and clean if he were a dorm kid. And stuck in the classrooms of his own free will with his own collection of theorems. Something about him freakin' screams it.

[it was the sweater vest

the sweater vest screamed it

and the being a doctor

and the weird fascination with their faces matching]

voice

[unparental]

Oh, I think you're underestimating him. Seriously, it's the med-based science people you never want to challenge to a drinking contest.

[ their livers are made of sadism and iron, truths. ]

voice

[foolproofed]

Aha, but what of us who have an impressive tolerance to cannabis? I can win that one for sure!

voice

[unparental]

I actually win that one, trust me, but given personal history and 'space strain of toaster strudels' I'd say between you guys you're absolutely right.

voice

[foolproofed]

Well, well, we've got a wrassler of the weed battles amongst us. Where you may seize victory in tolerance, I will make up for in ridiculous and almost pathetically tropey life style choices.

And also, we should sit around and smoke weed together sometime. As an addendum.

voice » this thread is diamonds

[unparental]

I'm the head ship therapist and Ianto won't quit telling people I'm a drug dealer? [ why are you guys competing on this

smoke a bowl and let it go my brothers.


...okay that gets a genuine laugh, marty. ]

Well, how could I say no to that?

voice » i was gonna tag you earlier but then i got high BA DA DADA DA

[foolproofed]

You're a therapist? I bet you're a bitchin' one, if weed is on your bill.

[c:]

And you definitely can't! Who else am I gonna smoke it up with? That guy with the same face who gets up in people's personal space? The grumpy naked country dude who waves his junk around? I may be under the influence, but I need some sanity in there somewhere!

voice » now i have to listen to that sob

[unparental]

...I don't think I've heard that word since I owned a pair of Jellies, but compliment very much appreciated.

[ marty what are you other than magic. ]

In that case, hi Marty-- I'm Jenna, and I appreciate the THC sharing.

Re: voice » never fails

[foolproofed]

Ah, jellies. Those are extinct now, right? Hit by the ice age. I hear you can find their fossilized remains at the local Goodwill.

voice »

[unparental]

Even worse? Crimped hair. The nineties were a scary time.

voice »

[foolproofed]

You're tellin' me! I owned more than one pair of JNCOs.

I wore them actively.

[I WAS A DUMBASS KID WITH A DUMBASS 90'S MOM]

voice »

[unparental]

I love you already, can I say that and have it not be weird? I promise I'm not trying to get in your pants.

voice »

[foolproofed]

[That's cool, Jenna, most chicks don't wanna get in his pants. It's the tragic part of being third or fifth wheel. He just laughs, though, fake shock and awe in his tone.]

What, you don't want to get into my JNCOs? What kind of chick doesn't want to be in a pair of those bad boys?

visual »

[unparental]

[ flipping to visual to flash her ridiculous vampire plot contrivance of an engagement ring. ]

After I told you about the crimping, you think I would be that superficial? No, I just hate to feel like I'm leading anybody on.

voice » diamonds you say

[coffeeking]

The last person I told was months ago, it's not my fault the rumor mill never ends.

Besides, I may be joining you in your illicit profession in exchange for munchies.

voice » zee what are you

[unparental]

...Ianto Jones, no. You? Can I film it?

voice » special

[coffeeking]

If you must. Send a copy to Edgeworth, he'll appreciate it.

voice »

[unparental]

You're awful.

voice »

[coffeeking]

I may be a little annoyed with him right now.

voice »

[unparental]

...oof, do I want to ask?

voice »

[coffeeking]

You know how he is. He figured out Marty was high and flipped his lid. He took the argument to extremes, like he always does, and insisted that willingness to break a single law is willingness to break any law, up to and including murder. To be fair, he back-peddled pretty quickly upon unintentionally implying that I shouldn't have equal rights because the law says homosexual marriage is illegal.

But the justice system is good, and the law is flawless, etcetera, etcetera...

voice »

[unparental]

He means well, you know he does.

...the application is a little barbed, I'm not saying it isn't.