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Ten Years Later RP Meme!

That's right folks, it's now time to see how exactly Ten Years on the the Love Boat Good Ship Lollipop Gilligan's Island Stacy has gone by for your characters.

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[8wings.livejournal.com]

"You'd choose tentacles randomly injecting you with this week's mystery formula to a little bordeom? Such a daredevil. Next thing I know, you and Zouichi will be running missions together again."

Zouichi being taller, stronger, and infinitely more battle-worthy than both of them - than both of them combined, for that matter.

"It's only a little conscience." She mimed rocking a baby in her arms, and then tossing it away over her shoulder. "Either you can have me realistic and depressed, or unrealistic and shrug-it-all-off. Your choice, Doctor."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Hey, what I like isn't on trial here. I'm just grilling you." He mock shudders. "I'm fine with never letting Stacy send me out to find some MacGuffin again. I've been electrocuted, half-drowned, attacked by wolves..."

Anwei's probably heard Howard's list of complaints nearly as many times as Zouichi has.

He can't help but smirk a little whenever someone calls him Doctor, teasing or no. He isn't actually a doctor, but he might as well be. "Well, give me an update if feeling sorry for yourself gets old. Last I checked Stacy makes fluoxetine compounds, not sure that'd work on you."

[8wings.livejournal.com]

"Is that what I smelled burning," she said, sniffing a little too obviously.

"I don't have any serotonin levels to tamper with. For me to reset my brain chemistry to optimum, I'd have to Take Time Off." She audibly capitalized those words. "And you know what happens when I try to train backup personnel - they get sick, they dissolve, they get eaten by invisible bears, they get run through GLaDOS until they forget everything...."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"The invisible bears weren't a laughing matter," he says with a face so straight that it's obvious he thinks the invisible bears were hysterical.

[8wings.livejournal.com]

She matched his straight face. The bears had been terrifying mysteries, until they caught someone and tore them apart. Then at least you could find them, by tracking the chewed gobbets of red meat that floated around the corridors, borne along in invisible stomachs.

"Stacy brought along invisible bears, kept them locked away and fed somewhere for who knows how long, and let them get loose and savage the crew rather than help us recapture them. And why? Because somehow, in that squishy green brain of hers, she knew that we'd have to negotiate a treaty with a species that worshipped bears, especially invisible bears, and most especially invisible bears that could perform the Sacred Ritual of the Ball and the Unicycle."

Ever try teaching an invisible bear to dance? Now, that had been hysterical - in the flailing-madness use of the word, not the humorous one.

kjladkjfldskjfdsds *chokes laughing*

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Flailing madness is hysterical in hindsight, though. Especially when you weren't the one armed with a bullwhip and a can of spraypaint trying to get those bears on those unicycles and tightropes. Howard can't help but snicker.

"Yeah, of all the practical jokes Spacey Stacy's played on us, that's one of the most memorable. Too bad we didn't get pictures." Since, you know, invisible. "Our lives are written by crazy people."

Re: kjladkjfldskjfdsds *chokes laughing*

[8wings.livejournal.com]

"And someday Howard, someday," she hunched her head into her shoulders and widened her eyes, wrinkles standing out around them like scars, "a door will open in Stacy, that will let us in instead of letting things out. It will let us access that secret core, that chamber of secrets, where those crazy people live."

Her voice dropped to a growl. "And then we'll get them."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

He shudders. "I can never tell if you're kidding about that or not."

Honestly, as irritated as he is by the circumstances of his life, Howard's aware that he dodged some major bullets compared to other people on the ship - and those who no longer are. Maybe he'd be fine with just smacking his writer in the shins with a tire iron rather than whatever Anwei plans for hers (he imagines it'd include using that mouth).

[8wings.livejournal.com]

What she had in mind for her writer involved a neural mapper, an uninterrupted supply of electricity and irrigation fluid, and time. Endless, pinful time.

She shook her head at him. "You can't open the door from inside the prison, I fear. No, we're just the dancing puppets, and Stacy's tentacles the strings. Someday those strings will slip, and we'll fall."

She sighed, fluttering her lips. "And then there'll be another podpop, and people to replace us, on and on and on. Pop, pop, poppoppoppop...."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Oh for god's sake. Just go slash your wrists already. Remember, it's down the block, not across the street." There's cynical and paranoid, and then there's Anwei's special brand of nihilism and despair.

[8wings.livejournal.com]

"Ah, but you see, for my god's sake I can't. I promised her an interesting death, someday. It will come for me, I'm certain. All I have to do is wait."

She blinked, picking up her medicalrobot and rubbing the sensor behind its head, making it scrabble and claw looking for a wound to suture. "Just wait here. Either death will find me, or Horanckk."

Then she beamed at nothingness. "Or - the war will end, and all our worlds will be remade, and we can all go home with all our new friends and live happily ever after!"

Her tone suggested she didn't believe a word of it.