#eonianemigrant

[grubhivemind]

JACE: -he's still hanging around the living area even after the fallout. it's not like anything can make him feel worse than he already did, anyway... he's just trying to be slightly productive so he's not completely mooching off his dads, picking up abandoned plates of food and anything else that got left behind by guests.-

LUKE: -he's still kind of skulking around, guiltily because dirk pretty much said begone....but he really doesn't feel like being alone. despite leaving the room because he felt overwhelmed and exhausted.....at first he gets away with just lurking in the hallways, ducking away as people pass by....until it's just him and jace. another brother. one he hasn't really talked to, actually. he debates it for all of ten seconds before approaching him.-

LUKE: hey.

JACE: -it's okay, luke... dirk definitely isn't about to turn away any of his kids, which is why he's still lurking too. he startles a little about luke approaching him. he's a jumpy boy...- 

JACE: Oh! Hi Luke... I didnt know you were still here.

LUKE: -backs off a little, jace being startled also startles him a little.-

LUKE: -but he recovers quickly. smoooooth.-

LUKE: uh. yeah. i'm just as surprised as you are, lol.

LUKE: you cleanin up?

JACE: Yeah... I figured I should make myself useful if Im going to stick around... 

JACE: ... Sorry that probably came off really gloomy. 

JACE: But I guess everyone is in a pretty bad mood now...

LUKE: pff. don't apologize.

LUKE: if you're not gloomy after that shitshow then u either got no soul or you're smarter than all of us combined.

LUKE: u want some assistance?

SIMULA: -hey did you mean me?️- 

JACE: -nods slowly.- Sure... Thank you. 

 JACE: -he goes quiet for a while as he resumes cleaning. it's pretty awkward... he doesn't talk to luke much, so he feels guilty about him having to deal with his weirdness. but like any good strider, jace is suddenly rambling.-

JACE: Im sorry too about-- All the... Discourse. I know its not really a comfortable subject but especially for you and... People werent being very sensitive to that... 

JACE: And... Joel was really freaked out. Because of stuff that happened to me. And then that happened. And I wish I had the opportunity to talk to him again. But he probably doesnt want anything to do with me...

LUKE: -just starts helping him pick up plates and such. they'll both be more  comfortable if he's not just standing there tbh. -

LUKE: i wouldn't worry about that tbh. its not a big deal 4 me to talk about it so much as just....talking to y'all at all. but im trying to get better you know. put in some actual work. idk if its coming across like that or if it just seems like i'm interfering outta left field. -rambles AS WELL-

LUKE: joels a whole dif story. that guy had checked out. i think once ppl start actually having conversations with u and ryan tho...it .might cut past some of the bs. but i don't actually know how many of them care about the truth at this ppoint more than every 1s specific hurt feelings.

LUKE: then again can u rlly blame em.

JACE: -winces and nods.- Yeah... I feel bad for Ryan most of all... She keeps saying no one is talking to her and... 

JACE: It cant feel good knowing people are starting wars in your name and youve got no say in it at all. 

JACE: I just didnt think things could ever escalate like this. Even if everyone is pretty... Theatrical in this family! I guess things have just been very tense??? But I dont know. 

JACE: I can relate to not feeling very involved... I spent a lot of time away from the family growing up, because I couldnt travel much by spaceship... And even now I kinda keep to myself. 

JACE: So... Even if I could talk to Joel and he listens... I dont really know how much I really feel welcome in all of this.

LUKE: u can talk to joel if you want to, my man. maybe it would help him just to have somebody try. but you're not gonna fix all his shit for him. and if you go into it thinking u r ull just get disappointed. guy obvs has deep issues that aren't getting resolved over night.

LUKE: and like....no offense but didn't u just go through all this trauma n shit. maybe u should focus on u.LUKE: and other platitudes.

LUKE: nah but 4 real tho

JACE: -quiets as he thinks about this.- I guess so... 

JACE: Its hard to want to focus on me. I feel... stupid. About everything that happened with me...

LUKE: -Just nods. He gets that feel.-

LUKE: well at least after all this u can't possibly think ur the only one that's stupid.

LUKE: cuz.

LUKE: wow.

JACE: -he tries to smile a little about that.- Well... I guess you kinda have a point there. 

JACE: But um. Rash or not I guess everyone is just hurting in their own ways. -but its hard to see his situation that way. he kinda brought it on himself, he thinks...-

#devicefulflightrisk #eonianEmigrant

[choriocytosicinquisitor-blog]

-- eonianEmigrant [EE] began pestering isometricAstrourbanization [IA] --

EE: dude. i just realized that ur handle is like....hella long.

IA: 8r3aks th3 1c3 mor3 oft3n than not.

IA: ... S8)

IA: H3y.

EE: well shit i didn't know what i was sayin was so fuckin basic, lmao. gotta try to b more creative.

EE: whasup bro. i just remembered that talkin to pp on here is a thing i can do.

EE: like i can raise my socialization skill n also wear cheezy poof stained sweatpants 24/7. wut a tiem 2 be alive.

IA: To 83 fa1r, you could w3ar ch33sy poof-sta1n3d sw3atpants any of th3 day and soc1al1z3. 1f you'r3 not a fuck1ng noo8.

IA: H3ll, why 8oth3r go1ng that far? W3ar no pants l1k3 a r3al troll.

IA: 1 know 1'm not, aaay.

IA: So th3r3for3, 1'm as r3al as 1t g3ts.

EE: i mean. that's cool. if you want to free range it while we talk that's ok by me. i'm not gnna disparage ur lifestyle choices but i like to be a fab dressed dude and i can't be slippin up in the way ur suggestin.

EE: as the the only person pushin denim on denim fashion on skaia, i got a responsibility u kno.

EE: gotta edumacate the masses.

IA: 1 know what 1 must do now.

IA: Your t3rr18l3 r31gn of tyranny w1ll com3 to an 3nd on3 day... and 1 w1ll say you'r3 fuck1ng w3lcom3. 1t was m3, Aust1n. All along.

IA: D3n1m on d3n1m, jfc.

EE: it's fine if u don't understand. i don't expect ppl to understand right away.

EE: it takes time. B)

EE: altho since ur pantless ur already 1/3 of the way to full denim on denim.

EE: step 1. remove pantalones step 2. put on pantalones step 3. locate una jaqueta de mezclilla and put that on too

IA: N1c3 l3gs, da1sy duk3s mak3s a dud3 go woo-woo. Surpr1s3.

IA: Th1s was a s3gu3way to th3 1n3v1ta8l3 furry conv3rsat1on w3 w3r3 8ound to hav3. 1t's as 1n3scapa8l3 as d3ath and tax3s, 8roh.

IA: My t1m3 1s now.

EE: aight. i'm down to talk about furries. what about them.

EE: did u grow up in a horse infested hell hole like i did.

IA: Furr13s 1n da1sy duk3s. D1scuss.

EE: omg we have so much in common.

EE: ok let's talk about the concept of furries wearing skimpy clothing when they're already covered in FUR.

EE: ????????????????

EE: questions that have plagued me sine my youth, bro.

IA: Sh1t, you'r3 r1ght. L3av3 noth1ng to th3 1mag1nat1on.

EE: just when u think i've gone deep enuff i go even deeper. full forearm.

IA: W3 l1k3 to hav3 fun h3r3 on 3non1an3m1grant dot com.

EE: o bby u don't know the 1/2 of it yet.

IA: 1 know that 1 compl3t3ly lost my tra1n of thought. Mmmm.

EE: wut a shame now i'll never know what ur fursona's dick looks like.

EE: like exact dimensions down 2 every little ridge, knot and bump.

EE: btw if u rlly are a furry, pay me to draw that shit.

EE: i like to hustle around here.

EE: time is $$$.

IA: D1cks, dud3.

IA: Plural 83caus3 th3 only l1m1t 1s your 1mag1nat1on.

EE: back in my universe we only had 1 of those things and if you broke it that was tough luck.

EE: jk, i'm p sure dicks were in hot demand and supply was meetin it.

IA: 3h3h3h3. Sucks to 83 you.

EE: hahahhaha.

IA: 8)

EE: i guess u could say it's nut my lucky day.

IA: Amaaaz1ng graaac3... how sw33t th3 sound...

EE: o that made me think of nother topic.

EE: r u religious.

EE: haven't gotten a chance 2 ask anybody about that shit yet.

EE: this is a good a time as any to ask about god right.

EE: right after discussin dicks.

EE: god(s), u don't wanna assume it's singular i guess just like penises, or penii.

IA: A nuth3r top1c.

IA: Also r3gardl3ss of d1cks to worsh1p as gods, not r3ally no.

EE: dang i was rlly hopin it would be something crazy.

IA: 1'm sur3 you hav3 a th1ng to talk a8out 1t though.

IA: As th3y say 1n th3 land of 1nnu3ndos and dou8l3 3ntr3dr3. F1ll m3 1n, 8ro.

EE: as much as i would love 2 double stuff u with knowledge ;))).

EE: yeah i got nothin. i'm just curious i guess.

EE: i'm not religious it's just 1 of my 2,000 spare interests.

EE: lol.

EE: the only religion is know of is the shitty clown one. does that also exist here or nah.

IA: N1c3.

IA: Unfortunat3ly, an op1n1on on r3l1g1on just so happ3ns to 83 th3 on3 th1ng 1 fall short on. Just d3p3nds on who you'r3 talk1ng to, 1 gu3ss.

IA: Th3r3's always th3 Follow1ng of 81l1ous Sl1ck. 1t's a popular Prosp1t1an th1ng.

EE: i never heard of that. i won't bore u with it tho if it's not ur thing.

EE: u never did tell me what u were up to btw.

EE: despite bein semi nude somewhere???

IA: Hang1ng at my condo. Plac3 to stay wh3n 1'm not work1ng.

IA: F1rst rul3 of th3 hous3 1s, no pants.

EE: wtf tho if u got ur own place why u creep at the dorms.

EE: just 4 the pool?

IA: 3v3ryon3 asks m3 th1s 8ut 1t's 3as13r to fr3qu3nt a dorm than 1t 1s a hot3l dur1ng th3 work p3r1od.

EE: o aight.

EE: that makes sense.

EE: guess who else has a super important job now.

EE: u don't nee dto guess imma tell u.

EE: THIS GUY.

IA: Y3s.

IA: 3vadn3 was t3ll1ng m3.

EE: i'm workin 4 the gvnmt now.

EE: with a lady that has eight fuckin eyes.

EE: no joke.

EE: she can see all ur illegal hiphaps and now i'm her agent so watch out.

IA: Sounds l1k3 a 8last, dud3. Also t3ll N3va3h 1 sa1d sup.

EE: o u kno her?

IA: 3v3ryon3 knows h3r.

EE: >:/

EE: man here i was thinkin i was special.

IA: Ch1ll, dogg. You ar3.

EE: o dogg. bro...

IA: Th3r3's mor3 wh3r3 that cam3 from.

EE: //touches chest//

EE: i wsn't redy.

IA: Good th1ng 1'm g3ntl3.

EE: s-senpai...

EE: ://O

EE: t-taiyō o massugu watashi ni fakku

IA: G3t your w338ass 8ullsh1t out of my fac3.

IA: My pantsl3ss a8od3 1s sacr3d, can you r3sp3ct that pl3as3 and thank?

EE: watashi ni fuck u in the mouth.

EE: don't test me bro, i got like eight shitty swords with ur name on em.

IA: Mmmmm. 1 d3c1d3d 1 k1nd of l1k3 wh3r3 th1s 1s go1ng.

EE: i mean. i'm confused by u typing out "mmmmmm" like pennywise the clown but i'm glad ur havin a good time.

EE: that's all we're here 4.

EE: 2 have a good time.

IA: Sp3ak1ng of wh1ch... 1 got th1s comm num83r r1ght. 83caus3 1 hung out w1th a guy aft3r clu8 t1m3s and that's just what happ3ns.

EE: o it's story time now. ok i'm listenin.

EE: //shimmies up w/ popcorn//

EE: :o

IA: W3ll, s33. Noth1ng happ3n3d. 83caus3 1 d1dn't know 1t was on th3 ta8l3.

IA: And w3 had a n1c3 t1m3. Cut3 guy, d3af. L1k3s conv3n13nc3 stor3 food and fly1ng.

EE: das cool, das cool.

EE: i mean u got his digits so there's always next time right

IA: Y3ah, 1 gu3ss. Th3n 1 wond3r wh3th3r 1t's worth 1t.

IA: 8ut th3n 1f 1 hav3 to wond3r, th3n 1t's pro8a8ly not. L8r.

EE: idk i mean not necessarily.

EE: it depends on why u wonderin.

EE: me talkin like i got a fuckin atom of exp w/ this shit. but ignore that for now. haha.

IA: H3 cut3 8ut th3n 1'm just... gum wrapp3r and mag1c mark3r, 8ro. Factor all of th1s 1nto a pot3nt1al hook-up.

IA: 1 don't 3v3n know 1f th3 gum wrapp3r 1s h1s, lmao. May83 h3 found 1t on th3 ground.

IA: 1 m3an 1 gotta 83 at l3ast worth som3 k3tchup sta1n3d 8urr1to pap3r. Do you g3t what 1'm say1ng?

EE: mm yea i feel u. i mean mb he was just tryin 2 to be quirky? but who knos.

EE: i'd say if u got doubts ur probably right ,just don't do it.

EE: i wouldn't wanna be somebody's 2nd or 3rd choice even 4 a hook up.

EE: i wouldn't want them 2 be like "man if I GOTTA sleep with this guy i guess iw ill"

EE: u kno.

EE: that would suck.

IA: Y3s. 81t3s a l1l 1nto th3 3nthus1asm and not 1n th3 fun way.

IA: Anyway, g3n3rally "1t sucks" 1s a good way to summar1z3 1t up.

IA: Thanks, man.

EE: np dude.

EE: haha.

EE: nobody's ever asked me bout shit like that b4.

EE: i can live vicariously thru ur shenans.

IA: W31rd. K1nd of l1k3 w3'r3 8ros or som3th1ng.

IA: 8ro...

EE: n so it was written n so it shall b.

EE: they were bros from that moment on.

EE: jk, we were bros b4 that.

EE: time is relative actually so we were always bros and simaltaneously not bros.

EE: bro, i gots 2 bed. again.

IA: 1 was just your 8ro 1n wa1t1ng, my guy. Th3 for3v3r 8ro.

IA: Also y3ah, cool. R3st your fac3.

EE: aight. take care, man. B)

-- eonianEmigrant [EE] ceased pestering isometricAstrourbanization [IA] --

#venras logs #eonianemigrant #in which we like to have fun here at eonianemigrant dot com

[battystumutchildren-blog]

❥ - a childhood memory - ♣ - a fading memory (luke)

❥ - a childhood memory (luke)

He remember’s Pop’s hands- blunt calloused fingers, hairy knuckles, both of them resting on his shoulders as he buckles the cockpit straps over his waist and chest for the first time. Well, the first time not in anybody’s lap. They wouldn’t do any more than cruise, really- not even high enough for a crop duster and certainly not fast enough to outrun a  granny on a moped. He just wanted to demonstrate to  Pops that he knew where the straps were meant to go, how they were meant to be fastened.

Pop is standing behind him. Those hands seemed relaxed- not grabbing but merely sitting there on his shoulders in a trusting way, like a pair of peacefully roosting birds. Luke knows almost instincively that if he did something wrong- really screwed the pooch- those hands were at the correct trajectory to shoot down and snatch the “wheel” from him at a moment’s notice. There was no wheel in front of him exactly but something like a pair futuristic stick shifts which could not only be cranked forcibly in many directions, but pulled up  to gather charge…only to then be released like a sling shot, a sight which always gave him a thrill when he watched the effortless way Dad did it. Shooting the ship and everyone on it forward, like it was nothing. The harder you pulled, the faster the burst. It was so simple. 

Luke was too nice to say it out loud, but Pops himself wasn’t even that good at it to begin with, and he  was  as forgiving a teacher as you could want. He felt both relieved and a little disappointed that Dad didn’t have time to teach him- to test him instead. He would’ve been a lot more anal about it, more pushy, but…

But he wanted to impress just the same. Either way, he knew Pops would tell Dad how he did later, and it would be an over-dinner conversation. Nah, he wouldn’t be wordy,  but the old man would say something. He wanted it to be mostly praise and a little advice, instead of a consolation prize compliment and mostly advice. He knew he shouldn’t have been worried. Logically, flying at this height wasn’t essentially any different than hovering on one of his many repurposed gadgets. But he happened to notice that his breath was coming out a little rattly and he might be gripping the controls a little too tight. He relaxed his hands, but could do nothing for his breathing. If Pops noticed it, he didn’t make a joke, so it wasn’t worth mentioning.

Except- except it felt different. This wasn’t a gadget. This was an aircraft, albeit a small one. He had been told it would be different but he hadn’t believed it. As they rise, he sucks in breath through the noticeable gap in his teeth, but he can’t hear the annoying whistling sound that makes over the thrusters. And then his heart leaps as begins to glide over the glittering sand dunes, picking up modest speed. Forget leaping, his heart is doing an entire gymnastics routine and making the other leotard-wearing children sob into their Happy Meals.

Through their whole trip, Pop’s hands never need to come off his shoulders- he hardly has to correct him at all- and when the ship sounds settle down, Luke can hear him laughing, not because he found it funny but with pure bewilderment and happiness.

His kid can fly.

♣ - a fading memory (luke)

At this stage in his development, Luke feels  uncomfortable unless he’s holding something. A toy. A sippy cup. A hand or two. One of his parents’ smiling faces  occasionally float within grabbing range and have the most interesting textures. When he grabs those, it elicits hilarious responses that make him wheeze and shriek with laughter.

As a result, he’s always being passed things.  Later he found out it wasn’t considered ideal for a toddler  to be so accustomed to the taste of soda (orange was his favorite but Tab was unfortunately more common), however since the only other alternatives were usually  a parade of Kool Aid rip offs or good old plain water, soda  was often present nonetheless. And there was nothing ideal about any human life on Earth, at that time. 

While other things were scarce, there seemed to be an endless supply of soda. So much that he would eventually realize it was an aftertaste in many of the foods they ate, especially if the food needed some sort of marinade in order to seem edible.

At first he doesn’t realize there’s something new in his sippy cup, something he’s never tried before. He certainly can’t smell it through that tiny hole where he sips from.  His dads say… things. Things he can’t exactly recall in the tone of voice that means something special is happening.  Something different. He’s about to go somewhere or be given something. He’s looking around for what that must be, and they help him by bringing the sippy cup up to his lips. He’s baffled about why the special words are connected with his sippy cup, but obediently begins to pull from it in sloppy sips.

“That little man, is called OJ” one of them says. “Shorthand for Oh. Joy. Or "Ode to Joy” if you grow up to like music”. He can’t really remember which of them said that, either option is just as likely and some of the words may be ad libbed by his sub concious because it sounds like something they would say.

All the other associated memories are blocked out by how intense and overwhelming that taste seemed to him, like a fucking sunrise happening on his tongue, filling his mouth with bright. OJ. Du jus d'orange. His body responded a lot like a plant, sucking it up thirstily and wanting more. All he knew at the time was that it was delicious and he approved. His wide eyes must’e been funny, because he also remembers chuckling, when he thinks of orange juice. These were vitamins that didn’t come in the form of a large beige horse pill, and his mind told them they worked instantly-like phoenix down even if that was fake and just in his head. The sugar high he got from OJ and the subsequent crash blew any soft drink out of the water.

Supplies were limited. But they enjoyed the hell out of it while it was there and although the memories surrounded it faded a little more all the time, orange juice is still associated in his mind, with vitality and celebration.

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