You know what I miss? I miss getting drunk.

The simple pleasures of life. Perhaps the taste of peanut brittle! Or the view you get when a gal in a particularly short skirt bends over to flash whatever's underneath. Flowers in spring or some stupid shit like that, whatever people get their jollies off on. Scratch the peanut brittle thing, actually. In retrospect, peanut brittle is fucking disgusting.

[ Bartleby's sitting at one of the kitchen counters it seems, an elbow propped on the surface, his head tilted against a fist. He looks thoughtful, and yet sounds aggravated. Sardonic. ]

You know what I don't miss? Assholes who get lost for weeks inside a never-ending corn maze with less corn and more maze without even bothering to leave their phone on. Can you believe the damn cretinism that has to go into something so careless as that? Is it retardation, I ask of you? No, for that is too simple an answer. I don't miss Wisconsin. Nobody misses Wisconsin.

Also the Spice Girls. I really don't miss the Spice Girls. I'm probably pushing my luck with saying that one aloud.

[Alex is sitting cross-legged on the floor of his room, the device on a nearby chair, giving a good view of the room. He's wearing a leather jacket (black-provided in his locker this time), and a pair of jeans. He's looking a bit James Dean today (thank you very much), and for the first time in a while, he's feeling a bit less....stressed.

Not that there isn't a lot to stress out about. But give a guy his own clothing (not a power diaper suit), and some sweet tunes (which are currently playing distantly in the background)--he can feel a bit better about life for a few minutes.]

So we're all stressed out, right? Which, fuck, I think we all have a right to be. We're on the fucking Lost in Space ship [That's what the name of that show was called, right? The show one of the kids in Promenade told him about], with people trying to kill us, make us sick, and no end in sight.

With more people coming every month.

[Okay, get to the point, Alex. It's a stupid point, but you want to make the offer, so do it.]

I know some people have been trying to find ways to relax and while I [He coughs, he doesn't like admitting he's wrong] was kind of a dick about it, I get the reasoning.

What I'm trying to say is that I got my hand-crank record player, and some records in my locker, last jump.

Johnny Cash, Buddy Holly, Big Bopper...you know, the good stuff.

If anyone wants to come over, and just relax for a bit--I'd be okay with that.

Figure I'd be an asshole not to share.

( Private to CRAU Charles )

( Private text to Megamind )

[ooc: Action is fine! There will be an open log put up later today for people who don't want to action it up here.]

[Why are things floating.

Libby sits (this time on a table in the kitchens--chairs exist, girl, why are you like this) and she is surrounded by slowly drifting utensils.

She's already figured out how to lie about it. She never told anyone she wasn't telekinetic. (Because who does that?). So she'll just say they made her like this, and Jesse's secret will be protected while Libby gets to show off--because this is wicked sharp, and even makes her confident enough to roll up her sleeves, baring scars and soft white feathers.

She grins at the camera, which she turned on with her mind.]

'Sup, bitches.

[She's not opening this up to the network for any reason. Can't a girl just be bored?]

( [video | 100% encryption | locked to mouse, jesse, nikolai, NOT LOKI >:P] )

Nice welcome wagon.

[The sarcasm is probably entirely irritating to the veterans of the ship, but she really couldn't care less. The jump was completely shitty.]

So now that I'm all 'settled in' and shit, I have a question that goes out to the whole ship:

Anyone from after 2300 AD? Anyone? I'm giving it a pretty wide berth here, figured getting specific wouldn't get me very far so don't hesitate to say hi.

[There's a beat where Cora pokes at her newest tattoo to her collection. Not quite her style.]

Gotta say if I'm stuck with these antiques it's gonna be just like they're brand spanking new.

[Siiiiiiiigh. Future girl got it so rough.]

'least it'll keep me occupied.

[She looks as if she's about to stuff off the video when something off screen catches her eye.]

Anyone got some tools to reconfigure frequencies on comm devices? Mine is busted and my tool bag is seriously lacking about five pounds.

[She holds up a little metal wristband - at least it looks like that.]

Hit me up.