053: To See a World in a Grain of Sand

[contract_star]

[Hei appears on the Plane looking thoroughly bemused. His feet are bare and covered in sand and his pantlegs are rolled up, exposing his ankles. He looks around the Plane, frowning and rubbing the back of his head in confusion. Then he drops from the Plane.]

[He reappears only a few minutes later with a palm full of sand. He turns his hand over and lets it trickle out onto the Plane floor.]

Hafta admit, this is a new one.


[ooc: Experiment start!]

Comments

[mercwamouth]

...Hang on a sec.

[Pops out, pops back with a volleyball with a red handprint for a face and palm tree leaves sticking out of it]

Say hi to Wilson. He'll be keeping you company.

[contract_star]

Um...

...why?

[mercwamouth]

To help you combat the loneliness. Someone to talk to. Duh.

[contract_star]

But why is it...I mean, I don't really need anyone to talk to. I can still come and go from here fine, it's just...my reality is nothing but an island. And lots of ocean.

[mercwamouth]

Well Skipper, sounds like you either got drunk and woke up on the set of "Lost", or the Twins are giving you a mandatory break from reality.

Either way, you're better off not thinking too much about it.

[contract_star]

But it's an island...I've never even really liked beaches all that much. It doesn't make sense.

[mercwamouth]

Since when did the Twins care about what you like?

Besides, you could use some sun. You're too pale.

[contract_star]

But why would they do something like this? Why not...it's just an island. It's...I mean it's nice. Why would they do something nice for me? There should be...I don't know, horrible monsters on the island or something, or some kind of psychological trauma...they've never done anything nice for anyone.

[mercwamouth]

'Tis the season. Or... at least it twas. Plus they fucked you over big time with the last one. Maybe they think they owe you one.

Besides, it's only the first day. Psychological trauma might be just around the corner.

[contract_star]

This is the Twins we're talking about.

You're probably right.

[mercwamouth]

These are the Twins. Just because you're stuck on a desert island doesn't mean you can get lazy with the grammar, young man.

But hey, enjoy the peace and quiet while you can.

[contract_star]

How can I enjoy it if I'm looking over my shoulder all the time, expecting--hell, I don't even know. Maybe the ocean will turn into acid or something.

[mercwamouth]

So don't go swimming.

[contract_star]

Then maybe the coconuts are poisoned.

[mercwamouth]

Well then you're fucked.

[contract_star]

[Sighs.]

[mercwamouth]

Or, y'know, you could just eat food here.

[contract_star]

...True.

[mercwamouth]

Or maybe they expect you to question everything. Maybe the joke is that nothing is dangerous but it's driving you insane anyway. If so, it seems to be working.

[contract_star]

What? I'm not insane.

[mercwamouth]

No, but you will be at this rate.

...Sure you don't want Wilson?

[contract_star]

I don't want the volleyball.

[mercwamouth]

Aww, but you'll hurt his feelings.

[contract_star]

I'm okay with that.

[mercwamouth]

Monster.