TWO [The Will is stuck inside with Lying Cat curled around him for warmth, turning to the tablet and the network to try and distract himself from- well, from everything that he's seeing. His visions are alternatively horrific and pornographic depending on who he's hallucinating at the time and it's all kind of disturbing.]
you would think i would learn not to eat the native food
i keep seeing my dead ex.
who else is in this shit-ship with me?
THREE [Enjoying your cabin and your wood and your fireplace? You won't for long. A bald man in a blue cape shoulders the door open and invades without a care, his oversized hairless cat prowling in after him, sniffing at the ground.] After we get off this fucking planet, we're going somewhere warm-
[And that's about when he sees the other, and his eyes narrow. He reaches for a weapon he doesn't have, and Lying Cat slides into a defensive stance.] Clear out. Leave the food, or I'll feed you to my cat.
FOUR [You might find a bald man wrapped up in a cloak stumbling away from the morgue with a grayish blue, large hairless cat at his side. He's got his hand on her back and is currently trying not to run into anything - because he's missing his eyes. They're gone. Just like that. The third time he trips over something, he just lays there for a moment, saying out loud,]
You're the worst seeing-eye-cat in the entire fucksaken universe.
[Lying Cat just sits down primly and stares at The Will, brings a paw up to delicately lick snow from between her toes, and says in reply,] Lying. [Wait, did that cat just talk?]
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[The Will is stuck inside with Lying Cat curled around him for warmth, turning to the tablet and the network to try and distract himself from- well, from everything that he's seeing. His visions are alternatively horrific and pornographic depending on who he's hallucinating at the time and it's all kind of disturbing.]
you would think i would learn not to eat the native food
i keep seeing my dead ex.
who else is in this shit-ship with me?
THREE
[Enjoying your cabin and your wood and your fireplace? You won't for long. A bald man in a blue cape shoulders the door open and invades without a care, his oversized hairless cat prowling in after him, sniffing at the ground.] After we get off this fucking planet, we're going somewhere warm-
[And that's about when he sees the other, and his eyes narrow. He reaches for a weapon he doesn't have, and Lying Cat slides into a defensive stance.] Clear out. Leave the food, or I'll feed you to my cat.
FOUR
[You might find a bald man wrapped up in a cloak stumbling away from the morgue with a grayish blue, large hairless cat at his side. He's got his hand on her back and is currently trying not to run into anything - because he's missing his eyes. They're gone. Just like that. The third time he trips over something, he just lays there for a moment, saying out loud,]
You're the worst seeing-eye-cat in the entire fucksaken universe.
[Lying Cat just sits down primly and stares at The Will, brings a paw up to delicately lick snow from between her toes, and says in reply,] Lying. [Wait, did that cat just talk?]