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returnjourneylogs2022-04-19 07:33 pm
rank1) wrote in returnjourneylogs2022-04-19 07:33 pm
#13 or something
Passengers: Travis Touchdown, Claire Fraser, William Temple and Misty Day
Location: The observation area outside the Loading Bay.
Date: sometime in April
Summary: Putting the "fun" in "funeral" by releasing the desiccated remains of a foam wife into space.
Warnings: Travis is going to say some really cringe shit but what else is new. And it is the loading bay, so the door is sometimes open, so if you want to crash it, hit me up.
Travis is putting in the slightest bit of effort to be laid back about this. Generally he wouldn't, but he's fortunate to be allowed to do this at all, so he's gotta make some gesture towards moderation. Can't risk William pulling the plug on this and putting the remains of his foam wife in the garburator or something, right? So here he is, dressed no different from any other day –– today's shirt says "WORLD FAMOUS". He has exactly one beer in him, which isn't really shit. The people he invited were chosen carefully, and they have exactly one thing in common, which he won't dare speak aloud. He knows what he's about, and that's what matters.
So this is how it starts: dearly beloved, we are gathered here to today to release the remains of one (1) foam wife into outer space. In the grand scheme of things, it would be cooler to do a sky burial where a sick-ass eagle comes and carries away the (foam) parts, or a viking type thing where the foam wife is sent out in a flaming Arvo or something, but neither is permissible, so here we are. Space-littering.
Location: The observation area outside the Loading Bay.
Date: sometime in April
Summary: Putting the "fun" in "funeral" by releasing the desiccated remains of a foam wife into space.
Warnings: Travis is going to say some really cringe shit but what else is new. And it is the loading bay, so the door is sometimes open, so if you want to crash it, hit me up.
Travis is putting in the slightest bit of effort to be laid back about this. Generally he wouldn't, but he's fortunate to be allowed to do this at all, so he's gotta make some gesture towards moderation. Can't risk William pulling the plug on this and putting the remains of his foam wife in the garburator or something, right? So here he is, dressed no different from any other day –– today's shirt says "WORLD FAMOUS". He has exactly one beer in him, which isn't really shit. The people he invited were chosen carefully, and they have exactly one thing in common, which he won't dare speak aloud. He knows what he's about, and that's what matters.
So this is how it starts: dearly beloved, we are gathered here to today to release the remains of one (1) foam wife into outer space. In the grand scheme of things, it would be cooler to do a sky burial where a sick-ass eagle comes and carries away the (foam) parts, or a viking type thing where the foam wife is sent out in a flaming Arvo or something, but neither is permissible, so here we are. Space-littering.