[020]

[oliverplus]

[there is a new building on the Plane! or, rather, a room--from the TARDIS, to be exact. Oliver has propped its door open with an oddly-shaped metal canister, allowing the Plane's residents to see that the room basically consists of an outside ledge around a giant ball pit. yes, a ball pit--filled to the brim with shiny, multicolored, hollow plastic balls]

[Oliver is standing in the doorway of the room, looking nervous but hopeful, and holding a gun] I figured we could use a break after, you know, everything. And I... [his expression slips slightly, but only for an instant] Well. I want everybody to have a chance for some fun. I wasn't sure I'd be able to get it all here, but it worked!

And this might make things even more interesting. Watch! [grinning, he turns to face into the room. first, he fires the gun at the ceiling, creating an oval outlined in blue. then he fires again, into the corner of the pit this time. anyone watching can now just see the edges of an orange oval in the pit. there are now two ovals rather like these. the balls around the orange one are pouring into it--only to reappear falling out of the blue hole in the ceiling. this is creating a sort of ball waterfall, which due to momentum is causing lots of flying balls as well. a few even go rolling out the doorway]

What do you think? Jump in!

Comments

[oliverplus]

[Oliver is very glad that isn't the sort of gun you can shoot yourself with]

[smiles sheepishly, scratching his head] Well, I guess it worked, then?

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah. The Dethalbum is pretty, I dunno, mundane I guess. Songs about taxes, school, shit like that. Song that reminds me of my last girlfriend.

[He stops shooting the gun to look over it entirely, examining it, then he tosses it back to Oliver.]

I went back to more fantasy and scifi shit for Dethalbum II. The only sort of 'mundane' one is Bloodlines. I like writing that sort of stuff better. People can't like, fucking empathize with it or connect with it? But it's where I'm at, you know, artistically. Fucking space and time travel and cyborgs and abuses of science and, uh, Gods.

[oliverplus]

[catches the gun and gives Nathan an amused smile] Well, you might know a few people. But hey, whatever you like doing most!

[onehundredbeers]

Hah. Yeah, no, of those things I listed, only like, cyborgs is covered. Knubbler and Twinkletits. They're, uh, cyborgs. Technically. We don't have time travel or Gods or anything, if that's what you're thinking.

[oliverplus]

I didn't mean people on your Earth! But...wow. Cyborgs, too!

[onehundredbeers]

Well, usually we sell to people from my Earth, so I was speaking... in those... terms. Anyway, yeah. Knubbler's eyes exploded from oceanic pressure so we had new ones made for us. Twinkletits, our therapist? Tried to kill us, fell out a window, had his arms ripped off by wolves, and we had new robot arms made for him. So, uh, they're technically cyborgs.

[oliverplus]

Good point!

[okay, his jaw just dropped] And he's still alive!?

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah! Twinkletits is a really good therapist. He can be a total dick? But we still use him, you know? And now he has cool robot arms.

[oliverplus]

If you say so... [Nathan, your world is frightening] Anyway, thanks again for the CDs!

[onehundredbeers]

[Lies, his world is normal.]

It's cool, like I said. I'd just use them for coasters or break them otherwise. Totally useless to me.

[And he slips off the subject to:]

Where the fuck did you get a ball pit, anyway?

[oliverplus]

[looks a bit sheepish] The Doctor's ship.

[onehundredbeers]

...The Doctor kept a ball pit on his boat?

[I am fairly certain he has not been informed of the TARDIS. At all. :|a]

[oliverplus]

[laughs] No, his spaceship! His time machine.

[onehundredbeers]

[Oh my god.]

Whoa, seriously? I mean, okay, I figured... he had some sort of time machine, but it's like, a spaceship that's huge enough for a ball pit? Man. Fuck. I'm still jealous we don't have like, real time travel yet.

[oliverplus]

[grins. finally, something his universe can show off!] Yeah! Well, it's bigger on the inside.

Considering everything else you have...

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah, it's a fucking shame. Like, I totally wish we had time travel, that shit is awesome.

[He crosses his arms.]

I mean, fuck, I'm totally a scifi nerd, that shit is badass. I read Slaughterhouse-Five as a kid, you know? Kind of got into it from there. Fucking blows that the scientists in my basement can't make time travel shit yet.

[oliverplus]

[raises an eyebrow. you would read Slaughterhouse-Five, Nathan]

I dunno, I'd rather see Back to the Future come to life.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan grins.]

Oh man, I'd be down for that too. But hey, you ever, like, think about that movie? Did Marty's dad ever get mad at his mom because, you know, Marty... looked like himself? And he was his mom's girlfriend. So I mean, as far as his dad knew, his wife got knocked up by the guy, had his kid, then had the nerve to name the kid after him.

It's weird. And creepy.

[oliverplus]

Um... That sorta....ruins the ending. So no, not really.

[he's a romantic at heart, what can I say]

[onehundredbeers]

No way! I mean, okay, there's the chance that Marty's dad was mad, but how about, uh, this. Marty's dad? Nicest fucking guy ever. Doesn't even think the kid is his, treats him as his own son anyway. Great fucking guy.

[Nathan is a nerd. For life. He has contemplated these things while reading stocks or some scifi book or reading comics.]

[oliverplus]

[blinks] You know, that's not so bad!

[clearly they should continue to bond over their nerdiness]

[onehundredbeers]

[He grins a bit.]

Yeah. I mean, you looked over my lyrics, you can probably tell how interested I am in that shit. Like, I Tamper With The Evidence At The Murder Site of Odin. Time travel? Totally vital to that song. The narrator is a time traveler. The, uh, protagonist, I guess? The detective, he's a 'normal' guy. He has to use time travel himself to solve the murder of Odin, and in the process, ascends to Godhood.

[He pauses.]

...Through time travel. It has to do with paradoxes, sort of. You know how like in a lot of things, you aren't supposed to meet yourself or touch yourself or it erases you from existence? I twisted that a bit. It does kill you, yeah. It fucking destroys you completely. But at the same time, you transcend and become a God yourself.

[oliverplus]

Yeeeah, I noticed that one... [and was slightly disturbed by it. but he's not going to say that to Nathan]

It's a neat idea! Hopefully I'll never find out if it's true...

[onehundredbeers]

[Pfff, Nathan knows his stuff is disturbing, man, he writes it! Just don't insult it.]

Euugh. Yeah. That's something I can fucking agree with. Dying? Not cool. Not even to be a God. That's... man, it's lame. It's totally fun to write about? But I'd, uh, decline. If it was offered to me.

[oliverplus]

[his expression darkens a little, considering what he knows of this place] Yeah...I know what you mean.