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returnjourneynet2022-03-12 11:59 am
rank1) wrote in returnjourneynet2022-03-12 11:59 am
#8
[The recording flickers on to the ground, and the toes of red and white skater shoes, flanked by the tattered hems of a pair of jeans. The camera sways, the recorder's attention elsewhere, and there's a peek at a pair of sleek stiletto high heels on a woman's feet. Off-screen, Travis sniggers –– he just can't help it. When he speaks, he's thoroughly self-satisfied:]
Play nice, okay?
[When the camera is finally pulled up, it drags along a pair of long, stockinged legs until it's fixed on a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair. Rouged cheeks, long lashes, the whole package –– she pouts for the camera like a pro. She's wearing a blouse with bishop sleeves and what would normally be a pussybow collar, but it's worn open to the ribs, low enough to reveal the gore of her bra. (It might be a little familiar.)
She is flesh and blood and bone. No foam to be found here.]
What do you think of the ship so far, Sylvia? Sweet digs, right?
[Sylvia tosses her hair over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. When she speaks, it’s with a French accent and an attitude.]
It is a prison. I’ve seen worse. One of you had better be a trained manicurist!
[Travis scoffs and wheels the camera around so he's in the shot, too. He reaches an arm out to her. She checks her nails and sighs before stepping under Travis’s arm, wrapping her own around him and resting her head against his chest. She pouts, turning big doe eyes up at him.]
At least I have you, darling. You’ll protect me, right?
[Travis's eyes widen briefly, but he doubles down to declare:]
Of course, baby. Best ten tickets I ever spent.
[Yes, this is the most obnoxious video the network will ever have. Fortunately, it is over: the feed cuts off there. Just be glad Travis isn't into PDA.
And no, Travis has not become a VFX specialist. Sylvia, a flesh and blood human being who is totally not someone else, can be found with Travis around the ship. Maybe you'll catch them eating lunch together with food taken from the mess hall, with Travis waving down anyone who shows even a glimmer of interest to introduce his wife. Maybe you've stepped into the observatory and found them on a weird little "date", arguing about the multiverse –– Travis seems to approach the subject from a purely sci-fantasy approach, while Sylvia's take is more grounded in reality. Or you've just stepped into the gym, and here's Sylvia bored as Travis lifts increasingly heavy things in an attempt to impress her. Or just around!! You do you!! In-person meetings may happen before the network post because William is gonna come down on Travis' ass ASAP after this post.]
Play nice, okay?
[When the camera is finally pulled up, it drags along a pair of long, stockinged legs until it's fixed on a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair. Rouged cheeks, long lashes, the whole package –– she pouts for the camera like a pro. She's wearing a blouse with bishop sleeves and what would normally be a pussybow collar, but it's worn open to the ribs, low enough to reveal the gore of her bra. (It might be a little familiar.)
She is flesh and blood and bone. No foam to be found here.]
What do you think of the ship so far, Sylvia? Sweet digs, right?
[Sylvia tosses her hair over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. When she speaks, it’s with a French accent and an attitude.]
It is a prison. I’ve seen worse. One of you had better be a trained manicurist!
[Travis scoffs and wheels the camera around so he's in the shot, too. He reaches an arm out to her. She checks her nails and sighs before stepping under Travis’s arm, wrapping her own around him and resting her head against his chest. She pouts, turning big doe eyes up at him.]
At least I have you, darling. You’ll protect me, right?
[Travis's eyes widen briefly, but he doubles down to declare:]
Of course, baby. Best ten tickets I ever spent.
[Yes, this is the most obnoxious video the network will ever have. Fortunately, it is over: the feed cuts off there. Just be glad Travis isn't into PDA.
And no, Travis has not become a VFX specialist. Sylvia, a flesh and blood human being who is totally not someone else, can be found with Travis around the ship. Maybe you'll catch them eating lunch together with food taken from the mess hall, with Travis waving down anyone who shows even a glimmer of interest to introduce his wife. Maybe you've stepped into the observatory and found them on a weird little "date", arguing about the multiverse –– Travis seems to approach the subject from a purely sci-fantasy approach, while Sylvia's take is more grounded in reality. Or you've just stepped into the gym, and here's Sylvia bored as Travis lifts increasingly heavy things in an attempt to impress her. Or just around!! You do you!! In-person meetings may happen before the network post because William is gonna come down on Travis' ass ASAP after this post.]
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... This is someone's idea of a sick joke, right? Bringing you here right after--
[He looks from Sylvia with that question, then to Travis.]
I wouldn't put it past the Admiralty to do this just cuz they thought they were being funny or something. [He doesn't like this one bit.]
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If it's a joke, I'm running with it as far as I can take it. Besides, she deserves to be here too. She's just as fucked up as me.
[He says it like he's being funny, but he's being sincere, too.]
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You are cruel, Travis. How could I deserve prison in a spaceship? I'm getting motion sick just thinking about it.
[She turns to Theo, raising an eyebrow.]
Maybe I ought to give you a chance after all. At least you agree this is a sick joke.
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She must be, to be married to a guy like you.
[And for her to end up as a prisoner, the same as them.
A thought strikes Theo, and he looks to Sylvia.]
Did you come here willingly, then? As in, they asked you, you agreed? Did you know he was here already?
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Yes, the Navarch asked me personally. But I did not know he was here until I arrived. It's good to have him here. Even if he is in jail.
[Glare.]
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[Theo looks between them both again. Thinking. This was strange, sure, but not out of the realm of possibility. Few things were, here.]
I guess you lucked out. Or something. Boggles my mind that anyone would come to this place willingly, though. Hopefully you won't regret that decision.
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[There's a note of bitterness there, but he moves right along.]
Why would a warden regret this?
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Or does he just think that Sylvia might have kept him from dying?
In any case, Sylvia nods in agreement at Travis' point.]
I'm planning on getting a big payout on all this. Maybe you should consider shaping up and becoming a warden yourself someday. The benefits are spectacular.
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[Theo can't help but think that wardens are a little out of their minds to take up a job like this, no matter what the reward might be.
He scoffs at Sylvia's idea of becoming one.]
Yeah, right. I'm out of here the second I can be. Nothing's worth it.
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[A sidelong glance at Sylvia.]
Second honeymoon, right?
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I'm pretty sure if you graduate you just go home. You've got a second chance, but you don't just get a free spaceship to fuck off with.