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[count_to_peace]

[The video feed stirs to life, but no one can be seen, but obviously someone is there. Soft rustles can be heard in the background. Whoever is there isn't too far.]

So...my whole universe is...gone? [A long silence.] Ironic karma.

[Soft sigh.] Guess I'll have to count the days now. It won't be the same, though...

[There is glass shattering in

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[text]

[undeadsidekick]

Asking what's the point now is kind of assuming one existed in the first place. Which, I guess is cool if you have that kind of self assurance, but most of us kinda don't. And even if they did, it's hella gone now.

[NOT HERE (YET)]

[00ne]

[get out Jason]

[TEXT] (keywords, man XD)

[count_to_peace]

[what the hell kind of response is this?]

...pardon?

[text forever]

[undeadsidekick]

[This has been your daily does of pseudo-philosophical dead sidekick. If you'd like cheerier sidekick, kindly track down Dick Grayson for some HOLY RUSTED METAL BATMAN]

I'm thinking if you were coherent enough to post this up, you're still coherent enough to understand what I said. It's just probably a bitch and a half to deal with right now.

But hey, you know what? Anything I say that comes off as tragic or cynical probably pales in comparison to the idea that your planet is (yeah) blown up, and you're trapped on a spaceship run by rats in space.

So that's something.

Least the bars are pretty good. They make this thing called a Cardassian Sunrise that's fucking incredible.

[TEXT]

[count_to_peace]

[...rats?

This day just gets better, doesn't it?]

The bars are pretty decent. Never heard of a Cardassian Sunrise. [He's skipping over all the other text because, truthfully? He doesn't care. Absolutely right it's a bit hard to deal with right now.]

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[undeadsidekick]

Yeah, neither had I. It's two shots of something called Romulan ale and then Klingon blood wine and something else. The first time you have it it burns like a motherfucker going down, though. Heads up.

So, is there anything you want to know? About the ship, I mean.

[TEXT]

[count_to_peace]

Thanks for the tip.

[He figures all he could want to know about the ship would be first hand, but this method would save time and energy.]

You don't seem so...surprised, for lack of a better word, someone's universe just got destroyed. This isn't an uncommon occurrence, is it?

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[undeadsidekick]

Fuck, no. How do you think the rest of us got here?

Pretty much everyone you're gonna talk to on this thing was from a planet that got destroyed. The Vogons, Captains, and anybody else with a fucking clipboard, seems like, says that the reason we don't all show up at once is because of wormholes, or little rips in the space time continuum. Or something. I don't know, I slept through 9th grade science.

Anyway, the point is that you're here and your planet's gone. Your friends, loved ones and worst enemies might show up at any given time, but they might be from twenty years in the future, or fifteen in the past. Or hey, best case scenario? They're from a different universe entirely and have no idea who the fuck you are.

[TEXT] (oops! forgot about my font!)

[count_to_peace]

...sounds rather impossible to swallow, but considering the situation, not hard to believe.

How can that possibly be the best case scenario?

[TEXT]

[undeadsidekick]

... Sarcasm apparently doesn't translate so well over text.

How's this -- Call me up when you get settled and I'll take you barhopping. Everything's a little easier to tolerate when you're smashed. At least for the first week or so. My number's attached to the Guide ID tag.

[TEXT]

[count_to_peace]

It never did, no.

Thanks, then. I'll need employment to 'tolerate' things at this rate.

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[undeadsidekick]

Them's the brakes.

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