text | ❝ i left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time ❞

[quickfingers]

So, space. The Final Frontier. Astonishing.

Also unexpected. I take it none of us signed up for this though so I won't bitch. Much.

Anyway, I have a series of questions not ranked by importance:

1. Where are the aliens? The gross tentacley ones from tv.
2. Are WE the aliens here? Gasp. The turn around.
3. Capri Sun? Tang? Tab? Any of these available?

This isn't a Soylent Green kinda place right? Lie to me if you have to. Thx.

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[quickfingers]

[He gets another repetitive verse in before laughing, flashing a mischievous grin and taking a bite of his cupcake while moving to rest against a nearby table in the library. Be thankful he's not still chewing:] Just like the whiiiite winnnged dove?

Oooh, baby, ooh - ooooh. [It's terribly exaggerated, with a wink for flavor before he stuffs his mouth with another bite of cake, chin tipped back.]

[greyate]

[ Jean laughs at it all, actually feeling like she can for the first time since they arrived at the station. She leans back against the wall of her little corner and shakes her head, ]

You know what? I'm so happy to have this delicious cupcake, I'll allow the butchering of that song.

[ Another dainty bite taken. ]

[quickfingers]

And the daaaaays go byyyyyy... [He draws each word out with a growl to them after basically inhaling his cupcake, giving him an excuse to do a half-assed dance that consists mostly of shaking his shoulders and walking toward her one step at a time.

You said you'd allow the butchering.] Like a strand. In the wind. In the web that is my own, I begiiiinnn agaiiiin.

[He dissolves into an air guitar solo instead of continuing. You're welcome.] Happy double birthday, Jay Grey.

[greyate]

[ She keeps laughing till she's giggling and covering her face with one hand, not even able to eat any more of the cupcake, she just holds it down near her lap.

She makes like she's trying to swat at him but can't reach so she just waits until she can get the words out to say, breathlessly, ]

Thanks, Silver guy.

[quickfingers]

[Peter finally stops, one headbang or three after his solo "finishes", and plops down to sit next to her. He ends up laughing too, her giggles contagious and giving him more reason to smile. He's glad he's got some people around here who are fun to be around.]

Jay Grey and the Silver Guy, it's like a band in the making. How good are you at air piano? We go could go places, Jeanie. I'm tellin' ya.

[greyate]

[ It's been a long time since she felt like she could have anything close to "fun". But it was also easier to feel that way around him. She had to refrain from saying how much she missed him, not wanting to make things weird by bringing up his previous self being around.

She snorts at the idea of a band, though, ]

I'm better at the air sax. Though I don't think many aliens around here would feel the same.

[quickfingers]

Shit, impressive. I like this new direction - you and me? We're gonna make it. See our name up in lights, mark my words.

[He sighs happily.] Any other ways to pass our time here? This place is cool and all but seems like it can easily become a bit boring. No offense to all the bookworms in heaven or anything.

[greyate]

Don't get too ahead of yourself, Silver Guy.

[ Another bite of her birthday cake. It's like it gets better with every bite ugh. But she rolls her eyes good-naturedly at the question. ]

Why don't you find a book to read? Take it slooow.

[quickfingers]

Maybe I will. There's gotta be some weird alien fiction in here.

[And he has yet to start the wrath of #crutchesgate] You sit, eat and look pretty and I'll be right back.