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ataraxion2013-05-02 12:53 am
foolproofed) wrote in ataraxion2013-05-02 12:53 am
video.
[When the camera turns on, Marty's adjusting it before plopping down in a seat clumsily (grumbling 'fuckin' jelly legs' or something to that effect); he's got dust and oil on him, a little toil and trouble with the clean-up assistance he's been performing on the Tranquility (after pilfering a gun from the Scylla, of course). He's bone-tired and there's a bit of sweat on his brow, but in that weariness he finds temporary redirection from the shitty stuff. He's noticed, of course, people fighting plenty. People looking very tense and unhappy. The halls are even quieter, somehow. And he doesn't fuckin' like it, not one bit. Now, he's not particularly attached to this ship--duh, he's only been here a month and it's a horrible place on top of it--but like hell does he enjoy misery as company. That saying can just go shove it.
I mean, he's barely even smoking it up, lately. In fact, he's stone cold normal right now and empty-handed. They're just clasped in front of him as he leans into his knees.]
You know what I need? A break. A cigarette break, but with more words 'n shit. We've been working our asses off. Keep up the fantastic work, and all that jazz, but how about something else for a second? Juuust a second. I know we've all been stressed out, what with the pirates and the freaky-ass murdering specter captains and the--uh--ship clamped on us like a tumor. So just... Hey, I haven't--really indulged in the fact that we're all from every corner of time and space and universes and all that cool sci-fi stuff.
[He licks his lips as he considers what to say, hands motioning in front of him like he's trying to catch his own thoughts.]
You guys, we have all kinds of worlds on board! Tell me some cool shit about your world. Or about you. Whatever. Can I get some cool facts? Some jokes? Stories? Hell, it doesn't even have to be anything outside of good ol' planet Earth. Or even directed at me. No serious or traumatic stuff needed, just... stuff. Hell, if you're a connoisseur of movies or you have a thing for panda facts or you wanna tell a story about your crazy family reunions.
[He suddenly seems a little more excited, a little less tired, shifting in his seat.]
This entry is now Marty's Share Fair. I'm stuck on a funky space ship and all, so I might as well know more than the bleak stuff.
....
Just don't pull a TMI, okay? I'm sure everyone sees enough floppy nethers after each jump. We don't need to know anything about them other that the promise that you'll find a towel posthaste. Thank you in advance.
(ooc: threadjacking heavily encouraged! it'd be fun to have people find common interests or things to relate to, and I just wanted a kinda free-for-all for the S.S. Solemn Worrywarts)
I mean, he's barely even smoking it up, lately. In fact, he's stone cold normal right now and empty-handed. They're just clasped in front of him as he leans into his knees.]
You know what I need? A break. A cigarette break, but with more words 'n shit. We've been working our asses off. Keep up the fantastic work, and all that jazz, but how about something else for a second? Juuust a second. I know we've all been stressed out, what with the pirates and the freaky-ass murdering specter captains and the--uh--ship clamped on us like a tumor. So just... Hey, I haven't--really indulged in the fact that we're all from every corner of time and space and universes and all that cool sci-fi stuff.
[He licks his lips as he considers what to say, hands motioning in front of him like he's trying to catch his own thoughts.]
You guys, we have all kinds of worlds on board! Tell me some cool shit about your world. Or about you. Whatever. Can I get some cool facts? Some jokes? Stories? Hell, it doesn't even have to be anything outside of good ol' planet Earth. Or even directed at me. No serious or traumatic stuff needed, just... stuff. Hell, if you're a connoisseur of movies or you have a thing for panda facts or you wanna tell a story about your crazy family reunions.
[He suddenly seems a little more excited, a little less tired, shifting in his seat.]
This entry is now Marty's Share Fair. I'm stuck on a funky space ship and all, so I might as well know more than the bleak stuff.
....
Just don't pull a TMI, okay? I'm sure everyone sees enough floppy nethers after each jump. We don't need to know anything about them other that the promise that you'll find a towel posthaste. Thank you in advance.
(ooc: threadjacking heavily encouraged! it'd be fun to have people find common interests or things to relate to, and I just wanted a kinda free-for-all for the S.S. Solemn Worrywarts)
[voice]
Panda facts?
[voice]
There's always new shit to learn, even if it's probably totally pointless where we are.
...
Unless we run into a panda here. I dunno.
Re: [voice]
But yes, I suppose you're right--[he sounds really morose, just here: staving off the feeling of this all being pointless is sometimes a major task]--there's always something new to learn.
I can't tell you much about animals. [And many of the things that he can tell people, like how bloodstain pattern analysis works, or how they could hypothetically kill someone who's alone in what appears to be an inaccessible location, are either things that he doesn't want many other people to know that he knows just now, or knowledge that it would be a terrible idea to make public.] Rabbits. When I was a kid, I had a book about rabbits. It was a puzzle book. There was a prize for solving the puzzle. Do you know the one I mean?
[This book was so phenomenally popular when he was a child that it reveals nothing serious or important about him... and he does remember it fondly.]
[voice]
but eeeeh, weird isn't the worst thing to be.]
Rabbits... Rabbits...All I got's Max and Ruby.
What's this puzzle book of yours?
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I remember being very excited to try to find the prize, but it had already been dug up by that point. Apart from that, the winner was a cheat. He didn't solve the puzzle at all... he knew the artist's former girlfriend.
I'm assuming Max and Ruby is something to do with rabbits?
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... He figured out the puzzle from the ex-girlfriend? That's pretty cold. Like a big 'fuck you!' from her to the author.
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Yes. They were a couple when he created the puzzles, and she knew where he was likely to have hidden the prize. Someone else solved it legitimately, but it was pointless. They missed the reward.
Still, the girlfriend's behavior isn't atypical in situations where a relationship has soured.
The prize was a rabbit made out of gold and jewels. If something like that were here, buried in the Oxygen Garden... I wonder what would happen. On one hand, it has very little value -- it isn't as if any of us can sell it, it would probably be good for a few favors, at most -- but on the other, some people still might find it desirable. Do you think they would turn over the gardens looking for it?
[OOC: PFFFT SO THERE REALLY IS A PANDA. I had no idea! Oh, well, let's just say he's managed to miss it every time he might have seen it.]
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Uhhhh... Y'know, I think that could be a thing, but—there's people who work in the gardens who'd probably get in a fistfight with whoever tries digging it up. I can foresee some pretty harsh slugfests going on.
But it's a cool idea, if someone could get it to work.
Without the punching.
[ooc: haha, that's actually my character's panda! it's not around when this thread happened, though, so we're good.]