001 -- voice;

[kutte]

[ there's a click of a lighter, then an inhale, before jax breathes back out. chain-smoking his way through the last couple weeks is hurting his supply, but it's also the best way to deal with stress. and unfamiliar memories. and everything else going on up here. ]

I'm not looking to get all touchy-feely about this shit, but I gotta say it. Some of you people got weird fucking lives, you know that?

[ it's meant to be a joke, but jax ends on a note that's much, much too tense to really carry it off. ]

Anyone figured out how long we gotta put up with the trip down memory lane, or we just waiting till the other shoe drops on this mess and someone's head explodes?

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voice;

[sweetmotherofgod]

You know, I don't think we've done exploding heads yet. I don't know whether to congratulate you on your creativity or yell at you for jinxing us.

[kutte]

There any wood up here to knock on? Or we shit out of luck on that front too?

[chuffle]

Ah, yeah.

Yeah we do.

If someone's head does explode, I nominate not us.

[kutte]

I'll second that. But shit, there's got to be something better to do than sit around and wait.

voice

[soyed]

Here's someone with a weird, no fucked up, life.]

About a month. Someone's head will probably explode though.

[kutte]

You don't sound all that concerned.

(VOICE)

[eidetics]

Even normal lives can look fucking weird to a stranger.

[kutte]

Yeah, hence why I'd not be looking at any of this and dealing with my own shit.

locked.

[wolfchild]

Like Kohn's did? [ she might have talked to tara first.

a beat and then— ] Good shot.

locked 5-eva.

[kutte]

[ there is such a long pause here. ]

Well, fuck. You see all that?

[endeavors]

What's your definition of a normal life?

[kutte]

One without half the crazy shit I been seeing. Or spaceships, while we're at it.

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[puppydogeyes]

Just keep your mouth shut.

wow tyke!!

[kutte]

Excuse me?

[slipperysoul]

You just realized that?

[ they both have such great senses of humor, what're you talking about. ] Weird lives is a theme around here.

[kutte]

Figured it out when I showed up, but I wasn't looking to make a public announcement.

You're telling me, Papi.

voice.

[throwsdown]

[WHAT.

WHAT NO.

I'VE ALREADY DEALT WITH EXPLODING HEADS WE CAN'T DO THIS DANCE AGAIN.]

No way!! Our — our heads can't s'plode! We don't have chips in there, and mine's not working no more, so — definitely, definitely not!

[kutte]

[ oh jesus it's a child ]

Who was telling you that you got chips in your head, kid?

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[allbloodyhail]

Ta for noticing.

[kutte]

Not gonna make any jokes about mommy issues, man. Some things are better left unspoken of.

permavoice;

[mindtricks]

[ she's figured out that the memories she started out with were his, but anderson isn't sure she wants to know what he got in return. ]

I think weird is a question of perspective. [ her life isn't so weird, from her perspective. his, on the other hand, is one that she doesn't think she would want to live. she puts too much stock into the law and he-- even from the few memories she got, she knows he's not always on the right side of it. ]

[kutte]

Yeah, everyone thinks everyone else is weird. Still doesn't change anything.

[thatsaflaregun]

[Don't talk about people's heads exploding, Jax.]

Wouldn't joke about that, brotha. Could be more likely than you think.

[He also might be a little drunk.]

[kutte]

[ brotha ]

Who you calling brother, pal?

[voice]

[doggedly]

Oh, it's not all that bad. Not head-exploding bad, anyways. Maybe an eye popping out, or something, at the very worst.

[He says it quite cheerfully, but he's trying to work out this... vague sense of familiarity here...]

[kutte]

Impaired vision my deal last month, not looking for a repeat on it either. Is this your way of looking on the bright side?

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[steeled]

[ tara's not even touching the heads exploding piece, instead, she just sighs heavily from some non-descript corner of medical and gazes longingly at his cigarette. ]

If you're in our room right now and I smell any of that when I come home, I'm taking all your shit and throwing it outside. It's not the front lawn, but I'll take what I can.

[ but she's good-natured about it. ]

[kutte]

I'll leave the door open.

[ look at them, on good terms!! ]

You okay, babe?

voice »

[became]

From your lips to Himself's ears.

[ homeboy isn't religious but it sure sounds like it ]

[kutte]

I'm not bringing god into this.

voice;

[rejack]

[ holy deja vu, space batman.

kind of. maybe. there's a lot of badass on board, and he's kind of got that ring to him. her glimpses of other people's baggage had been a level up, out of her league, so totally badass.

and really sad. some of them hurt her under her skin, shook her. but badass. his voice was a little reminiscent--gutting the car, putting some goddamn cop creep in his place--it was kind of really cool. but it had left her with a hard knot in her stomach, burrowing down. more to come, it said. ]

Have people exploded before? Like, ever? [ she splits the radio silence with an urgent question, spoken low. some folks may have sorted she's a girl, but she hasn't really figured it yet. until that freak flag flies, she's going to be jack. boy extraordinaire, space master, trouble making little shit.

winner of the first annual riddick look a like contest. ] D'you know?

[kutte]

[ there's faint familiarity, getting stronger when he looks at her. jax rubs his forehead without thinking about it, the place where goggles would cut into skin, were he wearing any. ]

Not yet, far as I've heard. But consensus seems to think it's a possibility, so who knows, kid.