NO SELF CONTROL, WHAT AM I DOING HALP

[greeterings]

I hope you realize that in terms of bad ideas, this falls somewhere between skydiving while using a hand-towel instead of a parachute, and getting between a ravenous Bugsplatter Beast and a Blorgon grandmother.

I mean, good gravy, you hardly know anything about me yet. You'll enjoy the inevitable retconning that's in store for you, I'm sure! Just have fun in the meantime.

Comments

[bluematters]

Bad ideas do go hand in hand with impulsiveness.

[greeterings]

[WELL, YOU LOOK STRANGELY FAMILIAR... now where has he seen that face before?]

Yes, but there's impulsiveness, and then there's foolhardiness, precipitancy, recklessness, and other such words that I just looked up in the thesaurus. This one in particular is spectacularly bad.

[bluematters]

[HEY THERE MASKED STRANGER. Nope there's a chuckle.]

Not always a bad thing, but then again that can always tie in with a bit of dumb luck and all depends on what it's all being applied to in the end. Quite a few discoveries were born out of some odd combination.

[greeterings]

[No, seriously, he just can't quite place your face... and Six doesn't get out much, so it's not like you could be someone he ran into at the supermarket...]

Very true! Dumb luck as a resource is greatly underestimated by most of the science community. Accidents and weird coincidences have been the catalyst for many of my family's...

[Wait. Wait just a minute, something about the word 'family' just flipped a mental switch and OH GOD YOU LOOK JUST LIKE THE GUY IN THE PORTRAITS IN THE 'HALL OF DECEASED WALTERS'

... brb, brain broken, someone just realized that he's talking to the ancestor who started his entire family's legacy, please hold.]



... eep.

[bluematters]

[The man that knows a thing or two about discoveries out of dumb luck, yep.

He's got that affect of breaking the brains of people from long after he's gone, yep. Good thing there's no expression to be seen as Peter will likely go on clueless untill dear old great grandson says something.]

It certainly is, most are a bit to prideful to even admitt dumb luck may have ever played a part in any of their own discoveries. Lead me to one of my own greatest-

Something troubling you? [Nope he caught that sound.]

[greeterings]

[ASDFGHJK;K; BACKPEDAL BACKPEDAL BACKPEDAL]

Nope! Nothing! N-not at all!


... Just out of curiousity, you haven't fallen through any space-time vortexes lately, have you? Or stepped into any strangely-coloured phone boxes or defunct model cars from the 80s?

[bluematters]

[TOO LATE TOO LATE ABORT ABORT.]

'Fraid not, but it is something about this place in particular that can bring together people of different times. Even worlds. Can admit that I thought I might've fiddled too much with something of mine and sent myself through a rift.

Part of the danger with working with a matter that can be so unstable, I suppose.

[greeterings]

[WHAT IS THIS CONVERSATION EVEN oh jeez oh jeez]

Oh, is that ever for sure...

[And now he's more or less just muttering to himself, KEEP IT COOL PETER VI, DON'T WIG OUT]

I don't remember falling through any rifts... I was sure that most of them had been stabilized by now...

[bluematters]

It's very likely that you didn't-

[Wait, hold up. It is very, very rare that someone would even... WHAT IS THIS.]

... Blue matter rifts?

[malfunctionbot]

HI, SIX.

[greeterings]

[VOLUME, RABBIT. OW.]

Rabbit, I'm right here! There's no need to shout, yeesh!

[malfunctionbot]

WHAT WAS THAT? I C-CAN'T HEAR YA.

[greeterings]

[Not sure if trolling... wait, no, this is Rabbit, definitely trolling.]

IF YOU'RE HAVING TROUBLE HEARING ME, MAYBE YOUR AUDIORECEPTORS NEED A GOOD TUNE-UP.

[malfunctionbot]

WHAT? [Leaning forward obnoxiously at that, copper palm cupped around his ear. Oh, something must actually be wrong for Rabbit to not go scampering away at the mention of a tune-up.]

[greeterings]

[... Well, dang. This actually seems serious. Just give him a second to reach inside that ridiculous fur coat and pull out a notepad and pencil. Talking isn't working, so let's try writing!]

I MAY NEED TO CHECK YOUR AUDIORECEPTORS.

[malfunctionbot]

[A squint before Rabbit is hopping back nosily-] Nope! Nope! I d-d-don't-don't need it! I'm fine!

[greeterings]

[OH NO YOU DON'T MISTER. Peter leans back on his heels and waits a few beats, humming something under his breath, before scribbling down another note.]

WHAT TUNE DID I JUST HUM.

[awfulsentimetal]

Been readin' that Guide again, Peter?

[greeterings]

Of course! You can't go wrong with the classics.

[awfulsentimetal]

I'm not sure most people'd consider the 80s classic. They only had the one song, after all.

[Is he teasing? He might be teasing.]

[greeterings]

[JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE REALLY OLD SPINE, JEEZ]

But they had at least three Douglas Adams books, and that has to count for something!

[awfulsentimetal]

[CAN'T HELP THAT YOU KIDS ALL THINK EVERYTHING PRE-MID-90s IS OLD]

I suppose it might. Maybe. I dunno, does Douglas Adams make up for the shoulder pads and big hair?

[greeterings]

[HOW ABOUT PRE-1900'S, THAT'S DEFINITELY OLD.

Also, you are talking to someone who wears cargo shorts, sweatervests and giant fur coats. What is fashion sense and how does it work?]

Well, the hair was a little excessive I'll admit, but the shoulder pads could work under certain circumstances, if they were restrained!

[awfulsentimetal]

[... Can't actually argue that. That's antique is what it is.

Son, let me take you aside and teach you about snappy dressin'.]

Nobody was restrainin' them back then. The bigger the better. Just like the hair.

[greeterings]

[GIANT FUR COATS ARE TOTALLY SNAPPY OKAY ROBO-UNCLE]

Yeesh, that sounds hazardous! I wonder how many people had their eyes poked out by them before they were finally tamed.