#strandd

“Figured,” Sam grumbles, before opening the holodeck to check his orders. He places an override on the pizza, generating an authorized substitute. “Think of it as skippin’ the tip. It happens.” He lowers the hologram, hands moving to adjust the straps of his backpack. “What'dya mean, beyond the veil?”

@strandd​ said: “Can’t help but feel at any point someone’s going to produce a piglet and make us chase it.” // to jackie!

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          “Would it really be that bad? I wouldn’t mind chasin’ a piglet.” There’s something deeper he should probably be grasping here, but for the life of him, Jackie can’t figure out what that might be. He doesn’t have the know-how to solve riddles, he’s too used to taking everything at face value and running with that.

Has no idea what just happened and just looks at Sam awkwardly.

⸺   THE INITIAL TRAIN of thought is all but lost when Heartman opens his mouth to speak, shuts it, turns to face Sam with an almost puzzled expression, and then finally speaks. “Did you ever actually sign a contract?” Bridges has always been rather loose with anything that could be read as legality, seeing as—for the moment, at least—there are no actual laws. 

Hm. The questions of laws and legality always get strange since the Stranding decimated everything. It’s possible he’s still operating under the guidelines of what he probably did sign the first time he started official work for Bridges, back when there was still some semblance of society and country…

22. Does ‘honesty’ matter? + @strandd

Of course honesty mattered to the Timelord, those who were dishonest, they were always the ones with something to hide. But it went deeper than just lies and truth. 

It was about ones morals, one who was honest doesn’t do things that are morally wrong. 

And it always made the Timelord question and doubt himself in being a honest person. He had done bad in his past and he sure as hell didn’t know what hard choices there would be, to make in his future. 

There was blood on his hands, he couldn’t always save everyone, and sometimes the ones lost were the ones who meant the most to him, his friends, his family and those who would forever be stained across his hearts.

Those that he would always hold himself up to, try to hold himself too. But he wasn’t a honest person, he bent truths and lied. His first rule was the Doctor lies. 

So was it right he judged others on such a thing as honesty, if one was honest or not. He had turned in rage once he found out someone was lying to him, unless his friends calmed him or held him back. 

@strandd ( :D )

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Listen, stranger. Wilford is dealing with a fading hangover. Having someone approach, accuse him of something with a key, and flashing a bright light in his face is certainly not helping. His free hand rubs the bridge of his nose and his eyes, before finally looking at the other.

“If ya want th’ key, I’ll give it t’ ya. I’m sure I can get another one ‘round here. An’ fer th’ record, I’m no ‘BT’. I’m a ‘WW’, or ya can call me Wilford Warfstache.” That... Sounded smoother in his head. No matter! This man is full of mysteries and it’s piquing reporter curiosity.