Marty Mikalski (
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[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.
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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)
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[His smile might split his face
he's trying to contain himself
nayders nayders]
Didn't choke those chickens, didja?
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[You ass he knows you're up to something. He just. Doesn't know what it is, exactly, which is why instead of grumpy he sounds cautious about it.]
... not yet.
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laughs, so friendly and mocking but not mean and yet so unfair--
He still thinks you're a weirdo and he'll steer clear IRL, but oh god--]
That's good! I'm sure they really appreciate that shit.
What, you put 'em in a coop in the gardens? Or are they still free-roaming?
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'Course they're not free-roaming, someone -
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Why the hell do you wanna know where my chickens are.
[Maybe he should be checking on them. Yeah, he's going to take a break and check on them right this second. That laughter is suspicious man.]
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Did someone try to eat your chickens, or something?
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Okay, no, even he isn't that suspicious. Even if he's going to check on them now regardless.]
About... killin' my chickens.
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You seemed veeery disgruntled about them last we met.
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[Hmph.]
There was a goddamn fish in my locker, they all - [There's an awful lot of huffing and pissy facial expressions going on over here, except, you know. Voice.] - flew off!
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[the most wistful sigh :c ]
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At least it's probably good for fertilizer or something.
You're the earthy garden guy, right?
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Or whatever shit you were into back home. I'm just speculating here.
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[Not something he usually stresses, or even bothers to mention, but hdu not take the gardens seriously, Marty. h d u]
Not - [hmph] - earthy garden guy. Or whatever.
[mumble grumble grumble grump]
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It's how I roll.
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You're - gonna sound like a moron on purpose.
[that. doesn't. compute.]
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[it's totally logical ned sheesh]
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[Hear that? It's the sound of 596259608 assumptions clicking into place, and the end result is both something completely wrong and nothing he's going to bother bringing up.
Because thank fuck a moron who is okay with accepting his fate.]
Mm, yeah. I'm the garden - nation - then.
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Alright, garden nation manager. Got anything interesting to add to the sharing-and-caring?
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