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[shrugs] It's not like I have plans.
What kind?
[he has a vague idea of what parties are.]
[he has a vague idea of what parties are.]
That is also all that can be asked for. Thank you Friday.
[ Instantly, ] best of three.
[ There's no way Fio isn't winning this. ]
[ There's no way Fio isn't winning this. ]
That old favorite.
Well. Birthday girl goes first, right?
Well. Birthday girl goes first, right?
[a pause.
then, a grin.]
Well. Looks like you managed to escape samsara after all, didn't you.
then, a grin.]
Well. Looks like you managed to escape samsara after all, didn't you.
[ She stands next to Sparkles, looking into the mirror with a smile, pleased with how they both look. ]
You can wear all sorts of things, if you want! Not just for Halloween. I've always thought playing dress up was tons of fun. [ And she has more of a selection to play with here than back home. ] The Tommy Bahama place has a bunch of colorful stuff with fun patterns. Hats, too. Or maybe we can get someone to make you some nice formal clothes.
You can wear all sorts of things, if you want! Not just for Halloween. I've always thought playing dress up was tons of fun. [ And she has more of a selection to play with here than back home. ] The Tommy Bahama place has a bunch of colorful stuff with fun patterns. Hats, too. Or maybe we can get someone to make you some nice formal clothes.
The cycle every living being resides in.
[draws a circle in the air, inching along with each word.]
Birth. Life. Death. Birth. Life. Death. Until you reach enlightenment, [his finger veers off course] whatever that may mean. And the cycle is broken.
[draws a circle in the air, inching along with each word.]
Birth. Life. Death. Birth. Life. Death. Until you reach enlightenment, [his finger veers off course] whatever that may mean. And the cycle is broken.
Truth. I hardly have the time for how complicated your dares can get...
Well, that depends, doesn't it? On what you do with it.
"Beyond caste, creed, family or lineage. That which is without name and form, beyond merit and demerit. That which is beyond space, time and sense-objects... You are that, God himself. Meditate this within yourself."
"Beyond caste, creed, family or lineage. That which is without name and form, beyond merit and demerit. That which is beyond space, time and sense-objects... You are that, God himself. Meditate this within yourself."
[ ...Fio isn't even trying to win. Or lose. She just wants everyone to have fun! And she's just kind of confused right now? Awkwardly smiles. ]
Um... okay? Sure! I'll get the next race started. [ Rainbow Road Round 2!!! ] Let's try to get to the finish line this time!
Um... okay? Sure! I'll get the next race started. [ Rainbow Road Round 2!!! ] Let's try to get to the finish line this time!
For parties! And dances. Some of the parties here have a dress code. [ Sways her arms a bit, giving her skirt a little swoosh. ] The outfits are really nice...
[ ...And she kind of wants to drag Sparkles onto the dance floor like they're in a princess ball. ]
[ ...And she kind of wants to drag Sparkles onto the dance floor like they're in a princess ball. ]
[you asked for it]
...When I arrived on the ship, I didn't know anything about how it worked. I didn't know who you were, what Friday was, what the engine was. I made a promise to myself and others that I would do everything I could to fix this -- to save every lost soul that had been brought here for reasons outside of my comprehension. It's the nastiest bout of unabashed heroics I've ever developed, and it's been here with me since day one.
When I made that promise, I meant it. When people pushed back and suggested you weren't included, I corrected them. I still correct them when they accuse you of being the jailer and not another prisoner like the rest of us. And yet, when I said everyone, I didn't mean everyone. I meant you and I and all of the passengers, because I thought, like you, that Friday was nothing more than a tool. Like a reflection from my world -- as alive as an automated telemarketing call, with no real ambition of her own. No desires beyond what you'd put in her head.
Then, the island happened. Jenny happened. You saw exactly what I saw, even if you don't want to admit it -- Friday has her own life, her own desires, her own needs and wants that have power over this place. She doesn't want to die any more than I do, and like you, she doesn't know what to expect when this place is gone. She's just like you and I and everyone else stuck on this ship. You might have created her out of dirt and teeth and blood, but that's not what she is. And you might have wanted her to be someone else, but she isn't. She's her own person. And I owe it to her, the same as I owe it to you and the other passengers, to do everything I can to ensure she at least has a chance to realize that for herself. The same way I want you to realize it.
And as someone who is deeply, literally madly in love with you, I owe it to both of us to extend that effort to Sparkles. It may not be part of you anymore, but it still is you. And I won't abandon any part of you, even the part that hates and distrusts me. Especially not that part. Not when it's learning how to be its own person, just like you and just like Friday. Especially not when it cares as much about Fio as I do.
...When I arrived on the ship, I didn't know anything about how it worked. I didn't know who you were, what Friday was, what the engine was. I made a promise to myself and others that I would do everything I could to fix this -- to save every lost soul that had been brought here for reasons outside of my comprehension. It's the nastiest bout of unabashed heroics I've ever developed, and it's been here with me since day one.
When I made that promise, I meant it. When people pushed back and suggested you weren't included, I corrected them. I still correct them when they accuse you of being the jailer and not another prisoner like the rest of us. And yet, when I said everyone, I didn't mean everyone. I meant you and I and all of the passengers, because I thought, like you, that Friday was nothing more than a tool. Like a reflection from my world -- as alive as an automated telemarketing call, with no real ambition of her own. No desires beyond what you'd put in her head.
Then, the island happened. Jenny happened. You saw exactly what I saw, even if you don't want to admit it -- Friday has her own life, her own desires, her own needs and wants that have power over this place. She doesn't want to die any more than I do, and like you, she doesn't know what to expect when this place is gone. She's just like you and I and everyone else stuck on this ship. You might have created her out of dirt and teeth and blood, but that's not what she is. And you might have wanted her to be someone else, but she isn't. She's her own person. And I owe it to her, the same as I owe it to you and the other passengers, to do everything I can to ensure she at least has a chance to realize that for herself. The same way I want you to realize it.
And as someone who is deeply, literally madly in love with you, I owe it to both of us to extend that effort to Sparkles. It may not be part of you anymore, but it still is you. And I won't abandon any part of you, even the part that hates and distrusts me. Especially not that part. Not when it's learning how to be its own person, just like you and just like Friday. Especially not when it cares as much about Fio as I do.
[Knocking at the cabin door in the morning, shortly after her usual morning check-in of artifact storage.]
Sparkles! Good morning! I have some questions that might suck, but I gotta ask 'em anyway! Can I come in?
Sparkles! Good morning! I have some questions that might suck, but I gotta ask 'em anyway! Can I come in?
[he's silent during the whole speech, visibly sullen hardly a few sentences into it. is this what his life will be now. heroic speeches. he didn't sign up for this. why does loving one person mean you have to care about anyone else. one already feels like too many to handle.
it means that, in the end, he doesn't respond to the grand speech with much more than crossed arms and a quiet huff.]
it means that, in the end, he doesn't respond to the grand speech with much more than crossed arms and a quiet huff.]
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