Day 7: The Rocket Ship
Write about a rocket ship on its way to the moon or a distant galaxy far, far, away.
Continuation of The Vessel
Man, space was boring. I mean, don't get me wrong. The first couple of weeks was so cool. The ship was equipped to survive hundreds of years in space and it's super super fast. So we got through our galaxy and into the next within days versus years.
But unless you're an astrononerd, the gases and celestial bodies and multitudes of suns get boring after awhile. We don't even get to visit any of these planets. Well, "The Scribe" doesn't get to anyway. I just get to hear the explorers tell their stories while I type it all down. And let me tell you, none of them are natural storytellers.
So I took to watching the other people on the ship. Let's just say, it doesn't matter where you go in the universe, people are infinitely more bizarre and interesting.
Take Kyla in room 12. She's apparently sleeping with Barb in room 4, who is married to JJ. I don't know how many people know they're involved in an affair but I stumbled upon it a couple days ago when I was hiding in an undisclosed location from ANNA!
Anna's really taken to trying to "show me the ropes." And I'd rather hang her with them.
Anyway.
There's Mark and Marvin, a set of insanely creepy twin engineers who spend most of their time below decks "fixing stuff" but I suspect they're actually watching us women on the cameras. They know entirely too much about Maritza's dietary habits.
One of the explorers, Bobby, has intense paranoia. After we left our galaxy, we sent explorers down to SSX-223 (Essex in my head), a world filled with ice mountains and not much else. At some point while they were down there, Bobby got it into his head that they were being stalked by an invisible presence.
Yep. You read that correctly.
His paranoia has gotten so intense that the commander made him sit out the last exploration. Now he just wanders the dimly-lit hallways trying to get the rest of us to talk to him about whatever's allegedly following us.
I'll admit...sometimes when I'm sleeping, I wake up abruptly and I get this odd feeling that someone just left the room. And it's a tiny room, so not much place for an invisible creep to hide.
Or maybe it's just one of the twins?
Who the hell knows? All I know is, I'm BORED. There's only so many ways to describe deep, black space.
Maybe I should butter Anna or the commander up so they'll let me get down to one of the planets. Ya girl has high hopes.
“Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.”