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[Happy V-Day, everyone! Sam has been unfortunately busy this weekend. You know, working at the bars, getting convinced by certain stoner semi-angels to partake in a quick bar-hop. Or three. Or five. Also, what the fuck was in that Space Race drink? Because he felt just fine after the first hour, but then he went down like a sack of potatoes.

The black screen leaves a lot to the imagination, so far. Sam gives a tired, hungover groan and slaps around for the built-in alarm he'd set in the communications device, which is probably murderous on your guys' ears at first. When he grabs for it and peers to look at the time listed, the broadcast gives a good look at him in all of his glory -- who knew someone could have so many hickeys at once?]

Wha...

[He stares up at the ceiling, blinking wearily. This isn't... the ship...

But surely nothing crazy happened, he thinks. Just drank a little too much. He's usually super chaste and all, and it's not like he'd...

And then three blue arms reach out from the right side of the bed, curling over his chest.]

Awake already, gangly human...?

[And another copper-skinned arm reaches to pet his hair from his left. A few interesting memories resurface from the night before.]

Surprisingly durable to make up for your poor tolerance to alcohol, mmhmm.

[Sam's eyes widen rather comedically as he shoots up from the bed, dropping the video feed flat on its face again. The sounds of him shuffling back sounds close to the microphone, and there are quite a few giggling ladies, and it really makes you wonder how many are actually fitting in that bed. Judging from the way Sam is tripping over his words, he's probably floundering. Let your imaginations be your guide.]

Jesus -- what the -- I, um, sorry. I -- Wow, right. I should, should really be -- ohmygod, uh. You guys were all great, seriously, but I... Have a shift in three hours... I should...!!

[More giggling at the sound of rustling pants.]

Wow, Sam, you've gone so red; I didn't know humans could change colors! What a fascinating species.

[One of the human girls in the crowd laughs aloud.] Nah, he just goes from animal to nervous school boy in one morning flat.

Thank you for your time, ladies--

Don't you want to stay for breakfast? I know how to make pancakes!

That's really nice but--[He's just about now realizing that the feed is going, and he's too distracted to notice that he's about to trip right over someone's body on the floor.]--OOF!!

[The video THUDS, pointing at a wall. This is the most PG feed detailing a NC-17 night ever. A familiar voice -- the source of Sam's tripping -- smacks his lips while a background cacophony of the gals and guys littered around the room gossip and giggle and exchange ship names. Sam is dumbstruck.]

How many people are there?!

Ah. Morning, Sam.

Cas!?

Slow your roll, buddy, there's plenty of time for round two and three--

Ugh... Not this again...

--or four or five...

M'gonna be sick...... What was in that Space Racer...

[This is the worst.

Happy Valentine's Day.]

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[... He's not going to answer that, because he can't say either way if he can handle whatever that is. And he's not about to jynx it or sell himself short. Either/or. Besides, he's more curious about another point brought up.]

Do you mean... a few years, or are you one of those actually-a-thousand-years-old types?

[Asuka hesitates visibly, her frown getting a little deeper-set before she finally admits--] No. I'm twenty-eight. It's a medical condition.

[Because a medical condition at least sounds more legitimate than a curse. She gnaws her lip, looking restless, evasive.] You'd better eat those pancakes.

[... Ah. Um. He nods.]

Right. Pancakes.

...

...

You're not alone, though. I mean. I'm actually older than I look, too.

[He doesn't want you feeling bad or anything.]

[God, she shouldn't have said anything. The crew on the Wunder back home knew her age and that never helped her case. Eternal puberty was the surest route to stagnation and bitterness in every area.]

[But just because she's abrupt about her own situation, it doesn't mean she's not curious about his own. An inability to age isn't a common thing, not remotely.

... How old are you? What happened?

[Lucky Sam, he knows how to reveal enough without revealing too much.

Because the truth is shitty as hell (HA), and he doesn't want to revisit that entirely.]

I was trapped in a place where time flowed differently. My physical body wasn't there, but... y'know. My spirit, my memories, who I am — it was there for about... 180, 200 years? Somewhere around there.

[It's so damn weird, that he can be honest about that here.

That people won't think he should be in a loony bin.]

Was that where you were before you made it here?

[If that's the case, there's no wonder he's so easygoing about all the mess of the fleet. Being corporeal is probably its own reward. Asuka's silent for a second, studying the onscreen pancakes instead of Sam's face. He looks about thirtyish, though her own stasis has made her terrible at approximating ages. So, two hundred and thirty-odd years of being cut off. That really makes Shinji's time in the tesseract seem trivial.]

How did that happen? Look, you don't have to tell me.

Not where I was before, no. I didn't age there, but it was just a year — I was honestly lucky it wasn't much longer, though. [Because he almost ended up tortured for eternity in a evil spirit-filled cloud of death and chaos. So. He looks down at his pancakes, too, looking unsure. The alien passing in the background looks a bit concerned at his far-off stare, but she seems to think better of interrupting him, digging through her purse for a cigarette instead.

He kinda forgot he's still in video. Or at least forgot the implications in it.]

... It's complicated. The easiest way to explain it is that I fell in to stop a bad person from doing more bad crap. I wasn't supposed to ever get out — but I got lucky. Really, really lucky.

[Being in Hell with Lucifer forever?

He was already praying to stop existing down there as it was. Though maybe he thinks he would have... gotten used to it. Could've just became a really fucked up, submissive shell of what he used to be. He shivers.]

It's in the past now, at least.

You just... fell in? What, like a black hole? [It's not a very scientific way to put it, admittedly, but it's all she can figure out off the cuff. Where in the world has he ended up? Asuka's brow furrows. He doesn't really look exactly comfortable to be talking about it, so she decides not to press too hard. Tit for that. She hasn't told him much, either.]

Do people not age here, either? Or do you know? [She knows it's a pointless thing to keep harping on, but all the same, she has to hope. She's really spending way too much time coddling Shinji, indicated by her next offhand, thoughtless response--] Hey, eat your food.

[WOW BOSSY—

But he's listening and prodding at his meal to take small, sad bites.

Look, he's still sick to his stomach, okay.]

... A black hole is about as accurate as any, yeah.

[HA. HA. HA.

What is his life.]

Not sure if people age here or not, though. I think it's hard to tell when we'll need longer-staying citizens, or actual DNA tests, or something...

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