Nooo this sofa is mine now. I can never leave.
Ehehehe, that was quite a disjointed ramble. Sorry. I’ll be more succinct next time.
Vi on horror movies.
Ehehehe. I fell asleep on her couch. By this ancient rite it has become mine.
update; I’m off the shuttle and making my way to the tower. Oh, Violet, won’t you let down your turret defense system for but a moment, that I can gain entrance to your abode?
Actually, there’s an intercom here. Hold on.
nnnnn shit my halloween costume smells like I’ve slept in it because, in all honesty, I have.
It looks like I’m going to have to break out the travel-clean again.
This isn’t actually that bad once you learn to blot out the disgusting passengers and the smell of poor homebrew alcohol from your consciousness, plus at this hour hardly anyone is on the shuttle…
I’m sure that’ll change on the coming legs of the journey; the route is somewhat circuitous. I have no idea how long the journey will take. After all, I am crossing lightyears.
I really shouldn’t have been so impulsive as to run all the way out here just because I was feeling a little lonely, should I? It’s hardly mature, and I pride myself in my maturity.
The last time I was on one of this class of shuttle was when I was running away from home. It’s fitting, then, that my second time should be running back to someone else’s home. Sort of.
I don’t know.
This place makes the mining shuttle on-station look first class; I swear the airlocks are held in place with duct tape. One of the things they have in common with airlocks on-station is that I’m pretty they aren’t actually airtight and they don’t seem to cycle. I feel a faint cool breeze coming from the one I’m sitting adjacent to. Leads into the “dining capsule”, which is actually little more than the greasiest piece of shit bar I’ve ever seen. The gravity is oriented towards the walls so that they can plaster counters and horrible bar stools on every available surface. It’s quite disorientating, and I imagine it would be even more so in an inebriated state. Not that I’m likely to experience that any time soon.
Still, I’m getting quite hungry. I hope I arrive before I am forced to actually eat anything out of there. The food is probably full of all kinds of preservatives in case we get shipwrecked for a long period of time and the customers were somehow rendered inedible.
How the hell am I supposed to sleep when every single time I close my eyes someone near the back of the capsule emits a loud, gutteral “OI OI!!” and they have another fucking toast? I do not appreciate these so called ‘bros’ and their attempts to celebrate a holiday not based around beer with beer. It wouldn’t be so bad if I couldn’t smell the stuff from over here, but the air conditioning in here is faulty and there is no scent removal, so all I can smell is shitty low-quality alcohol and that is the most tantalising kind of alcohol.
I’ll just try to read or something. Quite honestly I don’t have any choice; all the in-flight movies are terrible, low quality modern films and quite frankly I’d rather die than watch them.