Dirk Strider (smuppeteer) wrote in marinanova, @ 2012-12-10 09:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | aidan reilly, dirk strider, helix wamtani, jake english, sheryl nome |
[voice/open]
[ So, this is it. The day that finally hits home that he needs to get it in gear, Dirk thinks to himself as he takes his morning shower (circa 5AM-5:50AM; they've gotten shorter since he arrived, for some reason he can't really pinpoint). He's sixteen now. It's his fucking birthday and he's spending it in an underwater prison dome. There was supposed to be a big party on one of their planets in the Medium for this, and Jake was supposed to have already had his, and Roxy's was supposed to be tomorrow, but none of those things are the case now because the wardens have gone and stuck their big fat noses in where they aren't wanted -- Jake's won't be until Day 204 and Roxy's until Day 207.
But whatever. It's his birthday, and his first one where he's actually got other people around to celebrate with. He's going to make the most of this shit. ]
[ PRIVATE to Dave Strider ]
Hey. Ain't seen you around for a while. You been sleeping in weird places again? I was sort of expecting to run into you when I went to take my shower this morning, but that didn't happen. Looked in the closet and the washing machine too. I mean, you're a grown-ass man and it's a free prison, so I'm not saying you can't do what you want, just-- I'm legal to drive today, thought maybe we should hang. You know. Bro stuff.
Call me back when you're awake or whatever.
[ OPEN ]
Counting from the date it was when I was so rudely interrupted from doing what I need to in my piece of shit universe, today is my birthday. You should all give me things.
...Crocker, what sort of punishment did you get?