Post-It: ETD 00:02am

[maced_eggs]

[Sitting in someone else's cabin wearing someone else's stolen leather pants is Mason, playing with a stolen mess hall fork. Either he can't remember where he lives or he just straight up has difficulty caring]

So wait.



I'm a pris'ner.


But I don't have to work.

And I get free food and my own bed.

And no one's fuckin' yelling at me to pay rent. An' I'm basically on a cruise line with a spa and a pool and pretty girls.


Honestly, I'm struggling to find a downside. Isreally hard.

Comments

[tothecore]

Anything can get old if you do it enough.

[maced_eggs]

What counts as enough? Because there are quite a few things I would not mind doing for forever.

[tothecore]

Depends who you ask, but two or three trips through the Arc do it for most people, some are done after one.

[maced_eggs]

Whassan Arc?

[tothecore]

Interplanet transportation device. Goes from Earth to Mars. Way less fun than it sounds.

[maced_eggs]

Is it a tube? Like a little clear tube that shoots you from one planet to the other?

[tothecore]

Wormhole.

[maced_eggs]

I think I had that once.

No, wait. Ringworm.

[tothecore]

[God grant him the serenity not to smack this guy upside the head. Fortunately he's over the network so he can't feasibly.]

It's a hole in space-time. Bridges distances faster than you can travel in a shuttle.

[maced_eggs]

What if someone came over and plugged up the hole on the other end?

Would you be stuck? Like hair caught in a drain?

[tothecore]

Don't know, never thought about it.

[maced_eggs]

Might be somethin' to consider, the next time you're barreling through space, mate.

[tothecore]

Above my paygrade. Doesn't do me any good to worry about if I'll make it to the other side, does it? Either I do or I don't.

[maced_eggs]

Looks like you didn't. If you're here.