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]

Damned if I know.

He can fly. Doesn't need a vac suit. And is built like a martian flagship.

[marineris]

wonders never cease, hey?
i have no god damn idea what's going on anymore.

[donkeyballs]

You and me both, sis, but I swear it's true.

[marineris]

[Bobbie wonders if she should start keeping count of how many nicknames he gives her.]

as long as he's on our side, i'm not complaining.
just don't get yourself killed, alright?

[donkeyballs]

Trust me, I ain't eager to venture out until I know for sure that I'll survive the experience.

Already tried hypoxia. It ain't my favourite passtime.

who needs html

[marineris]

let's skip that this time. is there anything i can do to help out?

Re: who needs html

[donkeyballs]

Keep your eye out for any vac suits an' let Amos know. I trust him with them before I trust myself, he'll make sure nothin' we use is gonna kill us.

[marineris]

got it.
so what's your theory, anyway? amos says he doesn't have one.

[donkeyballs]

On the station?

Hell if I know. I thought maybe get got the Roci caught in a wormhole, or somethin', but it don't make sense. I can't explain anyone else on this station, or the station itself. Honestly, Gunny, I ain't even sure it's worth thinkin' about. Just runnin our heads in circles.

[marineris]

it seems worth figuring out how they got us here, at least.
what if we find the roci and don't have enough fuel to get back?

[donkeyballs]

[ There was a long pause. ]

Bobbie

Short of a miracle... the Roci ain't gonna get us back. Unless I can figure out what got us here in the first place. Even completely full, we're thousands of light years out. At least. An' I don't even know what direction to head in.

[marineris]

figured.
so what do you want to do when we find the roci then?
get down to that planet? hang out and drift? hope there's a teleporter attached?

[She's getting a bit testy, not at Alex necessarily, but at her own growing sense of helplessness.]

[donkeyballs]

Scan the hell out of this whole system, see if we find any weird anomalies, then hope to god that's what got us here in the first place.

Beyond that I ain't gonna say no to taking a look at that planet.

[marineris]

[That's something. Not much, and not anything she can really help with, but her current plan is "tear apart the station looking for answers", so she can't say much.]

at least it'll be something to do.
i might go crazy if we don't get one of those doors open soon.

[donkeyballs]

Think I might already be beatin' you there, Gunny :)

But somethin's gonna shake loose soon. I can feel it.

[marineris]

how do you do that after all the crap you've been through?

[donkeyballs]

Do what?

[marineris]

the unending optimism.

[donkeyballs]

[ There's a long pause. She's probably teasing him, but. He can't help but take it as a serious question. ]

You ever heard the stories about hot ancient sailors used to Navigate by the stars?

[He's got a point, just go with him on this.]

[marineris]

i've heard them.

[She's with him so far.]

[donkeyballs]

Now I ain't even seen an ocean, but I've heard that at night? It's pitch black. Surrounded by sea and sky but you might as well in shadow of Jupiter, for all the available light. Nothin' but endless black.

Feels like that, a lot of the time. Endless god damned black.

But they only way we're ever gonna find our way through it is by focusin' in on those tiny dots of light. Seein' the patterns, and letting 'em bring us on home.

[marineris]

[Bobbie doesn't respond right away. She rereads the message a few times first, processing it. If she's honest with herself, the last few weeks, stubbornness and a need to make things right, both for her team and for Mars, is what's kept her going. What Alex is talking about is different. Something more admirable, maybe.]

i should have pegged you for a romantic from the start.
maybe you can remind me to do that once in a while.
i don't know if i'm very good at it by myself.

[donkeyballs]

Got get through the dark somehow. Don't think that makes me a romantic. [ It does. ]

[ There was a longer pause as he wrote the same sentence five different times, slightly different. In the end, he went with: ]

Well. You ain't on your own, Gunny. We've all got each other.

[marineris]

you like adopting people into your crew, don't you?

[It's not accusatory, it's just uncommon. She's not sure she's ever met anyone as ready and willing to do it as Alex is.]

[donkeyballs]

Just call it like I see it.

Don't have to adopt anyone when they just end up that way anyway.