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[rank1]

travistouchdowncrownlessking

INMATE OF THE S.F.S. PEREGRINE

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silco;

[kaijuice]

Can you type yet?

[ there's like, blood in here. someone probably got cuffed. ]

travistouchdowncrownlessking

[rank1]

Like a fucking champ!

[Now that Archimedes replaced his communicator and he is no longer shackled to a table, anyway.]

[kaijuice]

Good. It's about time someone spoke the truth.

[ what truth, doesn't matter. don't care. ]

around the time when either rhys pops out of solitary or waver tells volk what happened -

[aposeme]

[(Not sure what's going to end up getting backdated to be first at this point so bear with us.)]

If you're actually alive and reading this I want to apologize for

[Deletes that. Doesn't send. Can't think of how to phrase it. He clicks on audio.]

I should have stuck with you. I... thought you were dead until about four minutes ago. I'm sorry. I - ugh.

I'm not doing well with the space thing. I'm doing bad.

Maybe being there wouldn't have changed anything, but whatever happened I should have helped move us forward.

You are actually alive, right? If I'm about to get the owl making a dial tone noise I'm going to be pissed.

video

[rank1]

[Travis Touchdown listens to this and turns on the video feed to reveal the boring, textureless ceiling of one of the hallways. In a voice that is a truly terrible imitation of Archimedes:]

Hello, Mr. Volk. You have reached the inbox of the deadest motherfucker on the ship, Travis Touchdown––

[Okay this impression is bad. He rakes a hand through his hair so it's a little more upright, adjusts his shades on his nose, and he jerks the phone to focus on his face instead.

Tahdah! Here's one Travis Touchdown, in one piece. This is now a walk-and-talk vlog type affair.]

I'm just pulling your leg, I'm fine. And hey, don't worry about it. You probably would have lost your shit out there. I realized there was fucking nothing out there, figured there was no way off-planet, so it went sideways pretty fast.

[A pause, presumably a thoughtful one, but that expression just looks vacant on Travis.]

But you know, without you... we really were missing the brains of the operation.

happy birthday sylvia

[kaijuice]

[ unaware of any CLOTHING HEISTS ongoing in claire's dryer, a hawaiian shirt has been folded and left on top of — uh —

sylvia's bunk.

don't get chilly xo ]

[rank1]

[Travis knows Sylvia she could kill him for displaying her in something as boorish and tacky as a Hawaiian shirt, so he makes a compromise: he puts it on her and styles it so it's tied up in the front, Daisy Duke style.

An Attempt Was Made.]

j.barnes, backdated to the day after "date night"

[counterstep]

so how was date night?

( because he needs to know how this even works when she can't literally answer him. or eat. or. well. date. )

[rank1]

Oh, you know. Not many candles on board, but plenty of moonlight. I had to do most of the work, but she’ll take whatever I give her. Had to make it count, considering it was our last date night for a while.

l.morningstar

[dealwiththe]

Meet me at the gym, tomorrow at noon.

[ A Plan, it is happening. ]

l.morningstar

[rank1]

You got it.

We doing arms? Legs? Core?

text | c.fraser | idk when

[nineteenfortyfive]

[At first she was like, whatever, but she remembered this crazy assassin does have emotions, so--]

How long did it take you to figure out it was Loki?

text | travistouchdowncrownlessking

[rank1]

A couple minutes. "She" started threatening to fuck another guy as payback for "objectifying" her.

Rhy$.$trongfork

[smugreport]

A heat sealing katana. What's that look like? A big hotknife?

[rank1]

It’s a beam katana. Like a lightsaber.

j.todd

[theartofmadness]

how'd it go? i fell asleep

( the fight, that is. or whatever it was that ended up happening. )

Re: j.todd

[rank1]

The lil shit jumped me. I gave him a couple runs at it but he kept coming at me head on, blinded by rage. I appreciated it.

a.starkov

[solmate]

So

Did your eyesight come back?

Eventually right?

[ What a great thing to be asking in text form. ]

Text | travistouchdowncrownlessking

[rank1]

What’s that? You’re going to have to talk out loud, I’m blind and can’t see the fucking screen.

[A thing he’d totally be typing blind, of course.]

Rhy$.$trongfork

[smugreport]

Check it out 👉👉

[ attached: PONG2.exe ]

It's just the beta, and Archie will need to execute it for you on your device, but you're getting the first look at the program as agrred.

[rank1]

Oh shit, that's great. You ever make things more complicated than this, or is this just what they let you make here?

bhujerba 📸

[omniavincit]

[ On the second night of port, Travis receives, without caption or commentary, a dozen or so pictures—mostly of airships, docked or in flight, but also a distant early-morning shot of the Marquis' mansion, the crystal flaring from it like enormous tongues of blue flame; a contented-looking chocobo, its eyes closed; and what might look like an ordinary patch of sky but is actually a glimpse over the edge of the city.

William's not a photographer and there's no self-conscious artistry here—some of the flying ships are little more than colorful blurs—but he's struck by details and patterns, the wings of a steeling fixed to a ship's bow, the needlelike procession of grates along a ship's side. ]

[rank1]

[On this second night, the buzz of his communicator snaps him out of idle thoughts. Travis wipes a hand off on his shorts and fumbles to find his communicator amidst his rumpled bedding, and squints at the whole-ass gallery incoming from William. The green-eyed monster in him says fuck this, I hate this F***l F**nt**y-type bullshit anyway. I don't care, who cares? Why would anyone care? But oh, fuck, he thumbs back and forth between these photos four times, indulging in the kind of FOMO he'd usually squash. How often do you miss out on a place like that? He could kick himself.

He taps out:]

You're killing me, bro.

[And half a moment later:]

Get to fight anything cool?

text; j.todd

[theartofmadness]

our wardens are getting drunk without us.

text

[rank1]

Fuck, I’d drink too if I got that file.