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[justamobster]

Who: Ladon Ceto and you~
Broadcast: Fleet-wide audio
Action: Marsiva
When: 3/20

[ There's a long suffering sigh. After a moment, a few clicks of a lighter and what sounds like an inhale. Ladon's just woken up in a strange place and while that's certainly not the oddest thing that has happened to him, it's still a bit on the unsettling side. And that sure as hell calls for a smoke. ]

S'better than fallin' outta the fuckin' rift again, I guess.

[ His head's fuzzy. How long ago had that been? Years, it seems. But at the same time, he can't remember much in between. There was Sacrosanct and now there's... this. But he's older, he can feel it deep down. ]

Gonna guess this ain't connected to the station's network, seein' as my wearable don't work. No crazy blue dames runnin' this joint, I'm hopin'?

Action:

[ For anyone wandering about the Hospitality Deck, Ladon can be found in the viewing bay, staring out into the void of space and smoking what isn't his first and likely not his last cigarette. He's bundled up in his long, wool coat and is wearing his signature hat regardless of the temperature inside the Deck. The look on his face is something akin to resignation. Gone is the alarm he once felt for waking up in a strange place and being surrounded by blinking lights and smooth metal surfaces. Not that he doesn't hate it any more than he did before, but at least he'd gotten comfortable on Sacrosanct... Or as comfortable as one could get there.

Now he had to start all over, and that was just about as ridiculous as being stuck in space yet again. ]

Comments

[onlyanapple]

She might be, yet. Time will tell.

[justamobster]

Here's hopin' none of us stick 'round to find out, yeah?

[onlyanapple]

If she's as you describe, I can drink to that.

[justamobster]

[ He huffs at that. ] Speakin' of drinks, ain't seen a damn bar here yet.

[ What's a booze-hound to do without his scotch? ]

[onlyanapple]

There are some on the Waystations, though it's hit and miss how decent the alcohol is.

[justamobster]

Space booze's space booze, yeah? Figure I ain't really got the luxury of bein' choosy.

[onlyanapple]

When it comes to booze, we always should have the luxury to be choosy.

[justamobster]

If only, yeah? But this place just ain't as well-stocked as Sacrosanct.

... Wouldn't say no to liberatin' some crates and barrels on the next planet that's got the good stuff, though.

[onlyanapple]

Sarocanct. That's where you were before here?

Trust me, we're all about liberating alcohol here. Like Boozy Robin Hoods.

[justamobster]

Yeah. Big space station kinda place. Prob'ly a hundred of us, livin' in somethin' built for millions. Food and booze wasn't a problem. Just everythin' else.

Sounds like I'm in good company then, yeah?

[onlyanapple]

Huh. And that was your home? I mean...it wasn't like this place? Where you got plucked from home and dropped with a bunch of strangers?

More than likely.

[justamobster]

No, no. Home's Nieve, s'a real city on a real shoreline on a real fuckin' planet. With normal people walkin' the streets, no robots or blinkin' shit everywhere.

Sacrosanct was somethin' like this. Only when you got there you fell outta the rift into the junkyard, had to go shower off the radi-whatsis. And then there was Hypatia runnin' the place... Had somethin' like this, though. [ Tap tap. ] Wearables an' a network. Could talk t'others on it. Good thing, too, damn place was so big prob'ly would think you were alone there if not.

[onlyanapple]

Huh, how about that.

It was a magical castle, for me. Paradisa it was called. It pulled me away from my home, I was there for years before Atroma brought me in.

[justamobster]

[ Low whistle. He wasn't aware that there were so many different places that took people from their home worlds. ]

That normal here? Folks like us, who've been stuck in other places?

[onlyanapple]

It seems to be. There are a lot of people right from their home worlds, but just as many from others. There are a couple more people, like me, who came from the castle.

[justamobster]

No one's mentioned Sacrosanct here before, though? [ He's hoping that if there were any refugees of the station here, they'd at least say hello. Unless they were there after he'd left, most people knew him or knew of him and his bar. ] Well, shit. Hopefully this's the last stop before home again, yeah?

[onlyanapple]

Sorry, I've never heard of it.

For you, perhaps. I'm just fine where I am.

[justamobster]

If space's your cup of brew, then. Rather get back to my city.

[ Nieve's a bit of a shithole, but he misses his people. ]

[onlyanapple]

It's better than the magical castle, by miles. And it doesn't have my Superiors waiting to inflict horrible agonies on me, like home.

I'm good.