Party Rock Anthem only it's played on kazoos

[sacrificialpawn]

[Oscar is a practiced master at Coping (tm) in the face of things he would prefer not to address in any sort of healthy or rational manner. After the events of yesterday, he's somehow getting the feeling that he isn't the only one, which means that in his mind there is only one thing to do: this translates to yet another Walmart booze heist (even larger than the original), a few side trips to amass snacks because RIP his kitchen, and some haphazardly erected decorations in one of the spare rooms to try to at least give off something of a celebratory atmosphere... but let's be real here, this is just Misery x CPR x Reese's Puffs + alcohol.

Sunday morning will find handwritten notes tucked under everyone's doors inviting them to a party that evening, snacks and drinks (that particular word underlined a couple of times, just in case people didn't pick up on the meaning of "party") provided gratis.

There's alcohol, there's soda for the minors, there's plenty of junk food to eat, and there are a whole bunch of other people who are also Going Through It. What better recipe for a party could you ask for?

... don't answer that.]

Comments

[reallyfishy]

Huh! Really? How are Matorans created, then?

[He promises they don’t need to get deep into it, he’s too drunk for that.]

[crosswired]

[Are you ready for a BIG SHRUG because that's what you're getting]

That's within the scope of the Turaga, not us. I certainly know I don't remember anything about being created.

[reallyfishy]

So ya just remember…existin’ all of the sudden?

[crosswired]

Mm. More that... anything beyond a certain point gets very fuzzy. When I first came to my Metru, when I first was assigned a job...

I don't really remember a time where I existed as anything but what I was. All that was different was my lack of experiences.

[reallyfishy]

Huh, that’s pretty interestin’.

[He takes a sip of whiskey.]

But I guess it kinda lines up with how human memories work. S’not like I remember what was goin’ through my head when I was born.

[crosswired]

I have been told your young ones come into this world with very little at all, almost like the young of the beasts. Is that true?

[reallyfishy]

Honestly, we’re probably more useless on our own than baby animals and monsters are. Baby humans are totally dependent on someone ta care for ‘em ‘til they get older, and that takes years.

[crosswired]

I think that's what amazes me the most. Having to rely on another so thoroughly at the beginning of life.

Reading, writing, speaking - that was never anything I had to learn. I just knew it. It was just matters of society, history, profession,... those sorts of things that felt like a blank slate. You learned from your peers and those you apprenticed under.

[reallyfishy]

And what you’re sayin’ amazes me. Matorans sure are amazin’.

[crosswired]

[Yeah he'll raise a glass to that, hell yeah matoran sure are amazing!]

I'd have to agree. I wouldn't be trying nearly as hard for all of them as I do now if I did not love them all so dearly.

[reallyfishy]

Y'know, I never did ask- How close are you and yer team ta freein' 'em?

[crosswired]

[He goes quiet as he pulls the glass away from his mouth.]

Right, right. I suppose you didn't see that far.

How we sorted our way out of that is hardly a story for mixed company. But before things got as... as bad as they did, we had managed to scavenge up enough to repair some of the airships still left intact from the bioquakes. We needed as much space as we could.

The Matoran are still in stasis right now. But they are no longer trapped in what remains of the city. [His smile is bittersweet into his glass.] Should Mata Nui look kindly on us, then they will be freed as soon as I return.