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[ The video feed cuts in to display Justin Taylor with the sketchpad he arrived with propped up on a knee while he hangs out in one of the lounge areas, watching people pass by. He speaks distractedly. ]

So, I'm on to a few theories. Most of them involve all of you being on some kind of group hallucinogenic trip and this being a bizarre, Lucas Con rejects cult commune. But seeing as 'low budget sci-fi basement porno dungeon' has been shot down, the best I really have left is 'underground kidnapping ring that's going to end in me getting sold off as a sex slave to some foreign business tycoon' and that just seems absurd. [ He glances up at the comm device, shaking his head, and holds his hands up to gesture for a moment. ] I mean. There would be cages or something, wouldn't there? You don't just let sex slaves wander, and you don't build cliche fantasy sets for them.

[ He pauses to look at the camera in earnest for a moment. ] So, since you're all so convinced, is there actual proof of the whole space thing? We're short on windows, and no, this isn’t me asking to be shoved out an airlock, so you can take your smartassed comments and shove them right back up your ass, thank you very much. And even with windows - who's to say it's not just special effects. The government can do shit like that, right?

[ There's a weak shrug ] I'd just like to know I'm not a lab rat in some severely fucked up, large scale social experiment.

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Why do you think this has anything to do with sex? Put your pants back on, Leia.

'Cause we all woke up naked with cylindrical stuff shoved down our throats?

Would you rather try to breath the kool-aid?

[Seriously, he's not stalking you, he just has this thing about not letting people post without him throwing in his twenty million dollars.]

There wwas a space station or somethin' a wwhile ago, for one. People wwent dowwn to it an' found out shit about wwhen wwe are, but don't ask me to tell you about it, since I hardly remember wwhat they evven said. I think that douchebag America wwas there for that, if he's evven still around.

Also, for fuck's sake, havve you seen the size'a this ship? There's no wway anyone wwould build all'a this just to fuck wwith people. An' also, [pointing at his face,] because this is a human thing you guys get all wwrapped up in, hello, alien. C'mon. Bein' skeptical is so fuckin' passe, get wwith the coddamn program.

You mean you haven't found the cages yet?

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I'd rather there not be any kool-aid, but I get the feel there's a reason for that beside looking like creepy blue lube.

[ holy pole dancing christ in a strip joint, does he have to be such a princess? ] You're a lab rat in a severely fucked up, [ maybe he chuckles there ] large scale social experiment.

Your mission (should you choose to accept it) is to stumble into as many walls as possible while trying to find sustenance, or die.

[ guess who's destroying brain cells? B) thank you space perverts for the drugs. your friend, Brian. ]

Who can say? It's an appropriate guess, though, considering whatever's put us here has us all bent over.

Ah well. Liquor's in all the kitchen cabinets, darling. Leave the scotch, though - that's mine.

[ Uh huh, yeah, he's not convinced. ] Look, if you've got a crush on me, it's okay, you can admit it. I'll even give you a pity fuck if you ask nice. I've never fucked a comic con geek before.

[ Now commenting on what you actually said: ] A space station? Did you actually see space? And yeah, I got your alien story, whatever. Alter-whatever. Transexual Translyvania.

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...Well now I just feel like I'm missing out. And sort of insulted.

[ Look someone has to be a princess about this and it's obviously not you, stoner mcdruggypants, so that leaves him. And there is an eyebrow raise here. ] You know, I'm actually kind of impressed in how fast you managed to find drugs in a new and strange environment. Is that a personal record?

And by the way? [ Hold on, trivia time, because these are important facts that you need to be aware of, sir ] Those rats are actually pretty smart. Some of them even manage to dismantle the traps and make off with the cheese without harm.

[ So there. ]

[Hey, wanna see something funny? Look at Eridan's face. You know how he once looked like Justin had taken a hammer to his ring collection? Now he just kind of looks like he got hit in the face by said hammer and is currently completely confounded as to where all the blood is coming from.

Also his face is turning purple and yes, that is the color he blushes.]

W-Wwhoa, wwhat, wwho evven brought pity into this equation, you wwouldn't evven be wworth that, if anythin' it'd be a completely platonic hate, practically fuckin' ashen - [Okay, he's getting control of himself, remember what happened last time you freaked out over someone using the word "pity" to you, wow. Okay. One half-deep breath and then,] No, nevvermind, fuck that.

I still havve no fuckin' clue wwhat Transexual Transylvania evven is, but beside the point, wwhat do I havve to do to provve I'm not some human actin' like a freak by dressin' up like somethin' a human could nevver hope to be?

[ he loves your fine ass but sometimes ... sometimes, why do you word? he gives That Look. lips slightly parted, face mostly expressionless, brows sort of raised. don't you bring logical thought into this, Justin. ] Meanwhile, the others electrocute themselves repeatedly, in an attempt to try the same damn technique until they barbecue themselves. [ double edged sword, that imagery. ] Has anyone answered you seriously yet?

[ he's half-tempted to blow a smoke ring into the camera, the right now equivalent of sticking his tongue out. ] They were in my bag, under the clothes. Whoever packed my shit had the right idea.

And not in the preferred way.

That's mildly good news. Has anyone designated a margarita night yet?

Not that I know of. Have we just acquired a Tequila Tuesday?

[ You're right, that is pretty funny, and Justin will just cover his mouth with a hand and make a very lame attempt and concealing his snickering at it. And holy shit, are you changing colors? ]

Holy fuck, that is some badass make up you've got on. [ He will never stop making the You Aren't An Alien jokes, even though he's starting to suspect you might not be lying. ] 'Pity fuck' is just a term, don't get your space-panties in a twist, Spock. [ He has no idea Spock is actually here. ]

It's from a movie. God, you need educating. [ Ignoring the bit about proving because he will never stop making these jokes.] I'm pretty sure some hair dye and latex could get me to where you are, but the question is, why would I want to?

[ This is what you get when you fuck teenagers with over active imaginations, mkay, take your consequences like a man. He makes a scrunched up, distasteful face at that imagery. ] Ew. Thanks for that. I'm pretty sure there were a lot of less gross ways to make that analogy. [ A half-frown at the latter question. ] One guy, but I'm pretty sure he's a one of those basement living sci-fi convention nutjobs. Or in the least he's totally neurotic. So not sure how much I trust that information.

On the plus side, I did just instigate Tequila Tuesdays.

[ There's an eyebrow raise and a snort at Brian's sticking out his tongue. Having fun there, champ? ] All I got was cigarettes. I feel gypped.

[ You are now his best friend. ] I do believe we have. There wouldn't happen to be limes around as well, would there?

[Uh-oh, the D-word. Excuse him while he veers wildly off topic.]

Yeah, good fuckin' luck findin' any dye on this fuckin' skiff. I swwear to god if the next round'a people don't showw up wwith somethin' I'm gonna fuckin' lose it.

[boy you're so vain i bet you think this song is about you don't you don't you]

An' by the wway, you'd nevver get to my levvel, so that's not evven wworth askin'.

[ Oh, he loves hedonists. He doesn't mind if you think you're pals for now. ]

Fresh produce in space, mm, that might be asking a bit much. You might have to get a bit creative.

Why would anyone want a slave just for their gender?

I suppose on average male humans are stronger than females, but females have been scientifically proven to have an edge up on males in a variety of ways. Long-term pain, for example.

[ This is Chase. She clearly doesn't understand 'sex slave'. ]

Both would prove to be advantageous in a situation like this, especially given a number of theories on what said ship actually is....

I don't get it.

[ oh hey justin, it's the previously nude guy sarah totally needs to tag back on, sup.

he'll be zooming into the shit that really matters now. ]

Sketchbook or repurposed notepad?

A quick look around at some of our fellow passengers would make you reconsider your sex slave theory.

[ He is squishy and impressionable and totally fine with that. ]

I can manage creative. Are there are least mixing mediums? Or am I inventing space drinks here?

Edited 2012-05-09 06:36 (UTC)

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