Nebula 5

[firewalled]

Heard we're supposed to be having another mission soon... seems a bit like every time we get beat down, we have a nice break, then have to get beat down even harder, huh?

[Rich is starting to get tired of this, honestly. He's trying not to let it show on his face, but the bags under his eyes probably still make it obvious. At least he seems to be back to his talkative self, though he has to admit... it's just because he can't take the silence anymore.]

Anyways, I've been thinkin' a lot about the stuff I miss back home. Video games and cheesy movies, and fast food courts in malls that seem like a great vibe until two hours later when you've barricaded yourself in a bathroom stall. All the stuff we don't have a lot of here. And I think there's one thing we're sorely missing, which is memes.

[He smirks a little.] I mean, I could do an acoustic riff on Astley if anyone wanted it, but I wonder if we have better than that.

Maybe we could use that laptop to make new ones? Yknow, all that bottom text goodness? Though I guess we couldn't really use them as reaction images on these terminals...

Anyways, I guess, what's the one thing you wish you had here, that the train just can't replace for you? So whatever you can't buy from the store. I'm in a nostalgic kinda mood.

Comments

[firewalled]

Oh, my god, that's... yeah, your girlfriend is right about you being the epitome of cringe. I mean, how cliche can you get?

[He muffles a bit of a laugh.]

I'd have to say I'm probably the kid you'd be arresting for petty theft and vandalism, but hopefully you didn't bring your handcuffs along.

[monkeyinthewrench]

Nope. I have been reliably informed that I don't have jurisdiction on mysterious space trains.

[ He smiles and shakes his head. ]

You laugh now, but those situations totally happen in real life! I got taken hostage in a department store one Christmas, fought some henchmen, the whole deal. Though my buddy got the big hero moment.

[firewalled]

Thank god, I'm still safe to wreak havoc, then.

[What kind of havoc? He'll never tell. At least, not if he isn't caught!

His eyes go a little wide to hear about the hostage situation, though.]

Jesus, seriously? Nothing that crazy happens in my little suburb. Or uh, if it is, it's more a sci-fi than an action flick. Glad your buddy looked out for you, though.

[monkeyinthewrench]

...hey, sci-fi's cool! I'm getting to live in one right now. It's. Not quite as awesome as I hoped, but it's not the worst.

And...yeah. Charles is a little weird. If you ever meet him, don't let him rope you into a cooking class. But you'll never meet anyone loyal, or who works harder.

[firewalled]

It could definitely be worse, dude. Back home, some weird shit happened to us. At least here, we sort of have a say. Can always stay on the train if we don't wanna do a mission, right?

[He raises an eyebrow at the comment and smirks slightly.]

Hey, what's wrong with a cooking class? I could always use some pointers!

[monkeyinthewrench]

...so I've heard. Hoping this next mission isn't too bad.

But trust me, Charles makes it weird. If you want to hear all about how moist and succulent your vegetables are, or other inappropriate for teens words, he's your guy.

Love him, but he seriously needs a mouth filter. And that's coming from me!

[firewalled]

Yeah, I hope so too...

He sounds like he's just a little awkward! I can get that, man. I used to be super gross as a freshman... probably still am? I don't know how well the obedience training has stuck.

[His voice takes on a more cynical tone, despite his attempts to keep a grip on his attitute.]