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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

[stillgotmyleftarm]

We can't just go with my name?

[doubled_speed]

not the way it works

[stillgotmyleftarm]

It's the same number of letters - or less.

And I'm not scruffy. That's the other one. Gotta admit, he pulls it off, though.

[brooklyn_boy]

Definitely does.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

What can I say, I can pull off more than one look.

[brooklyn_boy]

You can pull off anything

[God help us all, Steve is flirting.]

[stillgotmyleftarm]

I mostly wanna pull on something.

[brooklyn_boy]

Wait, no. I was talking about clothes.

Oh. Oh, wait.

Oh!

Bucky!

[stillgotmyleftarm]

That's how you do it.

For future reference.

[He's done now.]

[brooklyn_boy]

Jerk.

Let's switch to private messaging.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Yessir.

Although actually, we’re the same rank now.

[doubled_speed]

you're scruffy and i definitely think you're benefiting from it

[stillgotmyleftarm]

I'd say Steve has a type, but Carter wasn't scruffy, either. We both look damn good under pressure.

[doubled_speed]

so that's what he likes
pressure

[stillgotmyleftarm]

I mean. You don't?

[doubled_speed]

i tend to be the pressure

[stillgotmyleftarm]

You're something, all right.

[It's probably a little hard to tell with text, but that's definitely typed in a more fond, positive light than anything else.]

[doubled_speed]

what kind of thing am i then?

[stillgotmyleftarm]

A teenage boy in the twenty-first century, honestly.

Steve and I couldn't have said half the shit you do. The future's a weird place. Not all bad, though.

[doubled_speed]

dude i'm a legal adult
and you two just need to get yourselves doing the horizontal tango

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Age is just a number.

Yeah, well - that's a little hard, cooped up in different ships.

Besides, not everything is about sex. You'll probably learn that.

[doubled_speed]

heroism is also good, and noodles, and family
otherwise?
yeah sex is definitely pretty high up there

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Well, at least you've got some other decent priorities.

[doubled_speed]

damn right i do
i've had enough time to narrow down the important things

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Quality over quantity, I see.