[Marty gets spit out by his pod and faceplants the floor.
But the pain isn't exactly unwelcomed there, and it takes him a few minutes to realize what had happened not long before, and how he's pretty much not dead. Maybe it's residual crazy, but he laughs like a completely insane person, and anyone around him will probably worry he will stab them with something sharp or maybe jump on their backs or something radically socially incorrect. He's pretty much ready for someone to carve into him about how stupid it was going into that brig, but he doesn't care at the moment, because he's fucking alive.
Fucking survived.
He's on his feet and off to find Dana, make sure someone dragged her back to her pod, because if they didn't, he'll flip the hell out is what. Of course, by the time he gets to anyone else he might want to let know he's alive and well, he's sporting a red, bloody nose from the girl's petite fist to his face. Hopefully nobody else is planning on hitting him today, all things considered, but it's not like he's about to fuck off without people knowing they all made it out.
You know what this means, Tranquility —
Looks like Marty's Space Potato Chips aren't going to be shelved.
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But the pain isn't exactly unwelcomed there, and it takes him a few minutes to realize what had happened not long before, and how he's pretty much not dead. Maybe it's residual crazy, but he laughs like a completely insane person, and anyone around him will probably worry he will stab them with something sharp or maybe jump on their backs or something radically socially incorrect. He's pretty much ready for someone to carve into him about how stupid it was going into that brig, but he doesn't care at the moment, because he's fucking alive.
Fucking survived.
He's on his feet and off to find Dana, make sure someone dragged her back to her pod, because if they didn't, he'll flip the hell out is what. Of course, by the time he gets to anyone else he might want to let know he's alive and well, he's sporting a red, bloody nose from the girl's petite fist to his face. Hopefully nobody else is planning on hitting him today, all things considered, but it's not like he's about to fuck off without people knowing they all made it out.
You know what this means, Tranquility —
Looks like Marty's Space Potato Chips aren't going to be shelved.
Not this jump.]