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goneawayworld2020-09-28 09:05 am
hallelujahjunction) wrote in goneawayworld2020-09-28 09:05 am
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Maybe There's a Place to Rest Our Heads Better Than This [Closed]
Who: Dan, Ric, and Sam
What: Party Triple of Troubled Young Guys Who Like Beer and Saving Lives
Where: Dan, Ric and Sam's dorm room.
When: Sometime after Bunny, Sam and Dan go hunting.
Warnings/Notes: Nothing yet, but given this crew you can expect that there will be lethal levels of manpain going on beneath the surface and lots of profanity.
A little over two weeks into being on this rig, Dan finally begins to accept that he's well and truly stuck here, and tries to talk himself out of being miserable and into looking at the positives.
Positives: lots of new people to meet, some sort of shady conspiracy to uncover, lots of things to do, and supposedly they're going to be saving the world from nightmare goo or whatever, so that's cool.
Negatives: this piece-of-shit machine moves at two miles an hour, which is the kind of speed that Dan thinks God invented just to fuck with people. Somehow, Dan finds this worse than if the rig were just totally stationary. "Two miles an hour" is like smearing salt in the wound, like the universe's playground taunt, like someone out there decided they were going to find the one petty thing that would really piss off Dan Sagittarius personally.
It shouldn't bother him that this place moves two miles an hour, and yet it does - when he thinks about it too long, he gets into that listless mood where no matter how many cities you can fit in this massive vehicle, it feels too small and cramped, and once he's in a pissy mood about it he starts finding the faults in everything else, from the tasteless mess hall beer to the mind-numbing meditation sessions to the lack of easy cigarettes. Dan's never been someone who's thought of themselves as high-maintenance - for God's sake, he's spent at least a year sleeping in his car and eating gas station hot dogs - but suddenly he's feeling like quite the diva about all this.
He's finally been assigned a room with other people - he had a very lonely single for a bit there, before corporate decided to shuffle him around - and no one else is home when he gets there. His only belongings appear to be a lighter, his communicator and a few changes of uniform, so he dumps those on the corner of the most unclaimed-looking bed and flops onto it. He pops the tab on one of those terrible mess hall beers and looks around the room to see if there are any hints of who else he'll be sharing the space with, but the rig does a really good job of anonymizing everyone. Very few personal possessions or decorations, which means Dan has to draw his conclusions from one of the beds being unmade and one of the pairs of shoes in the room being a size something-much-larger-than-his.
He's weighing the option of being really intrusive and just going through his new roomies' drawers to sate his curiosity when he hears someone coming down the hall. He hops up, thrilled that some other poor soul is going to break the tedium for him and solve at least one of the mystery roommate questions, but when he looks around the doorway, the guy he sees isn't exactly looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
"Hi, I- Jesus shit, you okay?"
What: Party Triple of Troubled Young Guys Who Like Beer and Saving Lives
Where: Dan, Ric and Sam's dorm room.
When: Sometime after Bunny, Sam and Dan go hunting.
Warnings/Notes: Nothing yet, but given this crew you can expect that there will be lethal levels of manpain going on beneath the surface and lots of profanity.
A little over two weeks into being on this rig, Dan finally begins to accept that he's well and truly stuck here, and tries to talk himself out of being miserable and into looking at the positives.
Positives: lots of new people to meet, some sort of shady conspiracy to uncover, lots of things to do, and supposedly they're going to be saving the world from nightmare goo or whatever, so that's cool.
Negatives: this piece-of-shit machine moves at two miles an hour, which is the kind of speed that Dan thinks God invented just to fuck with people. Somehow, Dan finds this worse than if the rig were just totally stationary. "Two miles an hour" is like smearing salt in the wound, like the universe's playground taunt, like someone out there decided they were going to find the one petty thing that would really piss off Dan Sagittarius personally.
It shouldn't bother him that this place moves two miles an hour, and yet it does - when he thinks about it too long, he gets into that listless mood where no matter how many cities you can fit in this massive vehicle, it feels too small and cramped, and once he's in a pissy mood about it he starts finding the faults in everything else, from the tasteless mess hall beer to the mind-numbing meditation sessions to the lack of easy cigarettes. Dan's never been someone who's thought of themselves as high-maintenance - for God's sake, he's spent at least a year sleeping in his car and eating gas station hot dogs - but suddenly he's feeling like quite the diva about all this.
He's finally been assigned a room with other people - he had a very lonely single for a bit there, before corporate decided to shuffle him around - and no one else is home when he gets there. His only belongings appear to be a lighter, his communicator and a few changes of uniform, so he dumps those on the corner of the most unclaimed-looking bed and flops onto it. He pops the tab on one of those terrible mess hall beers and looks around the room to see if there are any hints of who else he'll be sharing the space with, but the rig does a really good job of anonymizing everyone. Very few personal possessions or decorations, which means Dan has to draw his conclusions from one of the beds being unmade and one of the pairs of shoes in the room being a size something-much-larger-than-his.
He's weighing the option of being really intrusive and just going through his new roomies' drawers to sate his curiosity when he hears someone coming down the hall. He hops up, thrilled that some other poor soul is going to break the tedium for him and solve at least one of the mystery roommate questions, but when he looks around the doorway, the guy he sees isn't exactly looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
"Hi, I- Jesus shit, you okay?"