video | un: Priorly (old man yells at clouds)

[priorly]

[After a cluster of days spent surfing park benches, with sleep only a brief and unwelcome interruption, Prior has finally made it to the space station. He comes onto the screen, a black shadow in a gleaming hallway: if he looks like death on a mission to avenge itself, that is the intended effect. It may be more Norma Desmond descending a staircase, but that's not far off, either. He's still clutching a cane just to hold himself upright. His voice is raspy but loud, and just a few notes higher pitched than it should be.]

Is everyone back from the dead now? Good. Wouldn't want our new arrivals seeing the aftereffects of that little mess, would we. How good that our merciful overseers can let us go through days of torture, days of agony, let our skin slough off and our eyes burn out, let us choke on gas until we suffocate from it, then kindly bring us back so we can all do it again next time someone in this sadistic little shithole gets a fresh bee in their bonnet.

You know - on earth - I always had trouble with the idea of a non-interventionist God. But non-interventionist omnipotent aliens? Well goddamn. Fuck that. Fuck them.

Oh, they can play with the native's minds so a talking racoon looks like business as usual, but they can't stop them wanting to kidnap us?

They can see everything we do and they can't tell our fucking friends where we are?

What is the point of them, then? What's the point of any of this? They haven't rescued us from any storm, they've just left us stranded on a tiny, hostile island, wondering whether our little bit of sand is going to wash away before or after the natives get around to eating us.

Well I am tired and I am sick and I am through with this bullshit. Was anyone else told they'd look after our loved ones for us? Because I have loved ones down there now, and they were not looked after well. Maybe I should let a few of the next-to-wake know exactly how reassuring all those promises look now.

I don't know what to do, but it seems to me that we're being hung out to dry down there, and someone needs to do something. So I'm going to start by finding one of these assholes and seeing what happens.

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video; un: lady

[unprays]

There are no Gods who care, [ comes her response, as matter-of-fact as it is cold — though not towards him. she hasn't had a particularly nice experience with trusting in Gods. ]

What do you think they'll tell you, even if you can get them to listen to you? That they couldn't do anything, because the locals think the station is a moon, because them doing anything could have aroused their suspicions. They'll tell you they're sorry, that it's horrible that it happened, and that they'll try to stop it from happening again. And if you're not happy with that, they'll remind you that your loved ones are still sleeping, that they're alive only because they're trying to save them.

[ her tone is quiet, bitter. clearly she's thought of this, all of this, before. he's not the only one who's angered by all of this, especially when she was promised she'd never have to go through anything like she had in Westeros again... and true, she hadn't. but those she loved had, and she can forgive that even less. ]

[priorly]

Oh, I know. [Really, first-hand experience on that front.] But these aren't gods. And I know their policies, their cover story. But there was nothing to stop them letting one of us know where the others were. That's not intervention, it's human decency. And even if they're not human, we are, and we're what they're working with.

[And maybe he'd rather his loved ones didn't wake into that kind of world.]

If they'll try to stop it next time, I'd take that. I'd take something that shows they even noticed.

[unprays]

Aren't they?

[ for all intents and purposes, they might as well be, especially Darma. ]

So would I, but I'm not holding my breath. Don't misunderstand me, ser, I am as angry as you are. My friends, who I love dearly, suffered much, and after already suffering in our world they deserve none of it. None who went through what happened deserved it. But there's no justice in the world, any world, not unless we make it.

[ the words have stuck with her, and for all of Littlefinger's lies, she believes this one — they would be better off trying to think of what they can do to stop this from happening again, than trust those on the station to do anything for them. they didn't do anything now — why would she trust them to do anything in the future? ]