[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]

[blinks. he's never looked at it that way. actually, something still seems off about that way of looking at it, but he supposes it's Nathan's call as long as he doesn't hear word of people having to die for this outside of vengeful spirit jokes] Well, if you say so.

But hey, at least as long as you're here, you don't have to die for real!

[onehundredbeers]

Ugh, no, I don't want to get into that. There's just something creepy about it. And I fucking know creepy! I, uh, intend to... not die. Here. Ever.

[His face is one of creeped out disgust.]

Fuck, I mean, I sing about resurrections too, but. Eugh. There's something fucking not right about black blood, you know? It's like a big fucking warning sign screaming "HEY. THIS ISN'T RIGHT, DUDE. THERE IS SOMETHING ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY WRONG."

So. Uh. Yeah. I have already... made my decision. Regarding all of that.

[oliverplus]

Yeah... [shudders a little, making a face. he's still disturbed by any reminder of the current state of his own blood] I don't blame you.

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah. I mean, nothing against you and whatever, you know? We're pals, but, uh. No. There's just something too weird about that. And of course, I can't- I can't ASK anybody in charge who would know, because big fucking surprise, they're missing.

[He crosses his arms.]

And you know, I bet other metal musicians would probably fucking leap at the chance for it. But fuck that. I like some normalcy in my life, thanks.

[oliverplus]

[smiles wryly] Hey, I get it. [he would have liked some normalcy in his life, too]

Ah, yeah--I noticed that. Do we know anything about where the Twins might be?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan shakes his head.]

No fucking clue. They just up and disappeared from what I could tell. The place is totally unlocked, too. I stole this fucking sweet dagger from there a while ago.

[He goes to show it off, true to form of LOOK AT MY SHINY NEW TOY, and then suddenly halts mid action, narrows his eyes, gives Oliver an accusatory look, and instead actually yanks his t-shirt down some to cover the sheath and weapon hanging off his belt.

With that done, he eases right back to being friendly without missing a step.]

Hmph. N- nevermind about the dagger, alright, just, uh. Nobody's there, nobody is responding to anything, it's weird and pretty fucking stupid. Hellooooooo, if you aren't going to be somewhere, lock it up.

[oliverplus]

[Oliver frowns at that, but he doesn't press the issue since it doesn't seem to be bothering Nathan, and he isn't particularly interested in a dagger to begin with. he's much more interested in the Twins]

Yeah, that's...weird. I wonder what's happened...

[he's genuinely worried about them. he rather liked them--and they certainly seemed a lot better than some of the others with power around the Plane]

[onehundredbeers]

No clue. [He pauses, thinking for a moment.] Maybe they died. You know. Just keeled over randomly and nobody told us about it because they're too busy with funeral junk.

[oliverplus]

[makes a face] I hope not.

[onehundredbeers]

Well, I mean, hey, it's one reasonable explanation, you know?

[oliverplus]

Yeah, but...I hope it's not the right one, Nathan.

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah... I guess I'm not too worried about them. Just not. I'm sort of a little concerned about Roe, but, uh, yeah I'm like the only one. She seemed really fucking antisocial. [He shoves his hands in his pockets.] I liked her. Even if she was, uh, a ghost. She had pretty eyes.

[oliverplus]

[blinks] That strange woman who was like...working at a computer to control the Plane, you mean?

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah! She was pretty cool when you got to know her. She's the one who told me how people got picked to come here. [Nathan grins a bit.] I was, uh, gonna ask her out on a date sometime. I know, I know, sounds totally fucking dumb, since she's a ghost and shit, but come on. A hot chick? Is a hot chick, regardless of if she's, you know, a ghost. Or not.

[oliverplus]

[Oliver does not see any need to question Nathan's dating choices, particularly as Nathan has said something far more important to him first]

What do you mean "how people got picked"?

[onehundredbeers]

To come to space. That's- that's what I meant. They have like this machine or something, and it can pinpoint on people to give them access to shit. Unfortunately? It's fucking random, so don't, you know, bother going to someone in charge and trying to get them to bring one of your pals up here.

[His shoulders briefly slump.]

It won't work. I already tried.

[oliverplus]

[surprised] So...it's all random?

Hey, you've got half the band up here already. Right?

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah.

[Nathan nods.] I asked about it before they were here. Got a big fucking 'no can do'. [He sniffs with a bit of disdain and glances off to the side.] I missed them being around.

[oliverplus]

At least you can go home to see them any time again?

[onehundredbeers]

It's different. I've lived with most of them for ten years. Pickles since I was like, 16 or 17. I am totally not used to having any sort of privacy or not... having them like constantly two feet away from me.

[oliverplus]

[you make them sound like pets, Nathan] Is it nice sometimes, at least?

[onehundredbeers]

[He shrugs.]

I guess. I mean, I do, uh, slip between 'hey you guys are my retarded emotionally disturbed family' and 'get out of my life'.

[A beat.]

Still be nice to have, you know, the rest of them around. Or uh. Just Pickles and Skwisgaar. Murderface, uh. No. No, he can just. Stay at Mordhaus. Where I can kick his ass if he doesn't wipe his shoes before coming in or decides to fucking throw sand around the house again.

[oliverplus]

Maybe they'll show up sometime? I mean, the Machine's grabbed a bunch of people from your world already.

[onehundredbeers]

Maybe. But whatever, for once? Don't feel like whining over how I miss having the guys around.

[He shrugs.]

So, uh, now you know how people can come here.

[All of a sudden he ADDs back to the first bit to add in one last thing.]

Ugh, actually, you know what, if that fucking machine is a fucking douchebag and like, picks Dr. Rockzo? I will fucking find it and rip it apart with my bare hands. I fucking hate that clown.

[For now, Nate. When you hit Dethzazz, you will be singing a different tune.]

[oliverplus]

[Oliver is really not sure what to say to that] Uh...I'll keep that in mind if he ever shows up.