Headed to ataraxion

[unheroic]

Mundie, Mundie.

Don't be so fuckin' indecisive, and send that stupid thing you've been working at in already. Me and Fishface have been sittin' it out in your headspace for what feels like ages. You're nearly there. Remember the little train that tugged, be the little fuckin' train and tug.

Not that I'm all thrilled you're sending me up there with all those batshit nutters to survive the final frontier with.

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[satana]

You're kidding me, right? You're gonna let yourself get bossed around by some mighty bitch who just happens to have the keyboard?

Tell her who's really got the junk in this relationship.

[unheroic]

Oi, catty. cattt~y. It's called bein' diplo-fuckin'-matic. That keyboard's done shite things for my love life.

If your so damn concerned bout my junk, I can show you if you fancy it.

[satana]

And I'm not saying it's my first time seeing adult wang - really, it happens, and it's way better than whatever pencils the high schoolers are trying to pass off as the real deal - but do you ever do the age check thing? I mean, seriously. Lawsuit.

[unheroic]

Age is a number. I've gone for younger. Offered them candy and all that jazz.

Meant to be sarcastic, didn't think you were properly interested.

[satana]

Pedophilia jokes. Cute. You must be all the rage at the inmate comedy club.

Sorry, pal. You're missing a few bits I usually like to prefer.

[statsraaden]

[Oh dear, yet another fine young man who can't decide if he's happy to come to Ax or not. Oh well, why bother responding to that. Stats will sell out the place to you instead.]
As someone who's already in, I can tell you the place is as crazy as you think it is, if not more. Someone even tried to take people as hostages when he arrived, and it almost ended badly. [Good thing Stats wasn't there. It was bad enough for everyone involved; he would have made things worse.]
And recently there's been a fight in the showers. [Oh, dear, the fight. Stats was right there and couldn't do anything. Except text the doctors to come and pick up the injured partie(s).]

[unheroic]

Hostages yeah? In a funny haha-hostages way or a frowny oh-no-hostages way?

[ Because to Kane Suzrou these were two separate things ]

Can anyone toss a proper punch round here?

[statsraaden]

The 'oh-no' version. [what, there's a funny version? WAT.] Luckily, the hostage's friends were there and could stop it before it went too far. [And Stats would have blamed himself for not being there if it did. He would have blamed himself even if he'd been there, though.]

Someone even set up a fight club of sorts. And another set up self-defence classes. I'm in the latter. I can't fight. [Seriously, he cannot. He had his nose broken once, by a very short guy who since thinks he's the shit. Well, he thinks he's the shit anyway.] I wish I didn't need these lessons. [Thanks to Very Short Guy, mostly.]

[unheroic]

Yeah, this is where I insert that friendship saves quotes and all that lark. Probably quote some biblical shit.

But fight club ya say? - [ He'll start throwing fake punches in the air ] - Sounds like my kinda place. Who you takin lessons from? You're a big guy; just stand there an' Flex.

[statsraaden]

Well, it worked, right? [why wouldn't it, that's also what friends ar for, what do you mean they're not]

Yes, a fight club. Ask Dean Winchester, he's the founder. I myself are taking lessons from someone who calls himself Agent North Dakota. North for short. Yes, I'm rather big, but I'm non-violent, this is why I have no training whatsoever. I'm only getting started. [And man is it difficult to stop pulling punches. Stats is not a tall ship anymore there.]

i apologize in advance for her ONE WORD ANSWERS sob.

[wiretap]

Fishface.

NEVER /LOVES ON ABERDEEEEEEN

[unheroic]

Yeah, she's all aquatic an' shit. She glubs too. Which is stupid; cause I don't think fish make glubbin noises. I don't think they make noises period.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS (in space) UNITE

[wiretap]

[ Aberdeen blinks at him slowly. She's tempted to make a fish noise at him, but thankfully she's not actually that immature. ]

Interesting company.

THEY COULD FORM A COMITTEE

[unheroic]

Better to keep the interestin' ones. You ain't the chatty sort or did I do something to offend?

[ He's resisted the temptation to imitate. ]

IT'D BE A PRETTY SWANK COMMITTEE LBR

[wiretap]

I don't like people.

[ That's the official line, at least. In truth, Aberdeen likes people plenty, but only certain people and in a very particular way. It's easier just to make the blanket statement. If people didn't want to bother, then they'd fuck off and spare her the trouble. ]

[equalize]

What makes you so sure that you're not a 'batshit nutter'? That might just be the reason why she's sending you away.

[unheroic]

Didn't say I wasn't. Have you seen that place? Fuckin insane. Ya wake up in a fuckin tube of kool-aid gelatin.

[equalize]

Oh yes, how scandalous.

[EYEROLLING]

Try not to break a nail while you're there. It'd be such a tragedy.

[unheroic]

Tipped off the tabloids.

[ He checks his nails, they are bitten to death and terrible ]

Shakespeare looks at my life and goes: 'Man, now that's catharsis,'.

[notmydiagnosis]

[ Have a familiar psychologist look somehow disappointed at the other's words. ]

'Batshit nutters'?

[unheroic]

Oi, Cheekbones. You ain't exempt from that category.

[constructum]

'Batshit nutters', really, is that what you think of us?

[ yes, she is just going to be looking at you now, obviously not amused. ]

[unheroic]

Hush, darling. The kool-aid gelatin might've addled your brain. Not always your fault.

[constructum]

[ a huff. because could she be anymore insulted by that. no ]

What will that make you then? Obviously if you join us in this goo, wouldn’t that be making you batshit nutter also?

And darling, yeah, that is in no way flattering.

[unheroic]

See. That's the thing. If my research is right, it's a monthly goo thing. So no matter what the situation is, you'll have been more exposed to the goo cause you got gooed on first.

Wasn't trying to be. If I was trying to flatter I'd put a smirk on and offer you a drink.