It Never Rains in Space: A Very Serious Story [FT|Closed]

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It Never Rains in Space: A Very Serious Story [FT|Closed]

Postby Birina » Sat Jul 02, 2022 1:47 pm

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Christon walked into his well-lit and not at all despairing home. He opened the door with his hands, not by kicking it in. He glanced in the mirror that particularly normal people put in their homes' entryways and ensured his false moustache looked alright. He placed his car keys on one of the many flat surfaces that existed in his home, banishing from his mind any concerns that he was in some sort of sick universe where everything was curved and rounded. His wife, Kitty, greeted him by taking his briefcase and kissing him on the lips, her false moustache briefly mingling with his own.

"You're going to have to put little Susie to bed, Chris. She's wide awake and she's been waiting for a respectable father figure to come home all night."

"I will, honey. Sorry for being late again, I was stuck at my office doing all sorts of boring things that normal private investigators do. Taking depositions, monitoring security footage, looking into insurance claims... you know, those things."

"It's okay. Your thankless, boring work as a totally normal guy is what puts food on our table. And I'm a supportive wife who doesn't deal drugs. Because that's what we as a society have decided good stories are about."

Susie the normal and not abused child ran up to Christon and grabbed the hand he used to open doors.

"Daddy!" She said, her false moustache glistening with hope, "I want a story!"

"Well, alright. Maybe one."

"But first, read me an introduction! Please!" Susie said, being neither a mutant nor an orphan.

Christon was wary of the book she had brought him which was entitled 'An Anthology of Introductions and Delicious Soup Recipes'. He knew just how exciting introductions could be and, for an ignorant child too underdeveloped to understand them, possibly very upsetting!

"Alright, let's go to your quiet and warmly lit bedroom and I'll read one of these introductions." Christon led her to the inoffensive room and cracked open the volume she had proffered after she was settled in. He began to read the introduction from said book. It was the seventy-ninth such introduction in the anthology.

"Like all good introductions," Christon read aloud, "This introduction begins by complimenting the intelligence of the reader. What a smart little reader you are. What a handsome, good, intelligent reader with pearly white teeth and no odors of uncertain provenance. You know your father, have excellent hygiene, and almost surely wipe from front to back. You're especially smart if you get offended by introductions, this one included. Apple pie. Moms. Purring kittens. Never forget they attacked us because they hate our freedom. God bless you and goodnight."

After reading that riveting introduction, Christon began his bedtime story in proper.

"This is a story about a land in our time, which we call the present because that's how people normally refer to contemporary time periods. The narrator in this story never curses. Captains of ships are almost indistinguishable from one another and, indeed, all characters are more or less alike. Narration offers no pithy commentary, but expounds at length about how space ships and lasers work. We're not invested in any plot to speak of, drugs are rarely mentioned..."

Little Susie yawned. The boring world that Christon had created was successfully putting her to sleep.

"There are no zany characters who use flawed philosophy to disprove inanimate objects. Technology, including windmills, was all discovered in the correct order. And every once in a while people get together to see who has the coolest space ships, but none of them will admit that anyone's space ships are cooler than theirs. They only append the word 'space' to words that a majority of people agree it should be appended to and nobody pauses to introspect about how a futuristic society probably wouldn't add the word 'space' in front of 'ship' just like how past societies didn't refer to maritime vessels as 'ocean ships'..."

The almost impossibly mundane nature of the world Christon described quickly put Susie to sleep, overpowered as she was by how incredibly boring the setting, its characters, and everything they did were. Christon let her sleep and went into the living room to enjoy a mutually supportive relationship with his wife when there was a knock at the door. He opened it, taking great pains to avoid kicking it in, to reveal the Mayor of the Ship. He was a large, jovial man who almost certainly would never embezzle money from orphans or sweep murders under the rug. Under his false moustache he had a real moustache.

"I'm sorry to be advancing the plot at such an unreasonable hour, Christon, but I had to speak with you."

"Is it a mystery? Or something you need solved that the force can't handle?"

"No, no. It's about your Private Investigator's license. It lapsed last week because you didn't resubmit for licensure in time."

"Oh, no! That is a very real problem for a Private Investigator to face! Can I no longer practice?"

"No, it's not as bad as all that. I granted you a temporary extension on your current license to give you time to resubmit for licensure. I did this because we aren't some sort of bizarre satire of democracy, but an actual, upstanding democracy that does reasonable things in reasonable ways."

"Uhm... okay. Thanks. I guess. So that's it?"

"Yup, that's it!" The Mayor left without making a rude comment about Christon's wife’s tits or Christon's wife, which was attached to them. Christon shut the door again and turned back to Kitty.

"Should we, like, fight or something?"

"No, I'm very satisfied with our relationship and see no need for conflict."

Christon stalked over to the ice cabinet and poured himself a glass of lemonade. It tasted like lemonade and contained no mood altering substances.

"Hoo boy." He said, "Nothing like going home from a normal day of work to not drink alcohol."
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Postby Birina » Fri Jul 08, 2022 12:05 pm

Christon had to go to the store today to make his Birinian Chicken Salad, which is what Birinians called chicken salad. He grabbed some currency, which is what Birinians exchange for goods and services, and walked to the store while holding the currency out in front of him as he walked. The currency could have been paper or plastic or metal, but it wasn't. It was something much weirder and way more of a stretch than any of those things because things are unnecessarily complicated in the future.

At the store, he purchased one live chicken, which is one of the main ingredients of Birinian Chicken Salad, and went back to his apartment. There was no change to his apartment since he left. Indeed, it wasn't even slightly burned down.

"Oh darn." Christon said, emoting as little as possible, "I only bought one ingredient. I need to return to the store." He got some more currency and walked to the store, holding it behind him as he walked. He made purchase of one illiterate foreigner, which is important because that's who makes the chicken salad. He brutally dragged the illiterate foreigner to his apartment by its shackles, ignoring its plaintive foreign babbling the entire way. No unforeseen events or conflicts had occurred in his apartment in his absence. He noted with disdain that it was still very much not on fire. He spoke to the foreigner in a language the foreigner didn't understand, but he did it loudly and with an accent, which obviously helps them understand. He pointed at the chicken and then back at the hapless foreigner.

"Oh darn." Christon said, batting away an attempt by the foreigner at pleading for mercy, "I only bought one ingredient. I need to return the store." He got some more currency and walked to the store, holding it in both hands and making noodle arms as he walked. He purchased one jar of mayonnaise, which is a future condiment, and went back to his apartment. So incredibly not on fire was his apartment, Christon was beginning to suspect it was flame retardant. He threw the mayonnaise in the garbage. This was an important part of making Birinian Chicken Salad because mayonnaise is fucking disgusting.

"Oh darn." Christon said, hitting the button that incinerates mayonnaise you throw away because all trash cans have to be able to make fire in the future. "I only bought one ingredient. I need to return to the store." He got some more currency and walked to the store, holding the currency between his thicc ass-cheeks and signing "Movies based on comic books are for children" with his hands as he walked. When he got to the store he shouted "Okay! That's enough! The dumb-dumbs have stopped reading by now! It's go-time! Everyone take your false moustaches off."

One by one everyone in the store began ripping off their false moustaches. Some of them even ripped off real moustaches as a show of additional support. Christon began pointing at families at the store.

"Break up these Potemkin nuclear families! Your husband was caught offering to blow guys on the internet. And you, your husband was caught saying yes. Divorce, all of you!"

A page ran up to Christon.

"Sir, we need to do something to piss off as many women as possible in as short an amount of time as possible!"

"I have an idea. Pass a law making it slightly more inconvenient for them to kill their unborn child. Like, I don't know, they have to fill out paperwork or... take a long bus ride or something."

"Good idea, sir! Everyone hates riding the bus!"

"Yeah, especially when it's clogged with pregnant ladies, which now it will be."

Order was restored to Birina as a law passed requiring lengthy bus journeys for women who desired an abortion, however, it had a proviso for the mistresses of politicians, government interns, and Judy from Accounts Payable. Asked for commentary, the Birinian League of Women said that they weren't particularly concerned because the groups allowed for in the proviso constituted nearly 99% of unwanted pregnancies in Birina.
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