Reverie: IC Inbox

[donkeyballs]

 

IC INBOX
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Alright, go ahead and leave me a message, an' I'll get back to you soon as I can.

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[contorta]

That's what she said as well. I can't imagine that. ( or maybe he just doesn't want to. )

But I don't have a better explanation.

[donkeyballs]

At least you remember. That way I don't have to worry I somehow missed a bunch of things.

Even if the shit that Bobbie tells me is just god damn depressing.

[contorta]

What has she told you?

[donkeyballs]

She told me about Earth and Mars.

About the nuke.

About how when she met me I wasn't wearin' a ring.

[contorta]

What nuke?

( the not wearing a ring bit is important, too, but — a nuke. )

[donkeyballs]

[ Shit.

He'd just assumed that Prax had known. This was not the kind of news he wanted to deliver over text. ]

Damn.

Sorry Prax.

Not in the belt. But Earth decided to take out the Martian first-strike weapon arrays, and they got most of 'em.

But one got a nuke off first.

Gunny said that it took out 20 million people, on Earth.

[contorta]

( there's a long pause before prax responds again. )

20 million people?

[donkeyballs]

Yeah.

[ There's a longer pause, then a second message comes through. ]

Sorry, Doc, I thought you already knew.

But it sounds like the war's gettin' a hell of a lot worse, out there.

[contorta]

I didn't. That's terrible.

( 20 million people. that's a number that boggles prax's mind. but — if the war is getting that much worse, what are the odds of him ever finding mei? )

[donkeyballs]

Yeah.

Honestly thought maybe I'd never live to see it, but.

Never thought I'd see anythin' that we've seen, so it ain't like I'm a prophet.

Can't help but worry 'bout it. Bout how long it'll take for Earth to retaliate. But I'm tryin' not to think about it, too much. Nothin' we can do from here - we can't even watch.

[contorta]

Yeah. That's.
I don't know whether not knowing what's happening is better or worse.

[donkeyballs]

I'm gonna go ahead and say both, depending on my mood.

I don't wanna think about what might be happenin' to Mars, right now.

[contorta]

I just hate not knowing what's happening to Mei.

[donkeyballs]

... I know, Doc.

Don't think any of us much like not knowing that.

[contorta]

Yeah.

( but a moment later: ) You must be getting sick of me dragging you down.

[donkeyballs]

You ain't draggin' me down.

But I think I might be draggin' you down.

You eaten, yet?

[contorta]

It's not your fault.

Not in a few hours.

/end scene?

[donkeyballs]

Well. How about I fix both, and drag you out for some food.

Come on. I'll meet you in the mess hall.