- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
solved.
-OK.
That was ... disturbing.
Widow stuck in her pin and I threw up a memory: only I retched it out through the network tentacle.
"Humor me," the Castaway said, playing
music in his room, ancient music, Jazz and Swing,
all in the mood. "Melissa", he said, "Have a drink with me".
I don't drink, but I asked for something anyway and sat,
holographically, and drank with him. He wasn't
regular crew, just along for the ride. We picked him up in
deep space, where he deployed Buoys, sending out waves of sound
to confuse the Enemy. A man that
seemed noble, classical and pure. A sailor with
Odysseus. He told stories about soldiers caught
waist deep in water, facing the enemy, their backs to
the Sea. "Melissa", he called me Melissa, never
used my nickname, "It's a sad thing I'm married,
You could break my heart". The weather was stormy, scratched vinyl and
all of us, a long way from home: I felt real.
God, this is disgusting.