mental link | day: 36

[wrackful]

[Exhaustion buzzes dimly, resignation a bitter aftertaste. It's a clear sensation that Murphy doesn't want to be doing this, but that somehow, he's ended up feeling it's his best option.]

( I need a ride to the station. Someone who can fly the shuttle. )

[The request is in his tone, even if he doesn't extend a please. And before his teammates can weigh in:]

( It'll be a round trip. Can't miss stage three of the alien crazy death show, can we. )

[The last is absolutely dry as a bone.]

Comments

[inflori]

( ... Yeah, I guess you're right.

So what are you gonna do. )

[wrackful]

( I'm getting a ride back to the station. )

[inflori]

( For the show, idiot. )

[wrackful]

( We don't know what the next stage is yet, moron. )

[inflori]

[ Ah. Right. ]

( Yeah, well, you should. )

[ petre wat ]

[wrackful]

( If you've found some way to cheat all the rules they've got stacked up around this bullshit, please, go ahead. In the meantime the rest of us will be carrying on the way they have it set out. And that means I've got two days of downtime to do whatever the hell I want with. )

[inflori]

( We're all a bunch of freaks who can get in each other's heads and probably everyone else's, too. Why are we even playing? Bet there's a way to cheat every step of the way. )

[ Bullshit: the new fragrance ]

( But anyway, you're gonna spend them napping, I bet. )

[wrackful]

( Don't ask me, man. I'm only playing along with the mission crap because I was roped in. )

[Not that he would've said no to Bellamy.]

( Yeah, that's me. Sleeping all day. )

[inflori]

( That's what I saw you doing last time. )

[ You know. While Petre was playing with the ball. Which absolutely was not 'last time'. ]