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[feathery]

Who: Davesprite and whoever.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Indoors, moonside.
When: Now sounds good.

[Someone is done to death with masks and getting accosted by randos on the street. Thus, Davesprite has taken refuge indoors, since that's as good as it gets short of returning to the ships. He'd normally opt for text, but he honestly just wants to talk for a while. Even if his voice is equal parts bored and sullen.]

Sportball ambushes on the street are great and all, [it probably isn't possible for him to sound more sarcastic] but I got to ponder the selection happening in this contaminated stain on the face of space. Like, sure, there are "strategy games" [yes, those are actual, audible air quotes], but where my real battles at. You know, the wordplay variety, where you drop a witticism to a sick beat and slant it to rhyme. Twist that shit into ill verse and cause some deadly delirium not even the most decorated doctor could cure. Dude could be veteran to World War Disease and still find himself stymied by this nasty flow that makes even the gutsiest guerilla fold. Ain't a medic around who can mend my rap battle burns.

[A beat.]

So, yeah, maybe I'm only pissed about moon pollution central 'cause all these hostile idiots keep hailing me out of the blue and yet: not a single fuckin' rap battle. [This is definitely not the only reason he's pissed about moon pollution central, but priorities.] What's a guy got to do, besides deck himself out in a shitty respirator and biohazard costume. A live performance? God, this is stupid.

Comments

[forsometimenow]

I'll need to think about it first. I would want it to be pun-gent enough.

[feathery]

[That gets a soft snort of laughter from him.]

Alright, but you gotta remember to get a rhythm going. Keepin' it appropriately punishing and all that, you know.

[forsometimenow]

Hmmm... I'm already fresh out. I'll start keeping a list I can whip out in case the occasion warrants.

[feathery]

Hell yeah. The thing you find out once you start drafting up your wordplay is that the occasion practically always warrants. The occasion wants that shit signed and notarized by the presiding judge before you step onto the premises.

[forsometimenow]

[And that made Jennifer laugh.]

Funny, I never thought there would be so many opportunities to drop some sick beats. Where has the idea been all my life?

[feathery]

Space has been holding out on everyone. It's plain fucking rude, if you ask me. Possibly ruder than getting punched in the face because some dude wants to throw down and that's considered a viable invitation here.

[forsometimenow]

Yeah, I've been trying to steer clear of people as much as I can for that reason. Rap battles would be fine and all, but not if I have to stop and have one every 10 minutes on my way to the apothecary.

[feathery]

Did you get sneak attacked at all.

[Because if so, how? fucking??? rude?????? Pollution planet needs to step off the doc.]

[forsometimenow]

Not yet, but it's only a matter of time, given that these gas masks only let you see and hear so much. I've voluntarily participated in a few games of skill, though.

[feathery]

Those aren't so bad. Still not really my speed, but it's better than getting punched in the face.

You kick their asses?

[forsometimenow]

When it comes to chess, I make a pretty good showing. Anything physical, though... I'm out of my league.

[feathery]

Man, yeah. People keep wanting to play sports and I'm like. Dude. I don't know sports. I will just foul the whole team and also myself.

And now it sounds like I'm talking about shitting myself. Whoops.

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer snickered.]

I get what you mean, though. In school, I was never athletic and I was painfully shy on top of that. I was the girl who preferred books to other kids' company.

[feathery]

Hey, sounds cool to me. I'd take the books too, shhh, don't tell anyone. My bro never rated sports too highly as a need to know topic—which is how he felt about most things that weren't ironic to be honest, but sports were like extra low priority. We're talking lower than the unwanted renewal of a shitty tv show, but it got picked up anyway and you're trapped watching it in the dead hours of the night when nothing else is on.

[forsometimenow]

[That got a laugh out of Jennifer.]

Even lower priority than infomercials, too? But yeah... I was always that kid in the corner reading. Especially after I moved up in school. Shy and awkward aren't good things to be when all of your classmates are 3 or 4 years older than you, but books were always good company.

[feathery]

Way lower priority than infomercials. That's quality television.

[Davesprite saw way too many infomercials as a child.]

Man, so you're like. A legitimate genius type. I didn't even make it to high school.

[forsometimenow]

Yeah. I mean, not to brag, but I skipped a few grades in school. I graduated med school when I was relatively young, too. It tended to make socialization a little hard.

[feathery]

Does that bum you out. Like, looking back, would you still want to skip grades and stuff.

[forsometimenow]

I do regret the lost time I spent studying... I missed out on a lot of ordinary teenage stuff, too. Parties, get-togethers, that kind of thing. I was too young to do stuff my classmates were doing, but people my age weren't quite sure how to handle me, I don't think. I'd do it all again, though. I was given this brain, so I didn't want it to go to waste.

[feathery]

Yeah, I guess that's legit. I mean it's not like you dislike doctoring, either.

[forsometimenow]

Exactly. I love my job and being able to help people.

[feathery]

Sounds like it gets kinda gross sometimes, though. I seen it on TV before.

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer wrinkled her nose.]

Yeah, it's definitely something you need a strong stomach for- and even then, I'm not 100% comfortable with the things I encounter sometimes. You know the movie Alien, with the chestburster? That gave me a nice, healthy fear of parasites.

[feathery]

[omg.]

Important question: have you seen something like a chestburster ever happen in real life.

[He's so concerned.]

[forsometimenow]

Just in a dream. The only other time I've seen a creepy-crawly, it was much smaller and hiding in my boyfriend's brain. I got it out, but that was one of the scariest surgeries I've ever had to perform.