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[...and yet, mere moments later, this little message comes through:] But I feel that I must inquire, for entirely scientific purposes, as to what sorts of creatures you've kept on that preserve.

[Totally scientific. Not out of greed or jealousy or mania, no.]

[ Listen, squishing your little brother's cheeks between your hands is a gift you give yourself. You gotta fight for your right to ~~party~~ smush.

He's beginning to draft a reply to the first text when the second comes in. Ha! ]

Oh, there was all kinds of stuff there when I left and I've occasionally had a few things sent over since. The native population when we began were all what the Terrans call dinosaurs. I know my associate added a few things since themselves. I couldn't say how it's evolved since then since it's free range. 👀👀👀

But I can send you a few pictures when I check in? Have you heard of Snapchat? I just discovered it here. Simple little program, but an inspired one!

[:((((( You were only going to smush the lips, Bro, now you're going for the rest of his face? Are you just going to pinch your little brother's butt while you're at i--actually wait don't answer that, please.

Taneleer Tivan's just sitting on a chair that's probably worth half a planet, ~~pouting~~frowning very deeply at this message that's come his way. How dare he? How dare the Grandmaster do such a thing--tempting him with free range dinosaurs! (Ahh, just the thought of them evolving independently of external influences...the value such sequestered animals could possess!)] Your cruelty knows no bounds, Brother.

I haven't heard of Snapchat. But I assume that you talk with pictures, as the name would suggest. If you'd send pictures, I would need to send something as well. Otherwise it wouldn't be a conversation.

I don't know, I can think of at least two boundaries.

You send pictures that can only be viewed for a few minutes or less before they delete themselves. It's kind of brilliant in a really ironic way.

Send me something, then. That sounds fair to me.

[Comes with this text, less than a minute later:] Am I doing this right?

[ Brat. ]

Did you replace the dog? Speaking of, both species are a lot more prevalent around here than I thought they'd be. I hear the weather sometimes casts them down en masse from the heavens but I've yet to witness the phenomenon myself.

[Despot.

Tempting him with dinos and cats and dogs that rain from the sky...]

I would never replace my head of Security, but I've many specimens of the family Felidae. And I think what you're referring to is actually a Terran metaphor, Brother, for heavy rains. An inaccurate one, if I may add. It would be more appropriate for the Terrans to compare inclement downpours to frogs and fish, which do fall from the sky at times. But I'd think any of those prospects would pale terribly, especially when compared to what would typically fall from the Sakaaran sky.

[ Well to him, you can't really call yourself devoted unless you have your resolve challenged. Still, this is one of those times he sort of wishes Taneleer would bend or snap.

Pause for the Grandmaster guiltily having to Google what a frog is only to find they resemble quite a lot of aliens he's seen in the past. Frogs must get around. ]

Oh yeah, when we say some collection of objects are falling out of the sky, it isn't metaphorical. Gotta say I kind of miss the debris showers here. There was always the possibility of something exciting coming from them. I suppose soon enough the Terran skies will have a different kind of excitement.

[And let his older bro have a chance at smushing his Collector-y face? Alright, fine. Li'l Bro really does miss Big Bro, he's missed him for a while. Being apart from him, for so long, is no different than losing an arm and still, many millenia later, feeling the ghost of it. But not even getting to see him again, for even a minute, would be worth potentially endangering the entire Universe.

But. Brother. Is that really the first thing the Grandmaster always looks up about creatures he doesn't immediately reco--wait, don't answer that!] If you'd truly wanted it, you could probably surround Terra with blackholes and achieve the same effect. [Maybe even possibly probably fortify its defense from a certain purple megalomaniac, but that's collateral salvage that's like totes not worth bringing up.]

If I really wanted it, I could make my own universal conquest, but it seems like an awful lot of effort. Also you know the more you have of some things, the less valuable they are.

[ He likes his trash planet too much to duplicate it, in other words. ]

[Bawww the humpster of the dumpster got attached to his trash planet.

But well now this has got Little Bro drawing some conclusions. Like, say:] Brother, this vacation of yours isn't voluntary. Is it?

[ Shit like that kind of happens when you spend a billion or so years living in a certain place and building it up. ]

Of course it is. When's the last time anyone has ever forced me to do anything?

[ Shut up shut up shut up. ]

Brother, I know that you enjoy putting on the facade of somebody who acts rather spontaneously and improvises, but, really, you derive a lot of pleasure from plotting things and planning them carefully. You'd put so much effort into Sakaar, En Dwi Gast, that I can't entirely believe you'd randomly leave it to share a home with a Terran. Did you leave anyone to rule in your stead?

What's your goal here, Taneleer? Are you trying to goad me into going back just to prove that I can?

I don't want to goad you into returning; I just want to know why you hid this from me.

Not that I'm admitting to doing any such thing, but you don't exactly keep me updated on every facet of your life. Case in point, why are you sending me text messages when we have a much more efficient way of communicating?

[Taneleer just stops whatever the heck he’s doing and stares a little longer at the screen of his device. Pot has a point, Kettle.

A little bit later:] I’ve told you that I have a headache, Brother.

[ Well Grandmaster is probably Kettle, considering he's the one most likely to scream if you ignore him too long. ]

If you scroll back I think you'll find you did not.

A headache from a vision, perhaps?

[Taneleer does as he’s taunted. Damn it.] Brother, you know why I can’t tell you about things like that. It’s different than you pretending you’re on vacation when something else has happened to you.

You think so? Let's break it down to base components: "pretending it's X when actually Y has happened". Now this equation allows for substitution. Let's try "pretending I can't communicate telepathically because of a headache but actually I don't trust myself not to transfer information I don't like". Hmm...

Or how about: "pretending I'm contacting my brother because he's done something outrageous when actually I'm scared about the future"?

Edited 2018-02-27 07:30 (UTC)

You really can be terribly cruel, En Dwi Gast.

I should point out you're the one who started us down this honesty path, my dearest Taneleer. Would you like to go back to discussing pets and the weather?

[ See? He can be kind, too... Kind of. ]

[As kindly as any sadistic (albeit brutally honest) tormentor could be.

And yet, Taneleer finds it strange that his brother simply hasn't burst through the other end (to find what he'd wanted). Could it be that his older Brother fears Taneleer could use that opportunity to peer back?]

We may as well continue on this path, now that we've started on it. I propose that we make this into a game, Brother. One of us starts with a question, the other must answer and, then, ask a question of their own. The first is obligated to do the same and it repeats. We may play it like twenty questions, with a set number of things we can ask the other and guess their situation. Or we may play to the pain, in which case the player that refuses to answer a question loses automatically. We may also discuss what spoils are owed to the victor.

[ Where brutal honesty is concerned, he learned from the best... which is to say he feels like he's giving you a taste of your own medicine, Taneleer. ]

If you want to play 20 questions, then it follows that these questions must take a form where the answers are either "yes" or "no".

[ 1 or 0. ]

Or "maybe" or "I don't know", if we're talking more recent iterations. The incorporation of a forfeit via a refusal seems like a good idea. Thing is, how do we know whether or not the other is lying?

[That's probably true. This scheming he's probably learned from you, En Dwi Gast.] Only definitive answers could be most conducive to our purposes. We will play for affirmatives or negatives.

Our connection, Brother. Although partly dampened, aren't you able to sense when I am speaking untruly as I have been for you?

Perhaps we could incorporate penalties. If we sense the other is lying, we call them out or present them with an untruth. Lies and uncertain answers cost the other a question they would be able to ask.

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wait. did you hear the theory about why GM was really upset while eating toast?

I didn't!

https://askfrostmaster.tumblr.com/post/171312355566/and-thats-why-hes-so-upset-about-toasts-ಠಠ

wow break my heart. the vids I saw didn't even include the part where he got mad

I know, right? It'd be tricky to make the Darryl bits canon, but I like this direction for GM.

now I'm wondering what else is out there? I didn't think those scenes were coming out until the dvd

Ooh wait I saw this on the hd itunes version of the film, as an extra

I didn't think the digital copy had extras. Here I've been twiddling my thumbs for March

/enables but I think the extras are only available for the HD version, not the SD.

march is so close now but my thirst...

haha this is off-topic, but it’s late here and I wanna say g’night before conking out. G’nigh

good night and thanks for the text spam!

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