42nd Note

[thewildone]

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[So something is weird about Curt's hair. Also his clothes. But then, there always is, this is just a different weird.]

Yeah, so like, I kind of crashed my saucer. Does anyone know where a guy can get some Inertron around here? Or maybe just a drink.

[ooc: Genre Switch! Curt is still Curt, but IN SPACE. Well, not so much since he's under the impression he had to make an emergency landing on a backwater moon. His sci-fi universe has a retro Buck Rogers feel like the stuff he grew up with, but with bits of pretty much whatever I feel like throwing in. He's currently wearing a silver jumpsuit like this, but under the Jedi-like robes, because, hey, it's cold here planetside. He's also got a red ray gun holstered on his hip and a concealed lightsaber just because.]

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[totallyinaband]

You probably should, yeah. But I have a feeling you won't until the weekend's over.

[He smiles a little. Curse or not, Curt is still Curt.]

Come on. I'll get you that drink.

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[thewildone]

All right. You can tell me all about...wherever this is.

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[totallyinaband]

I'm not going to be able to tell you anything you'll believe, dude.

[He knows how curses work... it's basically impossible to convince someone it's in their head.]

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[thewildone]

I think I can deal with being told unbelievable things for a while.

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[totallyinaband]

well a) this is the City, and b) You're not from space, or the future, or where ever it is you think you're from.

['...and c) we're dating' kinda dies on his lips as they get up the door of the nearest bar. He side-eyes him, seeing how he's taking the information.]

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[thewildone]

[Curt is kind of staring around and not really paying attention. Like, yes, I will humor the crazy local who is buying me drinks.]

Uh, huh. So where am I from?

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[totallyinaband]

The 70s. You're American.

[They make it to the bar, and Stephen orders them their drinks.]

You probably think I'm crazy, right?

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[thewildone]

Yeah, it's the 70s.

[Curt removes his robes to reveal his flightsuit, because clearly you can't pilot a flying saucer in anything except silver lamé.]

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[totallyinaband]

[Oh yeah. Totally still Curt. Stephen a little less than subtly sort of checks him out in it. He does weirdly sort of pull off the glam space man thing. But then again, Curt weirdly pulls off a lot of things. Their drinks arrive, and he focuses back on the task at hand.]

Well. We're in agreement somewhere anyway. So uh, where are you from then?

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[thewildone]

[The 2370s, of course.]

Nu Ophiuchi Prime, I guess, I mean that's where I grew up. But that's nowhere. I was docked at Selenes Hub for a while. On my way to Alpha Centuri, now.

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[totallyinaband]

[Of course.]

I think I've heard of Alpha Centuri.

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[thewildone]

The colony there's pretty big.

[Curt shrugs.]

Not like this place.

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[totallyinaband]

It's not that small.

[He takes a big gulp of his drink.]

But this place can get a little stifling, yeah.

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[thewildone]

Ever think of leaving?

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[totallyinaband]

All the fucking time, man.

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[thewildone]

So why don't you?

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[totallyinaband]

Kinda stuck, actually.

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[thewildone]

I might be also be kind of stuck. Temporarily.

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[totallyinaband]

I figured, yeah.

You want another drink?