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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.

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[forsometimenow]

No, just memory loss. [She turns quiet for a moment, the memory still a little painful.] We got it out, though- and my friend Ronon shot it to make sure it stayed dead.

[feathery]

Man. Maybe I'm biased, but I don't think memory loss is that great a prospect, either. Though I guess it doesn't matter since you got it out. I didn't know you were brain surgeon certified.

[forsometimenow]

It wasn't, believe me. I am, though- I got picked for the Stargate Program fresh out of med school, so in practice I was more of a jack of all trades, but the brain was one of my specialties.

[feathery]

How long have you been a doctor.

[forsometimenow]

Close to 3 years now. I mean, I had all the required training and stuff beforehand, but I'd never worked for a hospital or anything as a full-fledged doctor before coming to Atlantis.

[feathery]

Of course they named a space city Atlantis. Uh, that is a space city, right. I don't know my futuristic Milky Way geography. Astrography? Is there a word for that.

[forsometimenow]

[She nodded.]

Technically it's a gigantic spaceship, but it requires a tremendous amount of power to move- power we don't always have ready access to- so for the most part, it sits on the ocean's surface.

[feathery]

Oh. Weird. That makes way more thematic sense than I was expecting.

[He is used to things kind of conveniently being there and only sort-of-not-really making sense.]

Not gonna lie, I was half expecting to discover Atlantis was aliens all along.

[forsometimenow]

It makes sense, doesn't it? The city sank beneath the waves, but it didn't actually disappear, just traveled to another galaxy. That's why nobody could ever find it.

[feathery]

Wait. Are you serious. Is that actually a thing.

[forsometimenow]

Mmhmm. I wasn't there when it happened, but when a scientific expedition was able to reach it, the whole city rose from the ocean floor. I'm told it was breathtaking.

[feathery]

[There's a brief "wtf" silence and then he actually lets out a soft laugh.]

Ok, I had that one coming. Probably should have learned that lesson after getting enlisted by a bunch of Norse gods, but I guess all the weird shit you get schooled on is always gonna be true in some universe somewhere or other.

[forsometimenow]

I've learned that, too. Something you think may be impossible is old hat in someone else's universe.

[feathery]

Yeah. I guess sometimes I just kinda wonder how we end up in the universes we do. Or if there's a reason why, I dunno.

[forsometimenow]

Well, there's a theory that there are an infinite number of universes that have versions of us that are basically the same in personality, but ended up on radically different life paths due to chance or choices. Like, maybe somewhere out there, there's a me that passed up the chance to join the Stargate program and is running a clinic in rural Wisconsin. And it was just pure chance that the versions of us that we are ended up being sent here.

[feathery]

Yeah, that's, uh. Not so much a theory where I'm from, but kind of a major component of reality. I'm not even from the real timeline; I'm just an offshoot Dave that had to exist to help out the real guy. Which...

[He trails off, only vaguely aware of where he wants to go with this.]

I don't know. The places other people are from don't seem to care too much about that.

[forsometimenow]

Wow, really? [She blinked in surprise.] And yeah... I guess in the end, it doesn't make much of a difference. We're here, we're stuck and we can't get home.

[feathery]

Yeah, it's complicated.

[UNDERSTATEMENT.]

And I guess so. The situation gets especially nebulous when none of us are sure what happens when people disappear. Like where they go or if Atroma even controls it in the first place.

[forsometimenow]

Yeah, I've been trying to figure that out myself. Mostly if Atroma has any control over who comes and goes. My gut's telling me they don't, but any theory has holes in it.

[feathery]

Yeah, not gonna lie. Kind of skeptical about the claim when a bunch of interdimensional gods couldn't keep their hold on us properly in the last primordial cesspool I crawled out from. And there have been a shitload of people who have cycled through just while I've been aboard. Seems logistically implausible to keep that many people in... I don't know. Storage? Whatever alternative locations we have on the table.

[forsometimenow]

And there have been people who have stayed for a matter of weeks before being taken away. That's not much time for the alleged audience to really get a feel for them and whether or not they'll be a good fit for the show, you know?

[feathery]

Yeah, kind of figure ratings have nothing to do with it. They probably don't matter at all, unless you care about making bank. I mean Atroma has got to be profiting from them, 'cause the whole thing reeks of them scraping together an opportunistic buck. But. The very premise of kidnapping people from alt realities just for the sake of a reality show sounds pretty fucking unlikely. That'd require the perfect storm of boredom and limitless cash and I don't think Atroma has their shit together enough for either.

[forsometimenow]

So it's like that one show... uhh... Whose Line? Where everything is made up and the points don't matter.

I have to agree with you there. Bringing people across dimensions should require a tremendous amount of power and the technology to do it as they choose, which few universes seem to have. Then there's keeping the ships fueled, giving us money and food and bonuses, allowing us to put in significant ship upgrades every month... I doubt even the universe's most popular reality show would make them THAT rich.

[feathery]

Do they still have Whose Line in the future. Damn.

[It had definitely been reduced to reruns by 2009.]

But yeah. Like it turns out my alt universe mom and Jade's alt universe granddad could...sort of send shit back and forth between our universe and theirs. But the energy cost was fucking astronomical, and that was still within the same contained reality. I don't know, it's just frustrating when there's all this fucking garbage that doesn't add up, but we can't do anything about it. Like anytime anyone tries, it just turns into dead ends upon dead ends.

[forsometimenow]

I catch it every now and then on TV, yeah. What year was it where you were from? I'm from 2009.

[She then nodded.]

They've certainly perfected blocking us from finding out anything useful, too. They can fiddle with our memories, they can seal off anything that might give us clues, they don't talk to us directly. It's hard not to feel hopeless sometimes.