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ataraxion2013-04-11 02:14 pm
foolproofed) wrote in ataraxion2013-04-11 02:14 pm
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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 itand 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.]
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
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I wore them actively.
[I WAS A DUMBASS KID WITH A DUMBASS 90'S MOM]
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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?
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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.
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[A chick with good humor, pretty, smart, with a history of jellies--if she wanted a significant other and didn't have one yet, he'd be appalled at the universe. Unless all the men so far were dicks. Then it's good to be single. True dat.]
It's good to know a sci-fi horror ship's got room for rings. Or is that from back home?
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[ the universe is awful ric is the only decent dude jenna has ever dated then she died
fuck why did i start this metatag now it's all sad
it's also late. i'm sorry about this, the people responsible for the writing of this meta tag have been sacked, etcetera and so on. ]
Weirdly enough, kind of half and half-- guy from back home, ring from the weird Space Santa inhabiting the lockers.
[ with a 'what can you do' shrug there. ]
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But seriously, do you think there's an old fat asshole putting shit in the lockers when we're goo'd up? I can't help but wonder. Constantly.
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[ it's super creepy she's js ]
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I feel secondhand gross.
What if it's secretly spreading space epidemics to kill us all later when we're not expecting it...
[Whoops that's 1/2 the weed talking. 1/2 is just Marty though tbqh.]
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[ ...sorry, marty. ]
I think I meant to be reassuring, there.
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Why am I always right about this shit lately??
Really??
[people are supposed to say oh marty u so silly and ignore him
what the fuck what the fuck]
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[ helpful sommers. very helpful. ]
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Because sure, why not. For both. I dunno, you guys could probably really have a cereal mascot here.
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--someone almost broke the universe?
[ಠ_ಠ]
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[ oops marty
welcome to the cabin in the woods in SPACE ]
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I sure hope so. I'd hate for us all to suddenly have our asses for faces or plants watering humans or--[... sniff.] weird broken universe stuff like that.
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[ just chinhandsing marty you sound like every stoner buddy she had in college ]
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[c:]
I'd really worry about a pothead if they haven't fretted about the universe at some point.
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But then eventually you just shrug and accept it.
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[ reflective pause... pause i guess ]
Wow, that's pretty weird and specific itself now that I talk about it out loud.
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We could use a few of those mini-waterfalls on board.
For relaxation purposes.
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