.08 stop all the clocks

[touchofrogue]

Who: Rogue and anyone who likes!
Broadcast: Yes, text, first part
Action: Yes, second part!
When: Today

[In the weeks since Rogue woke up from her coma, she found that: a) dealing with atrophied muscles really sucked, but she at least had her feet underneath her again; b) they were on a planet with space invaders and going down there chronically endangered every single native and she hated it; c) ...so many people were gone.

It hurt. It hurt enough to drive her to public communication. She writes:]

Okay, so for those of ya who've been at this for a while... I'm comin' up on eight years in one of these interdimensional sewer stops, an' I know we're supposed ta be stay positive but sometimes... positive just doesn't cut it. Here, in no particular order, are my top five reasons for why these places are the worst. Feel free to share your own.

5. Even when something changes, nothing ever changes.
4. Old faces are new faces.
3. The absolute boredom only spiced with moments of sheer terror.
2. Explainin' the same old 'stuckness' ta every new face.
1.

[Everybody leaves. She can't quite bring herself to write that down, though, and so temporarily abandons the post to get back on the Iskaulit and train. She heads to the gym to do very basic strength training exercises over and over and over again. At least she's gotten so she can do this on her own, but Rogue is still far from satisfied with her progress.

Much later, she'll be at Nami's bar, ordering some food and, finally, checking the journal to see if she has any responses to her list.]

Comments

[scanninggaydis]

Yes. It's...a little ridiculous.

[There's a pause, and then another separate text.]

Camp Fuck You Die

[touchofrogue]

[Well, he did warn her, but...]

...seriously?

[scanninggaydis]

Surprisingly, there were less outright attempts to kill us than the name would suggest.

[touchofrogue]

...so the 'fuck' wasn't there for emphasis?

[scanninggaydis]

I have no idea what it was supposed to be there for.

Maybe there were missing punctuation marks somewhere in there.

[touchofrogue]

[So... with less attempts at outright murder, did that mean there were more attempts and making them...

Rogue wasn't sure that she wanted to ask that question. At least in Luceti they'd only had to deal with Valentine's Day once a year.]

A "Let's eat, Grandma" vs. a "Let's eat Grandma" sort of thing, huh?

[scanninggaydis]

Maybe. So, Camp "Fuck, You Die" or Camp "Fuck You, Die"

Honestly, neither is very comforting. Maybe it's better as is.

[He could tell her attempts at sex lead to being turned into fluffy animals for most of his stay, but that seems like too much information for texts to a person he's not familiar with.]

[touchofrogue]

At least this place lives up to its name. Drifting is almost all we seem to do.

[Another thing she hated, the sense of purposelessness..]

[scanninggaydis]

How true does the "absolute boredom only spiced with moments of sheer terror" hold here?

[touchofrogue]

Not as frequently as my old place. We were attacked by another fleet once, but it didn't really last for very long. Mostly its just tight quarters and protein paste here.

[Surely they would have filled all the new folk in on stuff like that while she was in her coma, right?]

[scanninggaydis]

[He knows the basics, but no one has specifically told him if sometimes people go inexplicably crazy or something.]

Well at least that I know I can deal with.

[Okay he was used to having a job to do as well, before. The boredom's going to be tough.]

[touchofrogue]

Which part? The protein paste or the people shooting at you?

[scanninggaydis]

Both, honestly. Well, not protein paste. But bad food in space.

[touchofrogue]

Now I'm confused. You're used to bad food in space, but not the protein paste?

[scanninggaydis]

Our foodstores got contaminated. Luckily, we found a planet that had a lot of algae we could harvest. Unluckily, that was the only food we could find. Algae 24/7 isn't the most appetizing thing, in the end.