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tushanshu2016-09-20 07:45 pm
aspacepirate) wrote in tushanshu2016-09-20 07:45 pm
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Oh, hey...this log...
I don't have to do that here, do I? Well, alright, that makes things slightly easier and less formal, but I guess I have to explain things again... (Not like he has been formal or proper in any of his past logs, anyway?) So, the name's Mark Watney and I'm deciding to go with the quick explanation, so if something doesn't make sense - just ask, I don't want to have to try to think of every single thing right now...
Basically, where I'm from...that version of Earth, anyway... we've been going to Mars for a little while, about 2 missions completed and mine and then at least two more after that - if they don't cancel the missions - and basically a series of weird circumstances happened coupled with a set of weird circumstances that somehow lead to me surviving - I got myself stuck on Mars. Yeah, stuck. They thought I was a dead man, but nooooo I have to like a cat with the whole nine lives thing. Or a zombie. Or some other thing... zombie would be pretty sweet, though. But not like the whole romantic comedy type.
(Mark actually tries to chuckle and manages it but he's just going to sit there and wince at the same time. Note to anyone who asks? Body slamming a detached airlock hurts after the third time, same with being thrown around like a rag doll - do not recommend if you can avoid it.) In any case, I was kind of in the middle of a situation before I woke up here and my face plate kind of got f....messed up. Sh...crap, it's not sinking in that I don't have that thing here with me. It's back in the rover. That's going to be really, really bad if I figure out how to get out of here and back to the red dusted hellhole.
(He frowns.) Well, at least it was sealed, I guess and even if I come up with a plan it's not like I'm gonna remember it, anyway, right? (But, what else is he going to do? Sit and twiddle his thumbs all day? Nah, that just sounds lame.)
In any case, you have no idea how glad I am that there are other people here. No idea at all.
(It hasn't been a day at a carnival, that's for sure.)
I don't have to do that here, do I? Well, alright, that makes things slightly easier and less formal, but I guess I have to explain things again... (Not like he has been formal or proper in any of his past logs, anyway?) So, the name's Mark Watney and I'm deciding to go with the quick explanation, so if something doesn't make sense - just ask, I don't want to have to try to think of every single thing right now...
Basically, where I'm from...that version of Earth, anyway... we've been going to Mars for a little while, about 2 missions completed and mine and then at least two more after that - if they don't cancel the missions - and basically a series of weird circumstances happened coupled with a set of weird circumstances that somehow lead to me surviving - I got myself stuck on Mars. Yeah, stuck. They thought I was a dead man, but nooooo I have to like a cat with the whole nine lives thing. Or a zombie. Or some other thing... zombie would be pretty sweet, though. But not like the whole romantic comedy type.
(Mark actually tries to chuckle and manages it but he's just going to sit there and wince at the same time. Note to anyone who asks? Body slamming a detached airlock hurts after the third time, same with being thrown around like a rag doll - do not recommend if you can avoid it.) In any case, I was kind of in the middle of a situation before I woke up here and my face plate kind of got f....messed up. Sh...crap, it's not sinking in that I don't have that thing here with me. It's back in the rover. That's going to be really, really bad if I figure out how to get out of here and back to the red dusted hellhole.
(He frowns.) Well, at least it was sealed, I guess and even if I come up with a plan it's not like I'm gonna remember it, anyway, right? (But, what else is he going to do? Sit and twiddle his thumbs all day? Nah, that just sounds lame.)
In any case, you have no idea how glad I am that there are other people here. No idea at all.
(It hasn't been a day at a carnival, that's for sure.)
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So it's not like you're bleeding horribly or anything? Because that's a good thing. No one wants that.
Welcome to the turtle.
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No, no. Not bleeding or anything like that. It's not like I got impaled this time. (Thankfully for everyone else on the Turtle, that is.) Just tossed around like a rag doll.
The turtle, huh? Is that what everyone's going to call this place?
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Still, ouch. But if you're sure you're okay, I won't force you to the healer's guild.
That's what we're living on, a turtle. The city is called Keeliai, though.
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(Mark feels the slightest bit relieved that there isn't the possibility of being forced against his will to what he believes may be a group of psuedo-healers. Sure, these things existed in games, not in the world he was in that was "real".
Of course, he would have to go if he was missing a limb or bleeding - he's not a fool - and if Commander Lewis or Bossy Beck told him to get moving - he would do just that, but without them there to order or give him all the reasons to go, he is just going to have to try to care for himself.
But, he also notes, since more than one person had mentioned this place, he's just going to assume that's the closest to a doctor's office that he will get.)
Man, I know they said that we weren't imagining this place, but a turtle...
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[That's pretty much it. Or, well, magical healing. That's a big thing, too. ]
A turtle. I mean, whoever would have thought that was paw-sible, right?