driftfleet | Rip-Van-Sokka II: Electric Boogaloo

Who: Sokka and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: Today!

[Sokka's been asleep for about two weeks, and he's certainly been busy in his dreaming state. When he wakes up and finds himself in his own captain bed, there's a brief moment of confusion. He'd only just been home, having a delicious meal, knowing his life, his Tribe faced an uncertain future. And now he's...on the Blue Fish. The name comes back to him with the low hum of the engine. Well, at least he knew what he was getting here, mostly.

He'll be getting up and exploring around, please feed him. He had the BEST food memory-dream.

And later, once he's learned a little more from his crew of the events he's missed, he turns on the network.]

So apparently, Atroma decided to let me sleep though us finally getting any kind of answers. Because that's funny. I'm laughing. I need details, guys, anything you can give me that you found out. Doesn't matter if I've heard it before, different perspectives are important.

[That's his latest Life Lesson He Learned. Yay.]

...And I'm sorry. For people who lost people. Seems there was a lot of that while I was asleep.

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[He arches an eyebrow.]

Shortbread.

[Hahah. See what he did there? Yeah.]

Aaaaah, mostly more designer food. I don't suppose you would like a sampling of sauteed brussel sprouts with a touch of djion mustard, drizzled with pecan sauce?

[He frowned for a moment, peering at the menu.] .... I do not even know what half of these words mean.

Shortbread.

[He really need to like. Stop. ]

...Me either. Tyrion are you sure that's even actual food?

And thus, my new nickname was born.

[Tyrion drawled, as he stared at the menu, then shrugged.]

You could try ordering it and see?

I'm sure there are worse ones.

[He frowns at the menu. ]

Okay, give me whatever has the most meat in it.

Yes, and I am sure you will find them.

[Is Tyrion's wry response, before he eyes the menu and puts in an order for meatloaf. That should have the most meat, yes? It is a loaf made out of it.]

That will be a few moments -- before then, anything else I can get for you? Our waitress is currently on her break.

I think I'm fresh out for now.

[He smiles, nodding. Delicious meat in loaf form. ]

Nah, I'm good. Thanks man. I wanna get onto all this information. I got a lot to catch up on.

Well then we'll stick with Shortbread, shall we?

[He nodded, and flipped to the appropriate section - everything he had written down about the vault and what he had seen inside the programming. There were a lot of notes and diagrams as well, as Tyrion tried to puzzle it out on his own.]

Works for me, Shortbread.

[He will do it, Tyrion, don't call his bluff.

Sokka peers in nodding and taking in as much as he can. ]

...Wow, this is some pretty crazy stuff. It's like a goldmine of information after having nothing for so long. No wonder they got all...shooty.

Yes I can see that's going to stick around.

[Is his wry amused response. He continues working on the books, shifting only when Sokka's food arrives.]

It is. I'm not entirely sure how much is valuable -- but I am wondering whether or not it was a trap ... or we got something we shouldn't have.

You love it, really.

[Sokka will start eating, because of course he will. He had a five course meal already today, so he's only a little bit famished. ]

Could be either way. Was there any upswing in ratings for anyone afterwards? That's usually a telltale sign. Them giving us a treat for being good preforming flying lemurs.

Love it, that's something of misnomer.

[He smirked, and tilted his head. That was a rather fancy loaf of meat, but there we go.]

You know ... I do not even know how we would check that.

Is it, though? Is it really?

[It's meat, that is what matters MOST. Sokka probably hasn't even noticed how fancy it is. Tragedy. Crowley would cry.]

Ask people if they got a bunch more credits after it happened, I guess? Though if they had to deal with other drama on top of that, it'd skew the results a little.

I'm not sure if it's growing on me or you've just trying to convince me that it has.

[He nodded his head slowly.]

...That would be a good way to judge, would it not? I shall put up the inquiry in a few days, just to make sure any transactions would have gone through already.

Could be either way. We may never know. It's a mystery~

Cool. I mean, I can still bet we'll be punished for this somehow. I can't see us getting away with nothing, They're too sneaky for that.

Well if this place has taught me anything, it is to appreciate a good mystery. Or at least tolerate one.

[A long sigh.] Of course not. They would never let us off completely free and clear. That would be too generous.

I am absolutely in the 'tolerating' part. And only because I don't have a choice.

[He sure hates NOT KNOWING.]

Of course. Now we have to wait for...whatever they decide to dole out on us. Yaaaay.

I am not entirely sure any of us had a choice to begin with.

[Tyrion's response was wry, but honest.]

...Joy of joys.

Of course not, not even the illusion of choice, here.

We should have a betting pool, on how crappy it'll be. My vote is for memory erasing. They haven't really done that yet. Not en-masse anyway.

Hmm. I would vote for mass airlocking myself. Just clean us all out and start with a new batch of victims.

Huh, that WOULD be a dramatic finish, wouldn't it?

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