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When Marco stumbled across the media library, he concluded that this had to be the best day so far on this freaky meatship.

Music. Massive screens. A giant, alien entertainment centre. And, most importantly - video games.

Marco was immediately drawn to the tall white box with the strange looking controllers. He snorted when he saw the name "Wii" (who though that was a good idea? The puns where almost too easy) but hey, this was clearly gaming of the future. Or gaming of a strange and bizarre alien race - it was hard to tell. Either way, it was cool, and Marco was so going to try it out.

He fished around for a vaguely interesting looking game, bypassing all the ones that looked boring (Wii Fit? Cricket? Imagine: Fashion Idol?! pfft), eventually settling on Escape from Bug Island.

Marco had been a bug before. Waaaaay too many times. Now he could squish them in safe video game fun.

But as Marco began to play, his good mood rapidly diminished. Who thought up this whole "swinging around the controller" thing? What the hell was going on with that animation?

"What the hell is with this?!" He yelled, as he tried to get the control to do what he wanted dammit. "This is nuts! GAMING OF THE FUTURE IS CRAP!"

[[ooc: For reference, this is the extraodinarily bad game Marco is playing.]]

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Marco grinned. Clearly the two of them were kin at heart. "Actually, you know what? Since you're from way in the future, and you guys probably have all this awesome tech...just try suggesting that your human technology is better than any Andalite technology. See what happens."

"Dunno about awesome tech, but making stuff up is fun," Lister is already plotting stuff. "You gonna lurk somewhere to see the look on his face, or join in?"

He's actually thinking about what technology he could talk about. He doubts that talking toasters would be up to par, and Simulants are generally only good for killing, so he's not sure what's left.

"Ax won't believe me if I claim humans have superior technology," Marco pointed out. "He's from my time. He's already knows what technology we have."

Really, it's not so much the technology counts. It's the insinuation that Andalites are anything but superior.

"This sounds like the sort of thing that would need to be done over a few bevvys, and maybe a game of pool," Lister contemplated. "You play pool at all?"

"Uhh...bevvys?" Marco said, raising an eyebrow. "And yeah, I've played pool a few times.

"Drinks, you know, lager or something," Lister elaborates. "See, you know the Andies and I don't, so it would look weird if I just wandered up to them. You know 'em, so you could invite them to the Sensoriums. We could play a bit of pool, and irritate them just for fun."

He beams. "Sound like a plan?"

"Ooooh," Marco said, with a grin. But he hesitated about actually setting up Ax and Elfangor for a prank. Sure, he found the idea funny. But Ax was an Animorph. Marco had jumped into a shapeship to go on what was pretty much a suicide mission just to save him at the drop of a hat. And Elfangor...well, if it weren't for him, they'd have all been doomed.

Yeah, Marco wouldn't mind seeing Ax and Elfangor needled. But he wasn't going to set them up for it. This guy could do his own legwork.

"Dude, they're blue deer. They're not that hard to find."

"Guess so," Lister agrees. "Doesn't mean we can't go and play pool sometimes. You need something to look forward to here, don't you?"

Marco has said that he plays pool. Therefore, in Lister's mind, he will play pool, and Lister is prepared to hassle him like nothing ordinary to achieve his ends. Pranks or no, pool will be played.

Marco shrugged. "Sure, whatever." Marco was usually more of a video game guy, buy hey - why not?

Marco, you've just made a new friend. Have a big grin, and an attempted brotherly slap on the back. "This'll be smegging great! Anyway, wanna tell me more about where you live?"

Lister hopes to get back to his own world someday, but hey, it's worth checking out the other options, is it not?

Marco sent Lister an odd look. "Right now, in some room on this stupid ship."

Lister gets the odd look, and realises what he said. He shakes his head, trying to curb his enthusiasm. "Sorry mate, I meant your world. Your earth. What's it like?"

Marco shrugged. "Same as any other Earth, I guess. Well. We don't have any superheroes running around."

Sure, he could have said that they'd been invaded by aliens and now Andalite tourism was a big thing. But that would have been giving away more information than Marco wanted to.

"So nice and normal, and quiet," Lister pumps for more information. "Sounds like a nice place to settle down."

A thought occurs to him, and his expression goes stunned for a second. "Wonder if I'd be there. Not me me, but other me, or great great great grandparents of me, or something like that," he counts out the greats on his fingers, trying to work it out.

Marco shrugged. "Depends, I guess. I mean, there's terrorism and stuff." Like anti-Andalite terrorism. "And you know, people who don't like certain groups," like the Hork-Bajr "yada, yada. And there's been a few wars." Like that whole alien invasion thing. "But hey, it's home. Or was. Plus, there are no tentacles."

"Dude," Marco said, blinking. "That made no sense."

"Tentacles, brr," and Lister gives a little shudder. "Didn't think spaceships were quite so touchy-feely. Your world sounds good though. Think we'll be able to world hop when we kick the butt of these Ohm?"

Optimism, thy name is Lister.

"How the hell should I know? But Dude, someone I don't think it's likely. Our worlds are apparently destroyed. Goodbye. No more. Completely-non existent. Gone. So, in the unlikely event that they somehow managed to get back our completely destroyed universes by some unknown and strange means, you'll just have to hope that they are happy to use what is probably a ridiculously expensive ship just so you can go traveling."

Pessimism, thy name is Marco.

"Buuuuut," Lister can't let Marco win this discussion. "The freaky looking things said that there was a chance that what had been done had been undone. Therefore we can fix things. And it wouldn't be traveling, it would just be a quick jaunt to see," if a certain Kochanski had any ancestors still living and hot, "if the Earth was better than the one I can from. They can't object to that, surely."

Lister has a Plan. And he's going to do it, whatever happens. That's why it's got a capital letter, even in speech. Because it's now just that awesome.

He wanted an argument? He'll get one. "Yeah. They said that. They probably decided to not say just how little change we've got of actually doing that. Or how many of us will probably die in the process. And even that's assuming that they are in fact telling the truth about there being a change of our universes coming back, and not just saying that so that we'll follow along with their plans like good little boys and girls."

"As for you popping over for a holiday - they're aliens. Who knows what they'll object to. They probably find your dreadlocks deeply offensive."

Well, Lister didn't really want an argument, but it has been a while since he had one, and it'll probably do no harm. "You doing anything else? Smeg, they could be lying, and we could all be doomed, but sitting around and getting bored out of our gourds isn't how to handle it! Have plans, have dreams, and have some fun!" Beam. Lister is all over the idea of fun.

"And who could find dreads offensive? Could stick 'em under me hat if I needed to though."

"Oh, I like having fun. I also like not being screwed around by enigmatic aliens."

"Dude, they're aliens. Maybe their religion says "though shalt not allot thy hair to become matted" or something."

"You think I like it? I'm a free bird, no man shall cage me, blah blah. But if we know they're screwing with us, you think we can avoid being shafted? For smeg's sake, we've got some intellects here, they could out-think anyone. And me hair's not matted. It's stylish."

"Got it. You're a bird. With stylish matted locks."

"Exactly," Lister agrees happily. "What does that make you, though?"

"Me? Incredibly good looking, smart, and funny, of course!"

[[ooc: That's alright! Aww, hope you feel better]]