003✖; (voice)

[circumitus]

[Judging by the sound of her voice and the clunking of glass in the background, Rey has been drinking. Alone, no less. When that happens, she has a habit to get melancholy, and even more so now. Thanks, Sorrow.]

"So, let's get this straight.

"The goal in all of this, assuming that we have one to start with, is to bring all of these dead gods back to life so that they can work their asses to finally use that Door that brought us all here in the first place... to take us back to our own worlds. That is the mission, right?"

[Pause. Another clink of glass as she takes a shot. By then it's obvious that there's something off about the way she speaks. Devoid of the monotone and the robot exterior that she so often maintains in the presence of others. Now it's just too much work.]

"Not that it's supposed to be a bad thing. Am sure that some of you come from lovely worlds with minimal problems and actual lives to return to and whole prospects ahead of you. But where does that leave some of us?

"You know, the ones that don't have lives. People who are dead, or have nothing to go back to but a piece of metal rammed through your chest but you're not dead even though you'd probably be better off that way anyway because of your track record for only making things worse no matter how much good you try to do and..."

[...And Rey is digressing. That is also not something she wanted to actually say.

[In fact, none of these things she actually wanted to say.

[Realizing this, she cuts the feed with a muttered "fuck, never mind" at the end.]

Comments

[text]

[mismanagement]

are you all right?

[text]

[circumitus]

shit.
is anyone here all right?

[text]

[mismanagement]

no



are you drunk?

[text]

[circumitus]

not really.

maybe.

a little.

[Or a lot.]

voice

[prespangled]

I've sorta been thinking about that too.

[Not as much for himself. From what he's been told, Steve has to go back, doesn't he?]

If they can make the Door work - if - maybe they can make it a little more voluntary than the way it brought us all through the first time around.

voice

[circumitus]

[Well, at least she's not the only one to consider how boned some of them would be if they succeed with this Door thing.]

Even then, it's not much of an alternative. Though, suppose it's better than being dead, or worse off.

Been wondering what things must be like beyond the caves, if there is such a place.

voice

[prespangled]

[He knows some people have come from some pretty rough worlds, as bad as this place or possibly even worse. The thought of leaving anyone behind gives him some pretty conflicted feelings.]

It's something, at least. And we make do here.

If there was, do you think it might be better?

voice

[circumitus]

Well, at least we're trying.

[And that's the most anyone can hope for in this place.]

Don't know. It could be better, could be worse. Tried asking about it, but the fact that the gods don't give a straight answer about it has to make one wonder, though.

voice

[foundafamily]

Wow. What's got you so sunny?

[Well, given how she ended her message, he has a guess.]

Can't fix anything if you're dead.

voice

[circumitus]

The near bottom of a bourbon bottle, if one had to assume...

[That, and the fact that she voted for an asshole named "Sorrow" probably has something to do with it.]

Some things are so beyond repair that they can't be fixed.

[foundafamily]

[Yeah, he should've guessed that.]

Then you go buy a new thing. Or steal it or whatever. Which you can do so long as you're alive.

[Is he doing this metaphor thing right?]

[circumitus]

Yes, and am alive now, and not about to be skewered by a psychopath.

Just have different problems here, is all.

[Isn't that enough?]

text.

[fortunefavored]

i know we discussed that i came from a shit show but sounds like u didn't come from sunshine on the daisies either

text.

[circumitus]

not much sunshine or daisies to be had during russian winters.
or in a sky prison that's floating in the stratosphere for that matter.

text.

[fortunefavored]

wow okay yeah that sounds like crap tbh
what asshole threw u into a sky prison?

text.

[circumitus]

no one. climbed into a transport ship through the undercarriage and snuck in willingly.
knew some of the idiots who got themselves captured. spent a few weeks figuring out how to get them out while trying not to get caught.

Voice

[solvethepuzzle]

If there's a mission to be had, I suppose it is one. Though you've apparently got nothing pleasant to go back to. [Way to be sympathetic, Near.]

Voice

[circumitus]

Not the only one, at least. Suppose misery loves company.

Voice

[solvethepuzzle]

Which calls into question how many wish it to be the mission at all, if going home would be so terrible for so many.

voice.

[scarletcast]

The Door opens to many worlds. Perhaps you go somewhere else.

[ It doesn't answer the question of bodies, but Wanda prefers to focus on the immediate. ]

voice.

[circumitus]

Huh. Hadn't actually thought of that before.

Wonder if that's something the gods here would even allow.

voice.

[scarletcast]

When they have the power to bring and keep us here, I think they owe us that much.

[muscovy]

Where are you?

[Rey sounds like she needs some warm soup and hugs. That's what people need when they sound like that, even when they could technically warm up the soup themselves and are weird about friends, and now weird about family too.

And who better to provide both than their family? Even if they don't remember them, the soup at least will be good.]

[circumitus]

Delight's bar, near the library. [Pause.] You probably shouldn't come.

[Not that she doesn't want him around or anything -- though she's still working out her feelings on that matter -- she just isn't sure how to think about having a kid around while she's in this mood.]

[muscovy]

[See, even if she meant that last bit, he wouldn't care.

Because she sounds like someone who needs warm soup and a hug. And also seriously just good luck getting rid of him in general.

So he'll close the feed here and get to work, and show up a while later with three large scoops of rich warm soup in his canister, and all else that is needed to serve soup in his backpack, peering through the door first and once he spots her padding over towards Rey.]

I brought you soup.