thisavrou_log | june intro log overflow

It's an alien social experiment, like the vaults, seeing what happens when lots of people from totally different cultures are dumped together in an enclosed space. There are three scientists in charge--they're the three captains.

[He probably shouldn't lie about this. He really really shouldn't, not to a fellow agent. This is important, getting home is important.

Goddamn it, he can't help himself.]

They break us up sometimes into smaller groups, do little short-term experiments in things like aggression, bonding, stuff like that. Let me tell you, their experiment on interspecies mating? Super awkward.

...Like the vaults?

[William's face falls as he stares at Deacon like there's a Deathclaw behind him poised for attack. But it's at the end of Deacon's little spiel where William realizes he is probably bullshitting again. "Interspecies mating", really?

He sighs in relief, pretty sure he's being lied to.]

Goddamn it, Deacon. Don't lie to me about stuff like that. [It occurs to him that Deacon doesn't know him, doesn't know where he came from, and he's not sure if it would have even stopped him from saying that to begin with.

Fucking alternate timeline bullshit is already proving to be confusing and annoying.] Tell me what you know, really. I have to get home to my son.

[William doesn't like to get serious. He hates it. But he's desperate.]

Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I should tell you about the time I told someone that this was an alien reality tv show.

[And then William mentions a son, and Deacon grows somber. He may not know this man who knows him, but he understands family.]

I can tell you about the ship, but not much about the thing that brought us here except it's called an Ingress, and it's broken, which is why we can't go back the way we came. The Captains are taking the ship to the people who built the Ingress, in the hope that we can all find a way home.

Of course, they could be totally lying and this could be, like, an alien catering service and we're the main course being delivered to the party. [Paranoia makes him unable to completely take them at their word.] But so far they haven't done anything to hurt anyone.

So, I gave you a real answer and that so never happens, so now you give me one. What do you know about me?

[As Deacon explains the Ingress William can't help but think about the relay they used to get into the Institute. It must be ten times more complicated if it's taking longer to repair than it took the build the relay from scratch, pretty much.

He's lost in thought when Deacon asks him a question.]

Probably not as much as you're worried about. [But enough to know that that's a concern for him. Funny how that works.] We traveled together for a while, took out the Institute together, and well...maybe there's that...one thing...

[Clears his throat and awkwardly looks off to the side. This is of course bull shit.]

...you don't mean...

...

...you aren't talking about my secret collection of vintage swimsuit postcards, right?

[Have some bullshit to go with your bullshit.]

Oh, uh...[Awkward but not actually awkward fidgeting, rubbing the back of his head and mumbling.] No...t-the other thing. You know, with the mannequins and plungers?

Oh hell, you know about that?

If you know that, I bet you know about the tutu.

[Volleying bullshit.]

[Sure let's keep this going it's not like there are more important things to worry about.]

Oh, yeah, how could I not? I mean it's not my place to judge but...you're one messed up guy, Deacon.

[Nothing is more important than establishing rapport through total lack of honesty.]

I only put the tutu on a dead mutie once. Jeez, these things get so exaggerated.

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