Peter Maximoff (
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thisavrou2016-02-05 01:29 am
01 | Video
[The video jumps around a little, shaky as he moves around the rec area. Thankfully he's going at a pace that can actually be seen by the human eye. The screen is just a shaky shot of the pool area, jerking a bit as he speaks.]
So, the pool. That's a really nice touch. Almost makes up for us being stuck in space. But, you know, I'm going to give it to you guys because I've always wanted a pool- well a bigger pool. We had one of those blow up kiddie things, but no one over the age of eight wants to be caught dead in that thing. Anyway, this. This is a step towards making this place less like a weird prison sentence.
What's not cool, on like the top ten list of really screwed up things about this place, is what you're lacking. You do have some issues with with rabid dogs and apparently you guys blew up a planet, like what? And while I'd really like to punch whatever lost my headphones, hey. I'll live. But the worst thing?
[Peter finally comes into view, a frowning mess of silver hair and bad fashion.]
I've not found a single Twinkie in this place. No Ding Dongs, no Ho Hos. Not even a Sno Ball. You guys are really killing me here.
So, the pool. That's a really nice touch. Almost makes up for us being stuck in space. But, you know, I'm going to give it to you guys because I've always wanted a pool- well a bigger pool. We had one of those blow up kiddie things, but no one over the age of eight wants to be caught dead in that thing. Anyway, this. This is a step towards making this place less like a weird prison sentence.
What's not cool, on like the top ten list of really screwed up things about this place, is what you're lacking. You do have some issues with with rabid dogs and apparently you guys blew up a planet, like what? And while I'd really like to punch whatever lost my headphones, hey. I'll live. But the worst thing?
[Peter finally comes into view, a frowning mess of silver hair and bad fashion.]
I've not found a single Twinkie in this place. No Ding Dongs, no Ho Hos. Not even a Sno Ball. You guys are really killing me here.

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I don't think I've heard anyone joke about it like that since middle school. Who would even call it a ding dong anymore? No, no. It's just dumb names made up by some idiot at the company.
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So what are they, really? [Snacks, obviously. She means what kind - she doesn't get to eat snack food much, she's living vicariously here.]
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You've not hung out with enough humans, clearly. But, like, they're cakes. You know cake right? Mostly they're cakes with cream in them. The Ding Dongs and Ho Hos are chocolate. Twinkies are, uh, vanilla I guess. Sno Balls have coconut. All amazing. Completely addictive.
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[...She pauses and thinks about that for a second.] Although probably not.
Anyway, I'm a little glad we don't have anything like that on board most of the time. I'd live on it.
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Got a sweet tooth, sweetheart?
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She has to stifle a laugh all over again at 'sweetheart' (that's not something she's ever heard).] A sweet tooth? I would if I had the chance. I couldn't even eat snack food before I got here - that might be a good thing, come to think about it.
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Oh, you are killing me. Never? Not even a little junk to pass the time? Chips? Soda? The bad, cheep candy old people give out on Halloween?
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Anyway, think of it this way - you can spend your time here saving humanity from a terrible, terrible fate. [Tali's still not good at this acting sad and desperate thing, but as she presses a two-fingered hand to her mouth as if holding back tears, it's obvious she's trying here.]
A little chocolate? As long as it was sterilised first and I swear that took some of the flavour out of it... But I had an immune disorder, so it was all sterile, nutritious rations and military MREs. Those all tasted exactly as good as they sound.
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Ugh. That sounds like work though. I mean, if it happens in the future it's not going to effect me right? Just, like, my great grandkids.
[The fake disappoint just turned real.] Oh, dude, really? Shit. That sucks. Like, sorry about your illness but, geez. That's the worst.
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['David something'. Nailed it.]
It's fine - apparently when you've got the technology to move people around between dimensions, you've got the tech to fix their weird medical problems as well. I actually found a bright side to my own kidnapping.
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Well, hey. Congrats. You can now enjoy all the junk food we can find around here. If we can find any.
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[Time gets really stupid when you're between universes.]
Right, whenever we get any. Now it just means I can eat meat in meals whenever I want. Most of the time I don't want to.
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[He really doesn't get this stuff either.]
What do you mean don't want to? You don't like eating? [He's a teenage boy. He can't imagine not always being hungry.]
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[She's been dealing with this for well over a year now and it's not much closer to being clear to her. Who knows?]
I mean... [Her face twists.] Meat's kind of disgusting. The texture is just... [Her hand waves vaguely within shot. Maybe the grimace and the gesturing together will get across the profound weirdness of it to her.]
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Dude, what? What about bacon? Have you had bacon? You can't dis meat without trying that first. It's like the holy grail of breakfast.