Time Matters
OOC- Seeing as i'm still completely confused, not lost mind you, just confused... here's my half arsed attempt at a little post that will probably have nothing to do with what's actually going on. *chuckle*
Who- Sydra
Where- Crew Quarters
When- tough to say....
*a cup of two day old coffee, you're feelin' like yourself again
you're still on your own, you've survived another night
in this dingy room with the same four walls*
Syd stopped in the middle of the chord she was playing, and shook her head. "I could have sworn there was more to this song," she said aloud. "It's almost as if I've played that same part over." Paying little mind to the oddity she began to play again...
*a cup of two day old coffee, you're feelin' like yourself again
you're still on your own, you've survived another night
in this dingy room with the same four walls*
Stopping in the middle of the chord, Sydra shook her head, "Funny, I could have sworn there was more to this song...." Sydra looked at her vintage strat in bewilderment. Walking over to the stand, she placed the guitar back in it's home, grabbed a book from the table and laid down on her bunk. "So long and thanks for all the fish..." Sydra threw the book down grumpily as she said, "That line was really much funnier the first thousand times I read it." Closing her eyes she resolved herself to a nap...
*a cup of two day old coffee, you're feelin' like yourself again
you're still on your own, you've survived another night
in this dingy room with the same four walls*
Stopping in the middle of the chord she was playing, Sydra shook her head, "Funny, I could have sworn...." Before she finished the sentence, Sydra stood up and returned the strat to it's stand. As she went for a book on the table, she stopped mid grab. Scratching her head, she thought, "Curioser and curioser.... this all seems so familiar, as if perhaps this has all happened before..." Shrugging her shoulders she muttered, "De ja vu..." She sat down looking at the perfectly set up RISK board that lay on the table. Sydra sighed, it had been sometime since she had played, but she doubted anyone aboard would be much of a challenge to anyway.
As she sat staring at the board, she suddenly heard a voice behind her, "Fancy a game?" Turning around abruptly, Sydra found herself face to face with a stunningly dashing young man, about 6'2" with black hair and emerald green eyes. Tall dark and handsome to a tee. Not being all that impressed with his stunning good looks, Sydra was more concerned with just who he was and how he came to be standing in her quarters.
Standing up sydra looked him over quite calmly as she said, "Would you mind telling me just who you might be... and more importantly, how in the smeggin' hell did you get in here?" The tall stranger chuckled as he replied, "Gee, you think you'd recognize me." Now more confused than ever, Sydra scratched her head. She knew that she was guilty of over imbibing on warm lagers, but she was fairly sure she couldn't have forgotten someone who looked like that. Grabbing a pack of cigarettes from they're place beside the RISK board, she lit one as she asked the stranger, "And why exactly should I recognize you?" The stranger didn't say a word, just stood there with a grin as he raised an eyebrow. Sydra cleared her throat as she stumbled over her words. "Well I honestly have no idea who you are... but since you insist that I know you.... I guess it would be fair to say... that we've.... ummmmm.... had it off?" That question made Sydra feel like a complete idiot, but she couldn't think of any other logical explanation. The stranger chuckled as he replied, "Well, I geuss that all depends on how you look at it." Very exassperated with his coy comments, Sydra bellowed, "And just what the hell is that supposed to mean?" The stranger looked at her as if she were a few bricks short of a load as he said, "I'm YOU, ya smarmy git!" Sydra cocked her head to the side and now raised her eyebrow in disbelievment. "That is the most preposterous thing I've ever heard!" Once again chuckling he replied, "Preposterous, perhaps, but true nonetheless... by the way, you never responded to my earlier question... fancy a game?"
Still not believing that she was in fact talking to herself Sydra stated slowly, "Well there are only two of us... or me... whatever, but I suppose I'm up for a game..." Sydra watched incredously as he sat accross the table from her. "Ok," he said, "I'm blue." Sydra eyed him menacingly, "No... I'm blue."
"Fine you're blue, I'll be red. Now would you kindly distribute the infantries, so we can get to placement." Sydra looked at what was presumably herself and said testily, "Just a second there matey, I'll have no sass from you!" Grinning he replied, "You mean YOU don't you?"
"Isn't that what I said?" Sydra asked, she then realized he was trying to get her worked up in order to distract her from the game that hadn't even started. "Very funny clever trousers! Now you've got your smeggin infantries get to placing them."
As the two sat placing their armies, Sydra broke the short silence, "So tell me... if you really are me, where did you come from, paralell dimension or something?"
"Not exactly," he replied. "I'm from the future..."
Sydra burst into cynical laughter. "Oh, is that so? Well if you are the 'future' me, what's with the, errr, body?" Grinning with pride he stated, "Quite attractive innit?" Once again fumbling for words, Sydra said, "Well, I suppose so. But are you actually trying to tell me that I'll chose that body in the future?"
"Well only for a bit, I mean seriously, do you think you'll be happy with that form you've assumed forever?" Consternation apparent on her face she said, "What's wrong with this form, I quite like it, and I've grown accustomed to it." Shaking his head with aggitation, 'future', Syd replied, "That's just the problem with you, man. You've totally repressed what you really are. I mean when's the last time you've changed so much as your eyecolour?" Sydra looked at him for a moment as she tried to think up something to say. "Ummmm, this morning in fact. I'm fairly certain my eyes were grey when i woke up."
"Oh really? And what colour have your eyes been for the past several years, hmmmm? GREY, you daft bint!" Jumping up from her seated position, Sydra exclaimed, "Now, I've had just about enough of you! You waltz in here telling me you're me from the future and then proceed to insult me! While you certainly may have my skill for colourful not so nice things to say, you certainly don't have my tempermant! You've done nothing but grin and guffaw the whole time you've been here! That's certainly not one of my characteristics." Following suit and also standing he replied, "All in good time... Once you stop repressing your natural tendancies, you'll be much happier with yourself... and you may even outgrow thos silly lyrical outbursts." Very much insulted at this point, Sydra came to her own defense, "And just what is wrong with my singing!?" Patting her on the shoulder he said, "Come now, don't get all uppity. there's nothing wrong with your singing, it's just much better when you do it out of want instead of as a defense mechanisim."
Sydra sighed as she sat. If this really was her future self, there was definitely no reason to argue. At this point she had grown weary of the idea of playing RISK, considering she now saw that there was no way she could possibly win. Future Syd walked over to where the strat stood and picked it up. "You know, for being so grumpy all the time you really are way too nice for you're own good. While Dad may forever get by playing niceguy, I guarantee you will someday outgrow it. Think about it, when's the last time you made a tasty snack of someone's vanity or fear?" Sydra looked at herself, himself, itself, what ever, with confusion. "Errr, I'm not quite sure i follow..."
"You really are repressed aren't you," he replied with what could be described as pity. "I guess it's really not your fault, Dad was quite good at teaching you to shut yourself off.... No matter though, you'll learn." Sydra picked up her cigs again and lit one, as her future self then followed suit. As they lit their respective fags, future Syd said, "Well I can see you're now disintersted with the idea of a game, what do you say we go get a lager?" Sydra couldn't see what harm it would do, besides she may have a better time accepting this odd situation with a few beers. "I suppose so," she said. And with that they were off to Parrots.
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OOC- Help! once again i'm completely confused so any help would be greatly appreciated
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