video.

[foolproofed]

[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)

Comments

[jurisimpudent]

Purportedly. It purportedly has effects upon physical health; that is not something confirmed. Indeed, I quite think myself that the media inflates it for the sensationalistic value.

My health is fine, and will be for the near future, and that is all that matters.

[foolproofed]

Are you so sure about that? Physically, maybe, but that kinda' constant wear-and-tear in a place like this... You're gonna lose steam, man. Seriously, look: I'm offering a proposition.

You don't like me, I don't like you.

So let's hang out and do something that isn't work.

1/2

[jurisimpudent]

[What - ]

2/2

[jurisimpudent]

Is that some sort of joke?

[foolproofed]

... No??

[geez man, don't be a butt about it]

Not everything has to be some cosmic joke, dude.

[jurisimpudent]

People - People do not hang out with people they dislike!

[foolproofed]

Well, yeah, but we don't even know shit about each other to really hate each other, do we? Seems kinda pointless to be that way until you know for sure you hate their guts. Make sure they're an asshole, n' all.

I've dealt with a lot of those in my day, courtesy of the age old tradition of growing up.

[jurisimpudent]

[He's quiet for a moment - maybe fuming. Even he's not altogether certain.]

You'd have to do a lot more to earn my hatred, you know. I am not going to hate you. Even if I do dislike you.

[foolproofed]

Fine, fine, hate's a strong word. I like to exaggerate.

So--? Let's make a pizza or something. Play checkers. Chess. I don't know, I'm the shittiest planner in the world.

[yeah no he seems pretty much serious about this]

[jurisimpudent]

I -

[He lifts his chin, his brow furrowed, his mouth turned down into a frown. A little bit of his befuddlement and trepidation comes across in his voice.]

Do I have your oath that this is not some...practical joke?

[foolproofed]

Well, yeah. You're cordially invited to a hang out session. Oath included, if you really need one.

[jurisimpudent]

All right. Because if you break your word regarding that, I assure you, people will know about it.

[foolproofed]

Well, yeah, sure. This is all recorded on the network, and all.

[gosh man loosen up]

So what kinda' shit do you wanna do?

[jurisimpudent]

You...suggested chess.

[foolproofed]

....

Oh, right. I did say that... I'm godawful at chess, though.

[huh]

You'll have to teach me how to up my game, Mr. Miyagi.

[yup]

[jurisimpudent]

[Er - ]

Edgeworth.

[foolproofed]

[--no

this is tragic]

No, no, Mr. Miyagi is a pop culture reference to an old Japanese man who teaches this snot-nosed kid how to excel at martial arts through super fuckin' unconventional methods. Like washing cars and catching flies with chopsticks.

It was the best movie with the best theme song--and, y'know. It teaches how to overcome any obstacles and kick ass in a dignified kinda way.

So. When you get back home? Put it on your list of things to see. For sure.

[marty is here to rescue you sugarbear]

[jurisimpudent]

[Well that...makes...so much sense. Of course, Edgeworth thinks to himself, it does sound as though it's similar to some manga tropes, though no doubt seen through a Western lens -

In any case.]

You know that pop culture is not common amongst worlds, correct?

[foolproofed]

Well, you never know 'til you check and see, right?

Mr. Miyagi teaches people not to give up, and all that mushy stuff you'd find in the 80's. We gotta have something in common between each world, I'm betting.

[jurisimpudent]

I suppose.

[He's quiet a moment, then says:]

It won't be enjoyable for you.

[foolproofed]

--huh?

[jurisimpudent]

Chess. I'm very good, and I don't throw games. No one likes being trounced with no chance of winning.

[foolproofed]

Then I'll have to just play until I get frustrated and we do something else.

Besides, how'm I gonna get any better if I don't make some kinda' effort? Someday there might be a crazy chess battle that could determine the fate of the universe, and I'd blow at it because I never learned how to play like a badass.

[jurisimpudent]

...All right, then. I'll teach you until you're at a point where it's a fair game.

[foolproofed]

Sweet. How about we take a break in a few hours, meet up and see how bad I suck at boardgames? That'll get us a little more work done, and a reason to slack off for an hour or two.