Nineteenth Scale {Audio + Fourth wall.}

[salsaconjere]

Too many people.
..Leads to headaches,..and..reproduction..

Knowing the captain, it'll be like rabbits, too.

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[andtheywillaugh]

[Found someone!]

Jeremiah, please tell me you know who I am.

[salsaconjere]

...
[Small inhale.]

[andtheywillaugh]

...Hello?

[salsaconjere]

[He does kind of remind him of Zeke.]

Sorry, I cannot--..fully recall your name. Remind me again?

[andtheywillaugh]

[That's not very reassuring. At all]

...Isaac. Isaac Lerish.

[salsaconjere]

[Palms.]

Lerish.
Oh god.

[andtheywillaugh]

And you have no idea who I am, either.

[salsaconjere]

When did Zeke Reproduce?!

[andtheywillaugh]

...He didn't. I'm adopted.

[salsaconjere]

[Jeremiah was thinking more along the lines of 'What women in the right mind,' but that works too.]

..What year did he adopt you? Not to be forthcoming, but...still.

[andtheywillaugh]

[He regards Jere as trustworthy, whether he remembers shit or not]

2014? I think? I was about two at the time.

[salsaconjere]

..That's a bit of a ways away. Though time is, irrelevant on this god forsaken ship.

[andtheywillaugh]

Are you talking about time travel?

[salsaconjere]

Probably. The Captain doesn't give a crap about what time period we come from, where, which planet, who we are or what we are..

[andtheywillaugh]

[Great]

Well that explains why Dad doesn't know who I am.

[salsaconjere]

I wouldn't let it bother you too much. Zeke hardly knows the back of his hand.