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Hey so

I've been screwing around with the network connecting the communications devices a little. I know there's no Spotify here, no internet, not a lot of music, which sucks. My MP3 player came here with me, so I figured maybe some people might like to have at least a few options. It might not necessarily be to everyone's taste, but it's better than nothing (probably).

I've uploaded the contents to the database, you should be able to access it or send/receive songs at any time.

Turns out they already had some music on there too, so you can poke around theirs and see if you find something you like more. I haven't gotten to go through it all, but at least some of it looks like 21st century Earth stuff.

Sidenote: you're welcome to criticize the contents of my MP3 player, just know that I've never felt shame in my life & I can and will sing all of these karaoke style to your face. IDK if you really want to live through that experience.

( feel free to threadjack as you like )

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[He appreciates that Ian is trying, but it's not even a little difficult to tell how uncomfortable he seems with all of this. And while Lance would typically like to push a little, he doesn't necessarily think that'll help; he's made the point, and it's up to Ian to decide what--if anything--to do.

Besides, Ian had given him time to think about things, so the least he can do is extend the same courtesy. But he does still decide to add a last remark on the topic, giving a small shrug as he reaches for his drink again.]

Maybe you are. But maybe it doesn't matter if you're predictable, because life isn't.

[He's learned this the hard way, over and over. But that said, surely Ian will have at least a little time to think about this before something happens, right?]

( That weird background sense of being about to tip over something lessens, and he thumbs at his drink again. Credit to his assertion, his posture's just as soft as it normally is, and his voice is just as raspy-slow. Beneath it, he's trying to figure out whether he feels guilty or relieved. Maybe a little bit of both, jury's out.

After a contemplative beat, he takes a drink and clears his throat at the tail end of the swallow. )

I don't think Nate ever really had a good picture of what it was like. I don't know if you do, either. I've mentioned it once and a while, but... It seemed like it blew his mind when he found out I went with you on that run.

( Which, by the way, he appreciates that Lance didn't seem to second guess him. )

I'm pretty sure what he's got in his head is that I just... took road trip up to Oregon, holed up safely in a cabin doing engineering things every day, and that was it.

( He's sort of... got a point he's getting to, somewhere he's trying to go with this. He hasn't really mapped out the dialogue tree in his head, but he'll find a good way to connect the dots at some point in this conversation. Thank you, alcohol, for helping muffle out that third and fourth layer of thinking where he tries to predict what Lance will say before he says it. )

[ he'd give her shit for that snarky reply if she wasn't talking about doing something nice for him. ]

And I'll be passing judgement on those decisions regardless when they involve me.

There might be some worth in looking through the archives, though.

That's okay, I'm sure the faithful have enough to get their heads around, what with the whole hatching in outer space situation.

[Well, he insisted he's not the boss of her! It's not her fault if she takes him up on that.]

What else do you want me to do with my free time? Roll up into that ratty hammock at night and turn into a slug the moment it gets dark?

I'd rather do something useful. So, if I find anything interesting, I'll send it to you. Is that acceptable?

Yeah, it sucked a little, I can't lie.

( Hilarious understatement. )

Alright, planet Nina is out. Let's try out some other options. You have a favorite color? Favorite song? Favorite bird or animal or something? What do you like?

Ah, yeah, that sounds a little bit different than who we met.

I'm not actually sure if I'm disappointed or relieved.

I can say with complete honesty, that is 100% without a doubt music

( it's okay Sam. ian dodges everybody's questions forever and then one day he'll die. )

nice
I visited new orleans once, it was nice
no Berkeley, but nice

( a little pleasant, mild ribbing about home city superiority. Seems safer than touching on the latter parts, which could be sensitive. )

A little bit. I suppose hostile omnicidal aliens can come in several types. You call yours... judges? The fortunate thing with Prodryans is that they're incapable of uniting. Less than a quarter of them are ever actively engaging in hostilities with us at once. The unfortunate thing is that that's enough to hold its own against the entire Krakau Alliance, even with our superior technology and human soldiers. They breed to fill their environments so that a single pair in a new colony can have a hundred offspring in a year, and it only takes three short generations for a few thousand to become a billion.

Not exactly, but it's been following me around through an apocalypse and a little involuntary time travel, so I think it might be a permanent fixture at this point.

Glad it helps improve the quality of life.

You're extremely welcome.

Good point
There's always that giant fucking dragon to worship.

Pretty much, yeah. That's basically the only thing they ever said to us, we didn't have much else to go off of.

Kind of wish they would have just told us they were assholes like yours did, it would've been a way better nickname.

I don't have the slightest fucking clue how the ones back home breed, if they even do. I do know they're pretty united, and unfortunately I don't think it would've taken more than a handful of ships for them to wipe us out, let alone the couple hundred they sent.

Still, if you wanna send a couple Krakau our way when you get back home, I'm sure we wouldn't complain about the help

(that's a joke)

[Lance nods, listening, and although he isn't too sure of where Ian's going with this--though since Ian isn't sure himself, that's probably to be expected--he is glad that he's continuing to talk about his world.

But it's not just about his world, it's about Nate, and what Nate thinks of him. So although the answer is pretty apparent, Lance's next question is more to encourage Ian to continue than anything else.]

Does that bother you, that he seems to think that?

( He clicks his teeth a little, shakes his head slowly. )

It's not... really about what he thinks as much as it is about what he doesn't think. It's-- the shit we had to do...

( He chews the inside of his cheek for a second, muting his frustration back down again and collecting his thoughts before he picks back up. )

We didn't make it out of the city for six weeks. We were on the road for more like six months, moving around just to find places to... survive for a couple days, because we had nowhere to go. There were-- they had these ships that kind of acted like giant magnets, they're quiet right up until they aren't. They use them to rip entire buildings up out of the ground and compact them for transport. It took months to find Crater Lake, and it's not like everything was just magically fine after that. Everybody still went on runs. Everybody still had to go out every week or something, and... deal with all that shit. Patrols that would sweep in and drag you off to a work camp if you got caught, the building you're in maybe getting ripped up before you can make it out, other people- other humans being fucking... crazy.

( As humans are wont to do.

And, yeah, now he knows what he was trying to work toward without yet being able to articulate it —)

My point is, I dealt with stuff way worse than this and I did it without either of you guys, and I was fine then. I know how to keep it together, unpredictable feelings or not. That-- this-- was normal for me like three times longer than I've known you. I'm more used to this than New Amsterdam. Neither of you guys need to worry about me as much as it seems like you are.

[He's taking in the information and laying out a little mental timeline, as this is all good to know and fills in a lot about Ian's situation, but he's not too impressed with the conclusion of it all. He considers calling Ian out directly on how no one ever says they're 'fine' if they're actually fine, but he decides to be less direct.

So instead, as he reaches for his drink again, he offers gently--]

Knowing how to deal with something doesn't necessarily make it any easier to do so.

[Just because he can live like this doesn't mean it's good for him, just like it's not good for Lance, or for Nate, or any number of other people here. Experience, especially when that experience is traumatic, doesn't make it suddenly okay to be going through something similar again.

But he has the feeling Ian is not really open to being pushed on this any further, considering how firm that doubling down was, so he follows up with a lighter comment in case Ian wants to let the conversation shift.]

Except for the terrible food. You do get kind of immune to that after awhile.

( He's not sure why he's half expecting that Lance will be annoyed with him after the pretty direct opposition, the firm stance on a point he's being stubborn about. Maybe because his only real frame of reference for something like this in the last decade has been with Kyna, and it seems like every time he stood his ground with her it wound up devolving into something... Weird.

But there's no tension in Lance, there's no hurt or offended look being leveled at him, no indignation, nothing that makes him feel guilty about it. It shouldn't be a surprise, those things are all pretty well outside of Lance's typical demeanor. All the same, a few muscles in his shoulders and back relax slightly. )

Yeah, that...

( He agrees with weary enthusiasm. )

That one does eventually stick. On the bright side, in like six months when we happen to find an alien box of Cap'n Crunch, it's gonna blow your fuckin' mind.

( Speaking from personal experience over here. Getting stoned and eating sugary breakfast cereal for the first time after a long and shitty winter was like a transcendental experience. )

I'm kind of surprised people aren't doing that already.

I like too many things to name a planet after them. No other planet names have anything so personal. When you think about it, the elements are rather universal.

I absolutely, humbly agree! [He is taking it as a compliment, it's fine.]

Soooo. Are you, uh, going to add it to your playlist? I also have more.

[She is going to download so much music, thank you sir. Anyways, he grabs her attention with that comment. How could he not, considering the situation right now?]

What? Time travel? You mean that's happened to you more than once?

How?

Why is your luck so terrible?

My opinion clearly won't change your mind.

If the hammock is bothering you, I can unzip a space for you somewhere.

[ that's not answering the question ]

[Oh my god.]

It won't change my mind because I haven't done anything wrong.

[Meet her in the pit, Bruno. As for his offer...she actually likes being able to abscond when she wants...would she even be able to do it in zipper space?]

The hammock is not the issue.

[The turn to lighter conversation is fine with him, both because they've each been a lot more honest than usual and that's exhausting, and because it's a process. A little bit of progress is enough, and pushing harder right now won't do any good.

He's glad to see Ian's posture relax just a little, and so does his own as he shifts out of his intensely engaged countenance and into his more casual one.]

Ephemera brought me eggrolls like my first day in the safehouse, and after Hadriel that blew my mind too. I'm pretty sure he thought I hadn't eaten in a week.

[He's only slightly exaggerating, but wow had that been good food even without real meat in it.]

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