paradisa | accidental dictation back dated to 1/12

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tex

accidental dictation back dated to 1/12

[There was a loud noise, a sort of slamming sound that came through the journal.]

[The sounds of things flying came through, the journal must have been one of those things until it hit the wall and rested on the floor still open. Stomping feet and indistinct voices resolved themselves into what was obviously an argument.]

No, screw that! This is all weird because of the stupid Stepford thing isn’t it? Well that’s not all my fault, it kinda takes two people to make that happen.

I told you things aren’t ‘weird’ and it’s not because of what happened in Stepford.

Right, you’re just acting like more of an asshole than usual because everything’s fine?

Everything is fine… why shouldn’t everything be fine? I’m not acting any different.

Wait..what was that? You’re lying! Church you are as shit a liar as you are a poker player. What the fuck is going on?

Uh, why should anything be going on? Come on Tex, would you just drop it, everything is fine.

So the Stepford thing, that version of us going to have a baby didn’t freak you out, and there is nothing at all wrong now. Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that.

I… uh… I mean, OK so that was a little…. It’s not like it’s something that we’ll ever… [Sigh] That’s not it.

So what is it? There is something going on and you’ve been acting weird for a while. Just fucking tell me already.

I… Look I didn’t mean for it to happen. Before I say anything else, you have to believe me about that.

[There was a long tense silence,] “...you fucked someone.

I… I, yeah… It’s not like I planned it, it just sort of happened.

Yeah you just slipped and your dick ended up in someone?

That’s not… I don’t know, I think I overdosed on mistletoe or something.

Right, the same stuff that made me kiss Tucker? I sure as hell didn’t screw him! We agreed we were going to try, and that meant no fucking around.

You weren’t in a room full of the stuff! [There’s the sound of feet pacing.] And I know… it’s not like I planned on it or anything!

No, you never plan anything. You just let things happen like the fool you are [Sounded as though something was moved, maybe a bag picked up or something.] Come on Mason, we’re done here. [Footsteps and canine paws on the floor moved away from the journal before a door opened in the distance.]

Tex wait… Look, I’m sorry! Come on….

It wasn’t going to work,never does. It’s just a mistake, a folly. Better off without you. [And the door slammed shut hard causing the journal to finally fall closed.]

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....Aw shit.

[Because seriously, this was all levels of not fucking good.]

Church, you fucking moron, what did you do?

[oh perfect, that went out to everyone... well fuck, that just figures.]

I don't want to talk about it.

You better fucking talk about it. I'm not dealing with Tex kicking my ass all over again!

Goddammit Tucker I said I don't want to fucking talk about it! What the fuck is so hard to understand about that?

[sigh]

[filtered to Tucker]

I'm not talking about it over the journals, you want to talk then you better fucking find me.

[because right now he wants nothing to do with anyone anymore.]

Yeah and I don't want to be picking my teeth out of my helmet. The world's filled with hardships, asshole.

[Filtered to Church.]

Fine. Where the fuck are you?

Then just stay the fuck away from her. I'm not your fucking babysitter dumbass.

Well I'm not your fucking babysitter either. But here we fucking are. Now where are you?

On my way to the hanger to get the warthog.

Then I'll meet you there, because we got other fucking problems.

I don't need any more problems Tucker, I have plenty already.

Yeah these problems do not involve where your dick has been. They involve a super-intelligent alien who has been mind-fucked by a crazy woman.

Tucker, what the fuck are you babbling about?

[Hey, his "dick problems" are pretty damned important thank you.]

Not talking over the journals about it dude. I'll be there soon.

[Church waits. All he wants is some time away, just a little god damn peace and quiet and not having to care about jack shit for a change... is that really too much to ask.

Of course it is, because the universe fucking hates him.]

[He'll listen to Tucker's 'big problem', the guy is his best friend even if he'll never admit it. But then he's gone. He's not getting sucked into any stupid bullshit.]

[Tucker arrives twenty minutes later, grumbling as he slams the door behind him closed. He looks around, finds Church, and walks right up to him with one finger pointed.]

Okay dude, I do not care what you stick your dick in, but you have better have a good fucking reason for screwing it up with the most dangerous sociopath that I've ever met.

Oh fuck you Tucker! I don't need you lecturing me about relationship problems!

Other than your own hand the only significant relationship you've ever been in has been with a rock!

[Well, he's just going to add a box full of guilt over yelling at Tucker on top of the suitcase full of guilt he's carrying about cheating on Tex. Because why not, he obviously needs more guilt in his life right now.]

When I know how to treat a lady better than you do, and I fuck rocks?

[Tucker put his hands up in the area, and significantly did not say anything else for a moment.] Anyways, forget your dick and mine too. The Doctor's been head-jacked.

The Doctor... the guy who wears a vegetable?

[Thank god for the change of subject. He doesn't want to have to confess how shitty he feels to Tucker... especially since it's still so painfully raw.]

Yeah, that's the guy. Someone named Mara is in there, having him do really fucked up shit so he can find followers for his ... her .. its cause. Trying to pull me into it, by knocking down all the chandeliers the other day.

[Welcome to distraction land!]

What, like Omega?

If not exactly, pretty fucking close.

Well, fuck.

[He doesn't know the Doctor very well, but York and Delta were both huge fans of the guy. They'd talked about him some, enough to know that Doctor + Omega-ish thing = pretty fucking bad.]

I'll go get my armor.

Probably a really good fucking idea.... except I have no idea how armor is going to help except to protect you from whatever this guy is up to.

Well, it's a start. We can figure out a plan on the way.

If whatever is in him is like Omega... maybe I can kick it out of his head? Or at least keep it busy so you can, I don't know... tie him up or something.

Well, as long as the plan is, don't get killed by crazy alien lady, I'm down.

[He frowned, scratching his head.] I don't know, honestly. ... wait you've got a body now can you still do that shit?

[he shrugs]

I don't see why not, this is just another robot body. I can jump from it to my old body and back no problem.

[guess who hasn't figured out his loss yet.]

...Yeah, see, whenever you say no problem, I get a bad feeling.

[A sigh.] But I don't see like we have any other fucking options, so yeah.

You know... I wish I could say I didn't.

[He gives a slight chuckle. It seemed like there was always one minor detail that turned his plans from 'awesome' to 'holy shit are you kidding me'. Like the hand of fate just reached down to swat him for shits and giggles.
Still, they've survived and eventually things worked out more or less right.]

Let's go get this over with.

What the fuck ... can't go any worse than the last time we tried this shit.

[Because that had ended ... with ... people being blown up and stuff. Which was not good. Hell.]

[Hey, they at least stopped Omega from doing whatever evil scheme he had in mind to use Junior to corrupt the alien religion and ... blah blah blah destroy the universe blah blah blah.]

[Yeah, yeah, do it once you do it a million times. Which it feels like they have.]

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