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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[donkeyballs]

Diogo gave a speech in front of it, all about your last words to him.

It was incredibly moving.

[pampa]

I said shut up. No ones supposed to hear the shit they say about you after youre dead. Otherwise people would say it to you when you're alive

[donkeyballs]

[ Sorry bro, he's cracking up over here. ]

You sounded incredibly eloquent and invested in his life. [ Aka: A whole lotta bullshit. ]

But alrigh', alrigh'. No more obituaries.

[pampa]

And does that sound like me? I'm gonna strangle that little punk

I've got your obituary right here: Joe Miller died as he lived, like a fucking asshole who always did the stupid thing.

[donkeyballs]

Not even a little, but it was cute.

And I don't know about that.

Pretty sure you did the damn right thing, too.

[pampa]

Right and stupid aren't mutually exclusive. Though if you looked at my track record that wouldn't be immediately apparent

[donkeyballs]

Not sure that's your call to make, partner.

Your obit ain't yours to write. Usually.

Present circumstances bein' an exception.

[pampa]

I'll let you edit my first draft

[donkeyballs]

The greatest honour.

[ There's a pause, and then: ]

Seriously, though.

Ain't you worried that maybe we just - can't be dead, here?

[pampa]

I'm already dead what's it matter if they bring me back

[donkeyballs]

It brought Rogue back.

And what happened to me - there's no way I could have survived it, right?

What if all three of us are dead, but we just - can't be dead here. It just keeps us alive for - whatever the hell reason.

What happens when we try to go home?

[pampa]

Stop that shit right now Duster.

You're finding your ship and you're getting the hell out of here end of story.

[donkeyballs]

Sorry.

You're right.



This place just keeps tanglin' my head up, you know?

[pampa]

There's a difference between tangled and wallowing
Martians don't wallow

[ this is his version of a pep talk, enjoy. ]

[donkeyballs]

Nah, they'd order a strike team and probably nuke this whole place.

[ It's a poor joke. Hi, he's still not over finding out about Ganymede. ]

But you're right.

No point worryin' about it till we get there.

[pampa]

Exactly think of positive things like Strike Force

[ did he miss the joke or is he fucking with you? ]

One day at a time or some fortune cookie bullshit like that

[donkeyballs]

Whatever you do, cowboy, don't take up writin' fortune cookies for a livin'.

I should probably let you get some sleep. Think I might finally be able to catch some myself.

[pampa]

It's cute that you think I sleep

fine go back to your Roci love fest
I'll be in my office

[donkeyballs]

You know you're still welcome to just come up and join us, right?

[pampa]

Like you don't have enough dweebs smothering you right now

[donkeyballs]

Can always use a few more.

Plus then I wouldn't have to worry about you.

[pampa]

What the fuck are you worrying about me for?

[donkeyballs]

I'm worried about every single damn one of us, Miller.

I watched enough happen to you, already. So I'd rather the universe just gave you a bit of a break, huh?

[pampa]

I'm probably more equipped to deal with this bullshit than any one of you
don't worry about me
Good night idiot

[donkeyballs]

[ He wasn't so sure about that, but: ]

Night, Miller.