[139] Somebody lacks coping skills. // Video
[There's a shot of the "sky" as the transmission starts, then the camera arcs down and is clumsily turned to angle down on Rex as he addresses the camera from his lofty position... of lying down on the deck. Despite the flood and a horrible, triggering incident that occurred, he looks totally happy. And high. He smiles serenely.]
I've been thinking. You all-- no, me... We. This whole-- this community.
[He clears his throat. What was the point he was getting at?]
We all spend so much time being angry. At the Admiral, our 'enemies', each other... Even at, at the boat. This boat, the Barge. We're all so angry that we miss out on how amazing and precious and... beautiful this whole thing is. Look at this. Look.
[Swiveling the camera back up at the sky. It's all shaky-cam here before he switches the angle back to his face.]
It's so vast, and yet we still manage to reach out and touch another reality like. Every other week. We're so connected to everything, and instead of appreciating it for what it is, how incredible and unique each flood and port is, we treat everything like-- [He makes some hand motions in lieu of words, which just makes the camera angle change abruptly. Enjoy looking at some random spot on the deck.] A common, mundane inconvenience. Like we just ran out of milk. [He giggles.] We're all such drags.
[Pause. There's some shuffling and the camera's back on Rex, who's now lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows and staring at the camera. He's finally learned to just put the damn thing down, yay.]
A long time ago, I compared relationships to two snakes in cohabitation. What we see as cuddling is actually a display of one snake's dominance over another. I still think... that's what relationships are. Dominance struggles, just... endless dominance struggles.
[He seems to sober up at that thought for a brief moment, then snorts with laughter and flops down, burying his head in his arms as he giggles again. He peeks his head up from his arms, grinning.]
But it's not a bad thing. That's what the flood taught me. It feels good to let go of control sometimes. The whole-- finding happiness in slavery. That's a gift I gave you when I-- [He mimes STABBING SOMEBODY WITH A SYRINGE AND INJECTING, laughing like it's the funniest thing everrrrr.] Didn't it feel good?
[Okay okay. Chill. Time to get serious. He makes an effort to look totally sober now, but it's clear in his eyes and the twitching attempt at holding back a smile that he's high out of his mind.]
So. Effective immediately, as a resolution to myself on-- [SNERK. No, serious. Be serious.] yet another 28th birthday upon the Barge. I'm going to let go. And I want you [Pointing to the camera, although who the hell knows who he's actually addressing.] to come here and... cuddle. [And by "cuddle" he means make out or something. He smiles. "Seductively".] It'll be fun no matter who ends up on top.
Come on... Let's have some fun.
[OOC: So yeah, Rex had a horrible triggering moment at the end of the flood, and he basically ran away and spent the entire day being a basket case in his room. Then he cracked and took the V he got from Franklin, so now he's all... rambling and "DEEP" and wants to get laid. If anybody actually comes up to meet him on the deck, the most that'll happen is he'll (badly) try to mack on you, but he'll quickly turn into the sobbing clingy drunk archetype and whine about how much everything sucks. Oh and it's his birthday, because I realized a few weeks ago I never actually gave him one and picked May 30th as a random date. SPAM HIM IF YOU WANT.
And I'm about to go to bed, so I won't tag tonight, but uh, I wanted to get this post up while the flood's end was still fresh and relevant and shit.]
I've been thinking. You all-- no, me... We. This whole-- this community.
[He clears his throat. What was the point he was getting at?]
We all spend so much time being angry. At the Admiral, our 'enemies', each other... Even at, at the boat. This boat, the Barge. We're all so angry that we miss out on how amazing and precious and... beautiful this whole thing is. Look at this. Look.
[Swiveling the camera back up at the sky. It's all shaky-cam here before he switches the angle back to his face.]
It's so vast, and yet we still manage to reach out and touch another reality like. Every other week. We're so connected to everything, and instead of appreciating it for what it is, how incredible and unique each flood and port is, we treat everything like-- [He makes some hand motions in lieu of words, which just makes the camera angle change abruptly. Enjoy looking at some random spot on the deck.] A common, mundane inconvenience. Like we just ran out of milk. [He giggles.] We're all such drags.
[Pause. There's some shuffling and the camera's back on Rex, who's now lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows and staring at the camera. He's finally learned to just put the damn thing down, yay.]
A long time ago, I compared relationships to two snakes in cohabitation. What we see as cuddling is actually a display of one snake's dominance over another. I still think... that's what relationships are. Dominance struggles, just... endless dominance struggles.
[He seems to sober up at that thought for a brief moment, then snorts with laughter and flops down, burying his head in his arms as he giggles again. He peeks his head up from his arms, grinning.]
But it's not a bad thing. That's what the flood taught me. It feels good to let go of control sometimes. The whole-- finding happiness in slavery. That's a gift I gave you when I-- [He mimes STABBING SOMEBODY WITH A SYRINGE AND INJECTING, laughing like it's the funniest thing everrrrr.] Didn't it feel good?
[Okay okay. Chill. Time to get serious. He makes an effort to look totally sober now, but it's clear in his eyes and the twitching attempt at holding back a smile that he's high out of his mind.]
So. Effective immediately, as a resolution to myself on-- [SNERK. No, serious. Be serious.] yet another 28th birthday upon the Barge. I'm going to let go. And I want you [Pointing to the camera, although who the hell knows who he's actually addressing.] to come here and... cuddle. [And by "cuddle" he means make out or something. He smiles. "Seductively".] It'll be fun no matter who ends up on top.
Come on... Let's have some fun.
[OOC: So yeah, Rex had a horrible triggering moment at the end of the flood, and he basically ran away and spent the entire day being a basket case in his room. Then he cracked and took the V he got from Franklin, so now he's all... rambling and "DEEP" and wants to get laid. If anybody actually comes up to meet him on the deck, the most that'll happen is he'll (badly) try to mack on you, but he'll quickly turn into the sobbing clingy drunk archetype and whine about how much everything sucks. Oh and it's his birthday, because I realized a few weeks ago I never actually gave him one and picked May 30th as a random date. SPAM HIM IF YOU WANT.
And I'm about to go to bed, so I won't tag tonight, but uh, I wanted to get this post up while the flood's end was still fresh and relevant and shit.]