[145] Rex's First Breakup // Voice.
[HEY, SOMEBODY SOUNDS HEALTHY AND HAPPY NOW. And is now going to act like his last post doesn't exist. In fact, you can assume he's taken the last entry off the Network, although not the replies.]
That port was fascinating! Witnessing the varied and occasionally impressive adaptations developed over centuries, the little quirks of evolution, was positively breathtaking. I could have spent years studying the people alone. [EXCITEDLY, he starts speaking in a quick and enthused voice:] There was one woman, distantly related to the poison dart frog, and we just chatted for hours about her species. Unfortunately, due to the imposition of, mm, mammalian beauty standards on her people, she was quite insecure about the baldness. I gave her some wig tips. She was beautiful. The most incredible skin I have ever seen on a humanoid.
[Why are you so creepy, Rex?]
And the technology was quite a mix of remarkable and, mmm, mundane. Disappointing and astonishing, all at once, particularly when it came to weaponry. [Laughing.] I could have made quite the career there. I mean, I didn't have a chance to fully explore some of the things I would have liked to have seen-- laboratories, for one-- closed to the public as they were. Encounters with local law enforcement weren't exactly at the top of my To Do list.
Nevertheless. I came away with a few souvenirs-- all warden-approved, I assure you. [Nope, he's not going to say what they are, because he maaaaay be trolling people who are still leery of him. They are, in fact, some medical/engineering tools, along with scraps and components from seemingly harmless equipment, but not nearly sophisticated enough to make nanomites or anything like that with.] Did everybody else have a good time?
[Filtered to FRAAAANDS; ask if you're unsure where you stand]
Does anybody have any music I can borrow? Or... recommendations, at least. I may have played my collection to death over the past few weeks.
...
And I have a feeling my neighbors would like me to stop playing sad music at high volumes. [FEEL FREE TO COMMENT ON THE CONSTANT SMITHS AND RADIOHEAD AND WHATEVER ELSE HAS BEEN COMING FROM HIS ROOM IF YOU'RE ONE OF HIS NEIGHBORS.]
[Filtered to Iago & Wichita]
Despite some... setbacks in the last week, I've had some time to think, and I've made my decision.
I, uh... Don't know if either of you will be happy with it, but I need to say this for my own sanity. [BECAUSE HE'S TIRED OF BEING SAD AND ANGSTY. He scoffs.] Or what remains of it.
[Pause. He takes in a breath, trying to gather the nerve to talk ~feelings~.]
Wichita. I love you. It's difficult to say while sober, but... I've loved you for a long time, and I thought time would make that change, but it hasn't. I haven't stopped wanting you, not even when I thought you'd forgotten all about me.
I want to spend my... my future with you. [There's a soft, breathless laugh.] Even if it means killing zombies or eating dogs. I mean, personally, I like the idea of rebuilding society [WITH SSSSSSSCIENCE.] in a world where most of the people are dead. It sounds far more preferable to my own, infested as it is with Joes. [lolol it's been so long since he bitched about them.]
But. [And now he's serious again.] This is the Barge, not my future or my life. And I can't... pretend that Iago and I didn't-- don't-- have something, something that was still new and developing when you returned. To cut what we have short, before it even has a chance to be defined-- I can't do it.
Much as I would like to, I can't shut off how I feel for either of you. I love one of you, yes, but I still don't know what I have with the other, and I want to find out.
As long as I'm on the Barge, I choose Iago. I want to see what
we have. And if it fails, then it'll fail on its own terms. But I want to try.
I'm sorry. I know it's probably disappointing to hear, for both of you. That I love you, Wichita, but can't pick up where we left off, not right now. That I love somebody else, Iago, and still want you to take me back. That I'm unable to be... emotionally faithful to either of you.
[Hmph, then he mutters:] I still think a polyamorous relationship would solve everything...
[ANYWAY.]
If you don't want anything more to do with me, then... There you have it. [But now his voice is firmer, steady again. Enough being a woobie; he wants to have some of his control back.] If you do, then I don't want there to be any bad blood or guilt or jealousy. No pressure, or I'm finished with all of this.
[OOC: SO, there was talk of Rex dragging Wichita and Sirius back to the Barge, but I'm not sure if/how that happened, so for now, his port escapades will be vague.
Also my formatting might have gotten screwed up, idk. Will fix when I'm not on this demon phone.
OH AND for clarification: Rex isn't fine; he's just making a big show of seeming fine so that people don't fret over his mental health. And he may sound unconvincing to those who know him very well or who're good at seeing through things.]
That port was fascinating! Witnessing the varied and occasionally impressive adaptations developed over centuries, the little quirks of evolution, was positively breathtaking. I could have spent years studying the people alone. [EXCITEDLY, he starts speaking in a quick and enthused voice:] There was one woman, distantly related to the poison dart frog, and we just chatted for hours about her species. Unfortunately, due to the imposition of, mm, mammalian beauty standards on her people, she was quite insecure about the baldness. I gave her some wig tips. She was beautiful. The most incredible skin I have ever seen on a humanoid.
[Why are you so creepy, Rex?]
And the technology was quite a mix of remarkable and, mmm, mundane. Disappointing and astonishing, all at once, particularly when it came to weaponry. [Laughing.] I could have made quite the career there. I mean, I didn't have a chance to fully explore some of the things I would have liked to have seen-- laboratories, for one-- closed to the public as they were. Encounters with local law enforcement weren't exactly at the top of my To Do list.
Nevertheless. I came away with a few souvenirs-- all warden-approved, I assure you. [Nope, he's not going to say what they are, because he maaaaay be trolling people who are still leery of him. They are, in fact, some medical/engineering tools, along with scraps and components from seemingly harmless equipment, but not nearly sophisticated enough to make nanomites or anything like that with.] Did everybody else have a good time?
[Filtered to FRAAAANDS; ask if you're unsure where you stand]
Does anybody have any music I can borrow? Or... recommendations, at least. I may have played my collection to death over the past few weeks.
...
And I have a feeling my neighbors would like me to stop playing sad music at high volumes. [FEEL FREE TO COMMENT ON THE CONSTANT SMITHS AND RADIOHEAD AND WHATEVER ELSE HAS BEEN COMING FROM HIS ROOM IF YOU'RE ONE OF HIS NEIGHBORS.]
[Filtered to Iago & Wichita]
Despite some... setbacks in the last week, I've had some time to think, and I've made my decision.
I, uh... Don't know if either of you will be happy with it, but I need to say this for my own sanity. [BECAUSE HE'S TIRED OF BEING SAD AND ANGSTY. He scoffs.] Or what remains of it.
[Pause. He takes in a breath, trying to gather the nerve to talk ~feelings~.]
Wichita. I love you. It's difficult to say while sober, but... I've loved you for a long time, and I thought time would make that change, but it hasn't. I haven't stopped wanting you, not even when I thought you'd forgotten all about me.
I want to spend my... my future with you. [There's a soft, breathless laugh.] Even if it means killing zombies or eating dogs. I mean, personally, I like the idea of rebuilding society [WITH SSSSSSSCIENCE.] in a world where most of the people are dead. It sounds far more preferable to my own, infested as it is with Joes. [lolol it's been so long since he bitched about them.]
But. [And now he's serious again.] This is the Barge, not my future or my life. And I can't... pretend that Iago and I didn't-- don't-- have something, something that was still new and developing when you returned. To cut what we have short, before it even has a chance to be defined-- I can't do it.
Much as I would like to, I can't shut off how I feel for either of you. I love one of you, yes, but I still don't know what I have with the other, and I want to find out.
As long as I'm on the Barge, I choose Iago. I want to see what
we have. And if it fails, then it'll fail on its own terms. But I want to try.
I'm sorry. I know it's probably disappointing to hear, for both of you. That I love you, Wichita, but can't pick up where we left off, not right now. That I love somebody else, Iago, and still want you to take me back. That I'm unable to be... emotionally faithful to either of you.
[Hmph, then he mutters:] I still think a polyamorous relationship would solve everything...
[ANYWAY.]
If you don't want anything more to do with me, then... There you have it. [But now his voice is firmer, steady again. Enough being a woobie; he wants to have some of his control back.] If you do, then I don't want there to be any bad blood or guilt or jealousy. No pressure, or I'm finished with all of this.
[OOC: SO, there was talk of Rex dragging Wichita and Sirius back to the Barge, but I'm not sure if/how that happened, so for now, his port escapades will be vague.
Also my formatting might have gotten screwed up, idk. Will fix when I'm not on this demon phone.
OH AND for clarification: Rex isn't fine; he's just making a big show of seeming fine so that people don't fret over his mental health. And he may sound unconvincing to those who know him very well or who're good at seeing through things.]