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[complicatedliar]

[The message comes in from a seemingly unknown device (thank you Delta) with the only name on it as GHIDORAH.]

Well hello, hello, friends and foes, boxers and briefs.

If you'd asked me yesterday if I thought I'd end up on an alien planet with a day that runs longer than Ben Hur, trapped in a spaceship full of stranger's farts flavored with protein paste, I would've told you to stop being an asshole and share those obviously superior drugs you were on. Yet here we all are.

Since I know nobody's busy right now, how about some homework from Uncle Ghidorah?

1) Name the one food you wish you had here most.

2) Explain the plot of your favorite movie/whatever they call entertainment on your shithole planet in exactly seven words.

3) [This space left intentionally blank]

4) Fuck/Marry/Kill (you only get to use people here because otherwise you might as well be tellings us about your imaginary friends)

5) You're the main character in the last book you read. How fucked are you?

Hail to the king, baby.

Comments

[jadzia]

1. What I'm really missing is a good raktajino.

2. Avenging family through underworld adventure, unites empire.

3. ▩▩▩ ▩▩▩ ▩▩▩▩

4. Yes/Please/Thank You. But if I had to name names, maybe... Steve. Julian. Whoever thought it was a good idea to lock me in a ship.

5. I have to contend with my family in order to be with the one I love but things work out in the end. [ Because of course Jadzia loves to read trashy interspecies romance novels for fun. ]

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Steve is a pretty good-looking guy.

[jadzia]

He is, and so endearing. You know, he blushes when he talks about you. It’s adorable.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Gotta love that fair Irish complexion, you know?

[jadzia]

Oh, of course! It suits him. You, on the other hand, I could see with more of a tan.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Damn straight. I can handle being out in the sun for more than five minutes without burning to a crisp.

He's extra cute with a peeling nose.

[complicatedliar]

1. Haven't heard of thart one. You know an earth equivalent for this sad little not-well-traveled dude?

2. Okay, that sounds fun. What kind of underworld we talking--the criminal kind or the whoops we're dead kind?

4. We've never even met and already I'm a little in love with you in a totally nonironic way because you know how to play the damn game.

5. Do I smell... trashy romance? :-D

[jadzia]

1. If you've ever had coffee from Earth, it's similar, but it's produced by Klingons, so it'll either keep you up for twelve hours or make you want to start a fight.

2. Less the 'whoops we're dead' and more the 'barging at maximum velocity into the afterlife' underworld.

4. So am I the F or the M in your response to question number 4?

5. The trashiest. When you spend your days elbow-deep in all the technical problems of operating a space station, it's fun to unwind a bit at the end of the day.

[complicatedliar]

1. So finally, someone has figured out how to do coffee RIGHT. Daddy want.

2. Okay, you've got my attention. That definitely sounds fun.

4. Definitely the F because you seem way too interesting for M.

5. No argument here. Gotta do something when you kick back your feet after a hard day of breathing fire and razing cities.

[jadzia]

1. Everyone on the space station where I live is addicted, and we're very efficient.

2. Maybe I could introduce you to Klingon opera sometime.

4. I don't know, I've been married ten times, now, over nine different lifetimes. I'm pretty good at it by now.

5. You mean to say that breathing fire and razing cities isn't how you kick back in your free time?

[complicatedliar]

1. Ooh, a space station. Tell me more.

2.I'll try anything once. Twice, if you buy me a drink.

4. Practice makes perfect, I guess. Is this some kind of weird reincarnation thing?

5. I mean, once you monetize your hobby into a career, is it really a source of relaxation and fulfillment any more? Or do you need to find a new hobby so you're not working all the time?