[139] Somebody lacks coping skills. // Video

[stopthat_destro]

[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

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[sharpememory]

If you're talking about snake cuddling, does that mean that you're asking for a fight? Or a fight with benefits?

[stopthat_destro]

Oh, I'm talking about benefits. [Awwhhhh yeah.]

herp de derp, was on hiatus :c

[sharpememory]

Sure you are. Got any takers?

SPAM

[gotgreenmagic]

[This is probably a bad idea, but fuck it, her career was built on them and she's here anyway. Towering overhead. She has a bottle of cold water in one hand, but looking at him, she wishes she'd brought something stronger - coffee or maybe naloxone or something.]

Happy birthday, doc. Are you...okay?

SPAM

[stopthat_destro]

[Rex looks up as he hears footsteps, then makes an awkward transition from lying down to sitting up, leaning his back against the railing. He's not quiiiite ready to stand up yet.]

I'm great. Best birthday ever. [Smiling, he slaps a hand down on the ground next to him.] Sit. Enjoy the view. The stars are totally alive tonight. [Or he's experiencing mild hallucinations.]

Re: SPAM

[gotgreenmagic]

[She gives him a disquieted look for a few seconds, then sits down cross-legged next to him. At least if she's here she can stop himchoking on his ow vomit or whatever else the comedown from whatever he's taking might be.]

So, uh. Soliciting the entire Barge for cuddles isn't exactly your regular MO. Are you drunk or something?

SPAM

[stopthat_destro]

[Rex snickers.] Or something. But who cares; the Barge it-- it needs a little more cuddling. [He looks at Shego.] I've been doing everything wrong. You know?

Reaction pooost / text, because we cannot help ourselves.

[ifightfor]

[In the infirmary, Rinzler has managed a heroic stretch of nearly an hour of wakefulness, catching up on the past day's worth of traffic.

And then there's this.

He stares at Rex's little love song to the Barge, growl Dopplering loud-quiet-loud with the same regular pulse as a User's breathing. One part catches at him: "The whole-- finding happiness in slavery."

Rewind. Play it back: finding happiness in slavery.

in slavery.

slavery.

The Program's circuits flare white all at once. He dashes the video from the communicator's screen, climbing from the bed and heading for the infirmary door.]

There can be no happiness without freedom.

voiiiiice, because lol his typing would be heinous right now

[stopthat_destro]

I don't know; I feel pretty happy right now.

Text. // given how much pot Flynn probably did in the 80s, Tron's seen some bad typing, man

[ifightfor]

Are you happy?

[Feeling and being are two very different things.]

Voice.

[stopthat_destro]

Very.

[But if you ask him after his high passes, THE ANSWER WILL BE NO.]

Every MY HIDEOUS MUTANT BABY :C alarm Harper has is going off right now.

[deusexmechanic]

...

Okay, you're getting dragged off the deck before you do something you're going to regret later.

With good reason :CCC

[stopthat_destro]

Regret what? Exploring the beautiful bonds that connect each and every one of us?

[failedcreator]

[Victor is half "ew" and half :c.] That is not the way. [Said in the most halfhearted way ever.]

[stopthat_destro]

Maybe you should try it. [By 'it' he means 'shutting off your mind and being obedient' not 'cuddling with me' BUT VICTOR IS FREE TO INTERPRET HOWEVER HE WISHES.]

[failedcreator]

I do not wish to embrace you. [INTERPRETATION FAIL.]