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This is Tillman, I'm not here right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.
[Grudgingly:] If it's an emergency, try contacting Simon Silverton, designation zero zero two, zero twenty-nine.
This is Tillman, I'm not here right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.
[Grudgingly:] If it's an emergency, try contacting Simon Silverton, designation zero zero two, zero twenty-nine.
/POPS THIS POST'S CHERRY (Fear-gas plot)
Date: 2012-05-12 05:58 am (UTC)From:Look asshole, I know shit went down and it was seven kinds of dick smacking fucked up but we need to talk. I, uh, I apologize for making you beat up your wife even though she totally wasn't your wife and just a cheap whore demon thing so really you should be thanking me, dude. I saved you from yourself and okay it was my bad that I logged into you without at least telling you what was going on but the bitch was seriously tripping on my last nerve and I might have reacted a little harshly.
My bad, man.
But you seriously need to pick up you fucking device. Heather gave me your tags, and I know you'll want them back, dude. So get off your ass, grow your fucking balls back from the demon shebitch that pinched them off, and get out of the pity parade before it takes a turn into forever alone town because I'll have to do something drastic at that point.
And you will so not like me when I'm drastic, Kable.
Dude, I'm kidding, I just want you to fucking talk to me. Even uh, even if its just to tell me to go jump tits first out an airlock. And I'd ignore you, but at least it'd be something. You can manage that much, right? Unless you're too wasted on space whiskey. In which case, I'll settle for a muffled groan.
Um.
[An audible swallow.]
Do you...do you still have my cellphone, man? I think I'm going to need it so if I could at least have it back that'd be great. I swear I won't touch the Slayers shit on it or anything I just...yeah.
[He breaks off into muttering a little about his phone, his phone, can't let anyone log on to it before biting off his words into a short pause.]
I just...we need to talk, really. I'm not kidding here, Kable. We're all we've got to watch each others backs on this freaky spaceship and I can't have you getting into trouble where I can't get your ass out of it. Or...
Or if I get into trouble. Weird shit keeps going on, you know. At least you have my phone, my phone's safe. There's some really screwed up fuckers popping up on the ship, man. Convicts, freaks, deathrow psychos. They're uh. They're everywhere, like its a fucking match, like I'm one of them and this is a--
You...are you playing me? You have my phone, man and I'm feeling really like-- you have my phone and fuck if you're not playing me then who is because this shit's too heavy and I don't know, dude someone's in my head and I'm NOT supposed to be here this is a fucking map and I'm no fucking Slayer, this shit's not real it can't be real...
[A long pause of hard, scared breathing.]
I really--
[The audio cuts out with a short, possibly slightly girly scream of pure fear and the sound of his device clattering to the ground.]
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Date: 2012-05-14 05:35 am (UTC)From:[ The word – and indeed, the rest of the message – is pronounced in the carefully over-enunciated way of someone who is really quite drunk but wants to give the impression of being sober and serious. ]
So there's no Hallmark in space and – do they still have Hallmark where you're from? When, I mean? It's like, greeting cards - and if they did I don't think they'd have a card for this. There's no sorry I got possessed and made you think I was your wife card. Anyway I'd say it in person but my face probably makes you want to puke now and that's... that's fine. Understandable. If somebody showed up and made me think they were my Dad and then they weren't I think I might have killed them, so. Thanks. For not killing me. Not that the Dad thing is the same as the wife thing, which reminds me also I wanted to say thanks for not, um...
This is getting weird.
[ pause, inhale, and her voice is less insistent and rambly. She sounds quiet, sad, and young. ]
I'm sorry. I wasn't strong enough to stop it, but I tried. I really tried, and I'm sorry.
I just wanted you to know that.
Okay, I'm – I'm done.
Backdated to the day of the last jump (June 08)
Date: 2012-06-14 08:06 am (UTC)From:You missed some fucked up shit going down, check the feeds when you get this because dude Some guy went Captain Splatticus on us and its kinda fucked up and not even in a funny way because man, that guy was on one of the lists people have been flipping shits over I know I said that nothing was ever going to happen to any of them but something did, man.
Something did and now a guy's fuckin' dead. Heather's pretty torn up about it so you might wanna...I dunno. Say shit to her or something. Something apologetic or sympathetic or some shit like that I don't know I'm not fucking good at this so you do it.
Anyways, hit me back.
A DAY LATER
Date: 2012-06-14 08:20 am (UTC)From:Get your ass out of wherever you've parked it and move it back to our rooms pronto.
June 11th
Date: 2012-06-14 08:21 am (UTC)From:You still have my phone, you fucker, so its not like I can check up on you or anything. When you get back you're so giving it up right the fuck now.
June 12th
Date: 2012-06-14 08:27 am (UTC)From:Fuck this spaceship, dude. Guy's a total lamer too, full of self-righteous bullshit and thinks he's all that when he's fifty kinds of inferior to yours truly. Crazy as Castle too, he's got some obsession with Greek gods or some bullshit like that.
We seriously need to own his ass, Kable. So come on, man. take your balls in hand and lug them back here so we can find a way to put them back on you, because clearly you cannot handle this fucking ship without me.
Don't make me come looking for you, dude.
audio; baaaackdated to the day of the memorial (I couldn't resist I am not sorry)
Date: 2012-06-14 07:32 pm (UTC)From:When the sounds even out a bit, it'll be clear she's transmitting Hotspur's memorial service. It's muffled because the communicator is in her pocket, she doesn't want people to see and ask about it. She doesn't much feel like talking.
If he doesn't just turn it off then right towards the end, he'll hear her voice. Quiet; she's not talking to the crowd.]
With rue my heart is laden
for golden friends I had,
for many a rose-lipt maiden
and many a lightfoot lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping
the lightfoot boys are laid;
the rose-lipt girls are sleeping
in fields where roses fade.
[and finally, the feed ends.]
After getting Percy's message
Date: 2012-06-17 11:40 pm (UTC)From:You seriously got yourself fucking lost in the ship and didn't have the decency to fucking tell me? I've been leaving you messages, man, and all I got back was static and now I had to have that stupid face-thief Percy tell me that you're fucking off your nut with a space virus.
[Do you hear the disappoint in his voice? also the sounds of him pacing all over and generally being AGITATED AS FUCK]
Your ass had better be quarantined in the medbay, Kable, or I will march you in there myself. This is not something you can control, fucker. It's going to kill your ass if you're not careful.
Get someone to fucking look at you. I don't need a goddamn blue I-Con. Or a dead one.
That's an order.
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Date: 2012-06-18 12:32 am (UTC)From:Look, I feel pretty okay. Honestly, I think your twin overreacted. The nanites'll take care of it.
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Date: 2012-06-18 12:49 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-06-18 12:52 am (UTC)From:Are you infected?
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Date: 2012-06-18 01:16 am (UTC)From:I'm clean, man. People are popping up with it all over the place though.
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Date: 2012-06-18 01:25 am (UTC)From:Good, good. Keep your head down, stay in your room. [He sighs audibly.] Nobody knows why this is happening, right? This ship never sleeps.
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Date: 2012-06-18 01:32 am (UTC)From:No wait, yes he would be. But its out both a sense of entitlement and worry, okay.
Also Kable isn't the only one ignoring admonishments and worries.]
Nope. Same as always, the S.S. Spacefuck is dicking with us, only now Smiley is trying to act like he's helping people instead of being a massive trolling creeper.
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Date: 2012-06-18 01:52 am (UTC)From:voice; casually fills up your inbox while you work
Date: 2014-01-24 08:12 pm (UTC)From:I swear to god, if I don't hear from you in the next five minutes I am going to find you and shoot you myself as a precaution. Do not try to kill this guy.
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