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[beenalongday]

You know, when I said I wanted something to happen, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

[ Clint appears on the screen, not looking annoyed, exactly, but he's not overly thrilled either. ]

I can't say I'm a big fan of being in one place and finding myself somehow magically transported to another. Sure, it's one thing if I know that's going to happen, but it's really sounding like none of us were expecting it. So, not cool, whoever's behind this.

[ And now he's glowering, because hey, that was really annoying. ]

But whatever, we're stuck on these ships and there's no way to get off that I've seen, so that's fun.

[ Cue the biggest eyeroll in existence, or close to it. ]

How's everyone doing otherwise? Hope the living situation on your ship is comfortable, because who knows how long we're gonna be stuck on these things?

[ There's a pause, and then he asks: ]

I don't suppose anyone got a brainwave about that, did they?

[ It's a long shot, and a highly unlikely one, but he's going to ask the question anyway. ]

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[beenalongday]

Yeah? I mean, it doesn't make a difference either way, because what we have is what we have, but- What kind of upgrades are we talking about?

Oh, that? Yeah, there's one on here too. It's just not counting down fast enough, you know what I mean?

[unbearablynaive]

Individual bedrooms, more hot water and toilets and a bathtub, a lounge room, better recreation options, room for more passengers--and shuttles. [Individual bedrooms are probably the most important here, let's be serious.]

That, I can fully agree with. I'd prefer minutes to hours on that clock.

[beenalongday]

Huh, sounds like we really got the raw end of the deal, then.

[ He shakes his head. And yes, he agrees with Vision about individual bedrooms. ]

So, what have you been doing to pass the time?

[unbearablynaive]

Indeed.

[He makes a face.]

Writing simple applications for the communicator to test its capabilities, primarily. I have "Tetris" working reliably, and "Centipede" only crashes once you exceed a length of seventy units. [Who the heck builds their centipede that long? This guy, apparently.]