♻ 004 | audio

[tucky]

Hey.

Right now I'm seeing a lot of people - or I guess just a couple of people - talking about their friends leaving. You know, getting ported out. And what I'm wondering is, is there a way to make it so that doesn't happen? 'Cause I wanna avoid it, if I can; I actually really like it here a lot, and I wanna stay. I got my apartment, and my job, and people who are kind to me - like Raina, Traci, Dr. Chilton, Toro, Jesse, Ramír... and lots more, probably.

[A good half of the people she's named have clued into how easily led she is and are using her for their own nefarious purposes. She has absolutely no idea.]

And, I mean, I can't be the only person who feels like that, right? Do any of y'all agree with me? 'Cause a lot of people seem happy here. It's a fucking nice world we're in. Nicer than where I'm from, that's for damn sure.

If I could just stay here forever, I think I would.

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[tucky]

Ain't that kind of a cop-out?

It's still not believing.

[textualhealing]

But it is believing. It's believing there might be something out there, but knowing that it's pretty impossible to prove or disprove. It's also about not giving a shit.

[tucky]

Why wouldn't you give a shit?

[Completely ignoring the fact that she used to not give a shit herself.]

[textualhealing]

Why should I give a shit?

[tucky]

Most people care about their immortal souls.

[textualhealing]

If we believe that. Some of us are all for living in the moment.

[tucky]

[... Well, she can't really speak out against that, considering it's what she does almost all of the time.]

I do both.

[textualhealing]

Live in the moment and worry about your sins and immortal soul after? You know all the best partiers are probably in hell anyway, right? i mean, if hell even exists.

[tucky]

I'm a great partier, and I'm not going to hell.

[She is far less sure of that than she pretends to be.]

[textualhealing]

What's the party scene like in heaven? Doesn't sound like they'd have alcohol there. And there'd be a whole lot of long beards and stoning. Not sure it's my kinda scene.

[tucky]

Well...

[Things she has never thought of: this.]

I don't know. I think everybody likes it when they get there.

[textualhealing]

[Sorry for ruining heaven for you.]

Yeah, no. That's the kind of thing parents would say when you really don't wanna go to some dinner or something and they're like 'C'mon, you'll love it when you get there' and you're all 'Ugh, fine' and you get there and really it sucks as much ass as you thought it would. If I had a friend telling me to come to this great bar that doesn't allow alcohol, gays, sex before marriage, smoking, fun and has some really funky rules that haven't been changed in a few thousand years, I think I'd probably stay home and roll around in sin for the night.

[tucky]

Okay, how the hell would you know?

... Heaven's gotta allow alcohol and sex. There's no way it wouldn't.

[textualhealing]

Have you even read the bible?

[tucky]

Of course.

[Very select bits and pieces.]

[textualhealing]

Well, I haven't. But I hear that God guy is kinda lacking in a funny bone. Or a fun bone.

But hey, look. I'm not trying to dig. You are totally okay to do your religion thing. Just don't get your hopes up over something that hasn't been updated since forever ago. You'd think God would keep us updated more, like blog bible updates or some crap.

[tucky]

If you haven't, I know a lot more than you.

[textualhealing]

You do. But I know Satan.

[tucky]

I don't want to talk about that.

[textualhealing]

What do you wanna talk about?

[tucky]

... I don't know.

Alcohol and sex.

[Just trying to vaguely lighten the mood, even though this Satan stuff makes her really uncomfortable.]

[textualhealing]

Two amazing subject matters. Those are like, my two favorite things.

[tucky]

Yeah? At least you got good taste with that.

[textualhealing]

Favorite alcohol?

[tucky]

I always drank beer at home, but a couple months ago this guy bought me a cocktail in a bar - wow. I don't remember what it was called, but it was great.