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legionworld2016-06-17 06:27 pm
headinjuries) wrote in legionworld2016-06-17 06:27 pm
Entry tags:
total drama spacestation
Who| Sam and OPEN
What| Daddy issues.
Where| Habitat deck
When| After Vance's network post re: the IC anon meme
Warnings/Notes| Teenager being overly dramatic.
If he heard one more Dad joke, Sam was going to cut someone.
And so, he took the high road and elected to remove himself from the situation, except maybe it didn't really count as the high road when removing himself from the situation involved rather forcefully jamming his omnicom under his pillow and slamming the door on his way out of his room.
(Dramatic exits definitely worked a lot better in a tiny house where people were always close enough to hear them, that was for sure.)
Sam's section of the habitat deck wasn't really what one might've expected. It wasn't Arizona, or anywhere on Earth at all, for that matter - without his family, he didn't really see much worth having there but their old house, and that wound was still fresh enough that there was no way he was going to pour salt in it by putting it where he could keep thinking about it. With that off the table, though, he was faced with the question of where else he felt comfortable, and the answer had come surprisingly easily.
The Watcher's Citadel, on the surface of the moon. It still felt off, despite how faithfully the support staff had managed to replicate the details, but it was the same kind of off that he'd find there at home, ever since the citadel's lone occupant had been killed. It was an off he was at least kind of used to.
And it was an off that was still easier to ignore when he didn't bother to go inside - just found a place to flop onto his back, arms stretched out to his sides, and stare at the artificial sky. Here, too, the details were spot on; the starmap was accurate, and set to shift as appropriate to keep up with the time and rotation of the moon.
People were so stupid.
What| Daddy issues.
Where| Habitat deck
When| After Vance's network post re: the IC anon meme
Warnings/Notes| Teenager being overly dramatic.
If he heard one more Dad joke, Sam was going to cut someone.
And so, he took the high road and elected to remove himself from the situation, except maybe it didn't really count as the high road when removing himself from the situation involved rather forcefully jamming his omnicom under his pillow and slamming the door on his way out of his room.
(Dramatic exits definitely worked a lot better in a tiny house where people were always close enough to hear them, that was for sure.)
Sam's section of the habitat deck wasn't really what one might've expected. It wasn't Arizona, or anywhere on Earth at all, for that matter - without his family, he didn't really see much worth having there but their old house, and that wound was still fresh enough that there was no way he was going to pour salt in it by putting it where he could keep thinking about it. With that off the table, though, he was faced with the question of where else he felt comfortable, and the answer had come surprisingly easily.
The Watcher's Citadel, on the surface of the moon. It still felt off, despite how faithfully the support staff had managed to replicate the details, but it was the same kind of off that he'd find there at home, ever since the citadel's lone occupant had been killed. It was an off he was at least kind of used to.
And it was an off that was still easier to ignore when he didn't bother to go inside - just found a place to flop onto his back, arms stretched out to his sides, and stare at the artificial sky. Here, too, the details were spot on; the starmap was accurate, and set to shift as appropriate to keep up with the time and rotation of the moon.
People were so stupid.
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Ah geez, he thought. Sam was even flopped on the floor.
He'd seen how upset Sam had been over his dad during that thing with the giant robots. Sam had talked about it enough. He should've known better and he especially should have respected it when Sam started getting tetchy. (It was just hard to tell when Sam was normal-tetchy and when he was actually-mad).
"Sam," he said shaking his head. "Sam, I'm so sorry. I was just joking around because all that was ridiculous. I wasn't thinking."
He scratched the back of his head.
"I should've been. I should've known better."
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"It was ridiculous. It's...not like any of them know."
Still kind of weird of people to put all that effort into it, yeah. But there was one person he was definitely mad at, and had been since before he ever showed up here and all of this became a problem, and it wasn't really until the last hour when he read all that stupid stuff that he'd really admitted to himself just who that was.
"Before I got here...like, right before, all in the last week...ish. I actually thought I was getting somewhere. I was on Oblitus, and there was this thing playing recordings of gladiator fights on Chitauri Prime. Not live, so I don't know how old they were, but -"
He lifted one hand, reaching straight up. If they were looking at the real stars, and not just a hologram of the sky - it was too far out from Earth to see, but he'd looked at the maps well enough to know. Chitauri Prime would've been right in that direction, tucked between two of the stars he could see.
"I went out there. I found where they had him. But he broke out before I got there and nobody could tell me where his ship went."
If he'd gotten there just a little sooner. A week sooner? A day? An hour?
Maybe this could've been over, if he just hadn't been too slow.
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"That's a good thing, Sam. It's a big universe out there, so that might be why he hasn't found his way home yet. But if he broke out, he's probably managed to find somewhere to hide out where he's at least safe. Especially if the Chitauri didn't have him anymore."
That meant he was out there somewhere, instead of in, what, gladiatorial matches? He wasn't fighting to stay alive every day. He was probably fighting but it wasn't nearly as bad.
"I know it's hard and it's not as good as having him home, but it's good he got out sooner than later."
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His hand dropped to his side again.
"I just missed him. I was so close."
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Now that he was around, he wasn't going to let Sam take this on alone. Look at where it'd already put him, feeling like he'd fallen just short. Fighting the Chitauri, seeing video of his own father in gladiatorial matches -- that was too much for a kid.
And he knew what that felt like. Even before the bugs, he'd been in way over his head in the Skrull-Xandar war. Just seventeen and facing things no 17-year-old should have to.
"In the meantime, everything they're saying is stupid. I could never replace your dad. It's all just...weirdo, goofy stuff. Because they have no lives." A pause. "And are weird. Seriously, all that stuff is just really weird."
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It wasn't much of a joke, but look, an attempt was made.
Actually, that applied to just about all of his would-be dads, now that he thought about it. Well, not Hal, but none of the other three were older than him by enough. (Then again, these people were apparently writing Galactus vore, so clearly details and realism were not high on their priority list?)
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A pause.
"Not that I'm any better at it with aliens. One time, I addressed this Orithian all formal, thinking she was the village elder someone tried to point out to me. Turned out I was looking at the wrong person and I was talking to her 5-year-old great grand-daughter." He added, "But Orithian kids are wrinkly. They look like baby old people."
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He hadn't really engaged in enough diplomacy to do anything like that, at least, but he'd run into a few here and there. "No wonder the other one was so worried about them wandering off."
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Rich waved a hand vaguely.
"They've got a whole Benjamin Button thing going on."
He shakes his head.
"Space."
Space is weird.
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There was probably a much better term for that, but he hadn't paid enough attention in biology.
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He grinned.
"There's a planet of these sentient polyp people that communicate all in fart sounds. And a planet with crystal bug people that communicate by rubbing their legs together and it resonates. You know how people do that trick with crystal glasses filled with water and they rub their finger over the top so it makes music? They talk in music like that."
Space wasn't all war and suffering. It was things like that, that made it easier for Rich to stay up there.
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"Where's the crystal bug planet? I want to see that one."
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Rich tried to remember what it sounded like. Without Worldmind here to help him, he only had his own shoddy memory to rely on.
He hummed it, mostly on key, and while it was simple, it was pretty. It wasn't a worst way to name a world. And the tranquil expression on Rich's face made it clear that it was one of those things that made him not regret all the time he'd spent in space. How could you regret experiencing a world that was named with music?
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The second time, he got it right.
wanna wrap here?
It felt right to have another Nova to share this with.
Things could be different now.