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thisavrou2017-03-19 12:18 am
seekingmyfortune) wrote in thisavrou2017-03-19 12:18 am
01 | [Video]
[The video opens with a myriad of dizzying images: a few quick, blurry shakes that indicate the owner of the TAB has no idea how to turn it on, a couple of glimpses at the ground as they spin the device to try and find a button, a palm as it strikes down on the screen.
Clearly someone isn't used to such technology. They even mutter a:]
Jesus, how does this thing--?
[Sam jumps a little as he turns the TAB to face him, only to see that it's already recording. And what a sight he is to behold, with dirt on his clothes and blood on his nose and down his left arm. He looks like he could go for a nice hot bath, or like he's just come out of a jungle.]
Holy shit, okay. Okay, uh--hey.
[That's what you're supposed to say, right? Sam gives a small little uncommitted half wave with his free hand, like he's not exactly sure if that's what he should do.]
I'm not sure if anyone is actually on the other end of this, but if there are others out there, I could use a little help. I mean I realize I'm not exactly in Kansas anymore, but space? A whole other planet? Come on, somebody's gotta be busting my balls here, right? At least buy a guy a drink and let him have a cigarette first before you throw that at him.
[He pauses as if expecting some kind of laugh track or other response, but then continues shortly after.]
Also, I--[He shifts uncomfortably, considering what he should say. It takes him a little longer than before to speak again, but once he does, he looks directly at the camera.] I'm looking for my brother. He's about this tall, he's got bro--oh, shit!
[Which is the last curse everyone hears as he accidentally loses his grip on his TAB and it tumbles to the floor and turns off. He'll get the hang of this eventually.]
Clearly someone isn't used to such technology. They even mutter a:]
Jesus, how does this thing--?
[Sam jumps a little as he turns the TAB to face him, only to see that it's already recording. And what a sight he is to behold, with dirt on his clothes and blood on his nose and down his left arm. He looks like he could go for a nice hot bath, or like he's just come out of a jungle.]
Holy shit, okay. Okay, uh--hey.
[That's what you're supposed to say, right? Sam gives a small little uncommitted half wave with his free hand, like he's not exactly sure if that's what he should do.]
I'm not sure if anyone is actually on the other end of this, but if there are others out there, I could use a little help. I mean I realize I'm not exactly in Kansas anymore, but space? A whole other planet? Come on, somebody's gotta be busting my balls here, right? At least buy a guy a drink and let him have a cigarette first before you throw that at him.
[He pauses as if expecting some kind of laugh track or other response, but then continues shortly after.]
Also, I--[He shifts uncomfortably, considering what he should say. It takes him a little longer than before to speak again, but once he does, he looks directly at the camera.] I'm looking for my brother. He's about this tall, he's got bro--oh, shit!
[Which is the last curse everyone hears as he accidentally loses his grip on his TAB and it tumbles to the floor and turns off. He'll get the hang of this eventually.]
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[Space hops.
In a neighborhood with foot traffic like this, it's easy to spot a bar less than a block away. The patrons include humans, aliens and at least one robot, but it's early enough in the evening that they're able to get stools without immediate neighbors, on the far end of the bar like always. Old criminal habits are hard to break.]
The best part, huh? [He laughs and shakes his head.] That might be the part where our first stop was basically Vacation Planet and we all got unlimited money. Made up a little for getting space kidnapped in the first place—when they grabbed me, I was ready to go home, not on another adventure.
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[Good to know space beer isn't totally outlandish, though.
Sam follows closely, unable to help himself from looking around. Initial shock of being in space somewhat worn off, he can focus a little more about the pretty amazing part of being here. He eases onto the stool as he glances around at the other patrons briefly before turning his attention back to his brother.]
Unlimited money? Holy shit. Why couldn't we stumble upon something like that back on Earth? What did you even do with all that cash? You didn't get to save some of it did you?
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[Which was incredibly handy and would have been nice to have during some of their leaner days, but also would have taken some of the fun out of the hunt, in his opinion.]
I got some essentials—clothes, books, art supplies. Elena bought me a new ring since mine didn't make it through the Ingress. [He waggles his wedding ring finger.] We had some good nights out. Nothing big and expensive, though, since there was limited living space on the ship. And since the ship crashed later, I guess that was the right call.