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[takeitslow]

Who: Peter and you.
When: 15-20th
Where: Lounge/Mess/Hallways
What: Peter avoids dealing with life via games, TV, and being an annoyance
Warnings: Will update as needed.



Lounge;

[For several days, Peter takes control of the TV in the lounge. At first it was trying to learn the games that BB had left him, but after talking to Wanda its become his way to stop thinking about his conversation with Wanda. It's hard to think about the death of his alternate dimension self when playing Mario Cart.

Maybe he invited you over to play a few rounds. Maybe you catch him watching 90s comedy shows at four in the morning. Maybe you just want to yell at the kid who's been hogging the TV all day and has the volume turned up way too loud on Duck Hunt.]

Mess Hall and Cafe;

[What's another great way to avoid feelings? Eating.

Peter has commandeered a table to himself and has gathered a huge mess from the sheer amount he's packing away. He looks like the food has personally offended him, glaring down at every bite and stabbing everything viciously with his fork. Someone's moved into the anger portion of the process.

You could approach, but that glare says you might not like what happens when you do.]

Hallways;

[And now he's moved into follow someone around and annoy them part of the process.]

I'm just saying, if you work for a family like that, you don't get away with being dicks to them. No rich person is putting up with that.

[He's spent the past few minutes explaining the plot of 'Fresh Prince' to you. Engage?]

Comments

[takeitslow]

Sounds like some kind of mutation to me.

[Because meeting all of three others in his lifetime makes him an expert, clearly.]

How did you stop him?

[cardboard_boss]

We didn't, or I didn't. No one could stop him. I got picked up in an ambulance driven by the bandaged guy then we crashed. [After that he blacked out and Ishmael had gone.]

Ocelot picked me up on horseback after I blacked out. Pulled me from the ambulance.

[takeitslow]

So you just left him out there to set fire to stuff.

[Which, fair enough. It's what Peter would have done, on all honesty.]

Ocelot?

[cardboard_boss]

Couldn't exactly do much since I was pumped full of drugs so I could walk. The guy was unstoppable. Already tried slamming a whole clip into him with no effect.

[So leaving him? Probably the best thing.]

The guy who looks like a cowboy aboard the ship. He's my close friend. Lover.

[takeitslow]

Hey. No judgement. If I saw a guy on fire, I'd be taking off in the first millisecond.

[Peter only engages in fights on the behalf of his sisters, everything else is just a god excuse to use his powers to leave.]

I think I've seen him around, but can't say I've spoken to him.

[cardboard_boss]

Yeah. This guy was insane. [As in seriously psychotic.]

He's an interrogation specialist. Spends most of his time in sick bay when he's at work.

[takeitslow]

I haven't spent much time around there so I guess that's why.

[Other than when Alice had taken him there and even then he'd mostly stuck to her side.]

But hey, good for you. Seems like you've got a lot of your people around.

[cardboard_boss]

Yeah. Having Kaz and Ocelot here has helped a lot. [He'd be pretty lost otherwise. Emotionally more than anything else. Having Big Boss here without hearing the Truth would have blown his mind.]

Ever think you're going mad aboard this place? I've felt that happen to me a couple of times.

[takeitslow]

I can get that. [He wouldn't have handled this place nearly as well without Wanda. She might not be his, not the one from his world, but even just a having a version of her made him feel like this ship could be home.]

All the time. [It was a confined space, taking him only minutes to get around. If not for the frequent docking, he wouldn't be able to take it with Wanda or not.] It think it's just a thing, you know? Like you hear about it with guys who go down in submarines? But this is with space. Total space madness.

[cardboard_boss]

It's pretty mucked up. [Fucked up more like. Brought here through a weird portal to be crew members aboard a ship. Snake could adapt but space? That was another whole new ball game entirely.]

Never really wanted to be a space man.

[takeitslow]

You know I'm old enough to hear someone say fuck, right?

[He's not five, even if he acts like it.]

I don't think anyone here did. The captain's aren't really taking what we want into consideration.

[cardboard_boss]

Yeah. I know you're not a kid. [Well, he was a kid compared to Snake. Ahab was an old man compared to most who lived on the ship.]

They don't give a shit about us. [An understatement. Pulling people into space for the hell of it. Pretty fucked up for sure.]

[takeitslow]

[He makes a face and grumbles about being nearly eighteen.]

They don't. They kind of don't know what they're doing. Nice enough, but what's the word? Incompetent?

[cardboard_boss]

You could say that. Or damn right arrogant. [Because they thought they could just pick people at random, dump them on a ship, give them duties, then send them to possibly dangerous planets for "missions."]

These missions they send us on....most are bullshit. Full of monsters or zombies. They can't be bothered to do it themselves, so send us.

[takeitslow]

I don't know. The guy I work for doesn't come off as that full of himself.

[And maybe that only comes because he sort of likes his boss, despite thinking the original staff here are probably in on whatever caused everyone to be brought here. He's always operated on a morally gray system when it came to other people.]

Can't argue with that. But then you'd have to assume they knew about some of the shit we'll see on these stops before sending us there.

[cardboard_boss]

Yeah. Maybe they do and don't want to tell us.

[Snake had wondered just how much the captains already knew about the planets and inhabitants. How much did they know before sending the crew down into possible abyss or death? It made Ahab think a lot.]

Ever think you're like a rat in a cage in some experiment?

[takeitslow]

Not really. But I'm not the conspiracy type. [Lies.] I just can't believe they'd have a way to keep it hidden from us. Doesn't anyone work with their systems? A secretary or something?

[cardboard_boss]

Yeah. [Snake didn't really give a shit for conspiracies either. He was a military man; a soldier who got things done. He didn't spend hours of his day wondering what the hell other people got up to.]

As long as they don't all eject us from the airlock we'll be fine. [Right?]

[takeitslow]

Hey, it's as much as we can hope for. As long as they keep feeding us and mostly leave us alone, what's the harm?

[cardboard_boss]

If they stopped feeding us I'm sure we could still feed ourselves somehow. [Snake was bred for war and combat. Eating whatever he could find wouldn't be an issue for him. Rats? Surely, there were rats aboard right?]

Survived eating snakes and rats before.

[takeitslow]

Okay, ew. No one is eating rats. There's, like, a ton of stuff in the kitchens. We'd steal all the first and then force them to land somewhere with restaurants. We're not savage.