It's literally a remake of Passengers (Closed!)(O/O)

"I suppose.." She mumbled, a small smile tugging at her lips, "But it better be good."

"Damn, I'm only an expert in cringe-inducing jokes. The worse the better for me." His grin grew wicked.

Anneliese chuckled lightly, "Well then, give it your best shot." She focused more on walking now, not wanting to have her knee give out again.

He opened his mouth to tell it, but just then they walked through some double doors, and the room inside made his speechless. All of the farside wall was made of 5 inch thick glass that showed what was outside of the ship; vast galaxies, nebula of various vibrant colors, and stunning stars. What was inside was a basketball court, the rim and backboards seemingly floating in midair. A single basketball rested at halfcourt, and Milo couldn't help but walk over and begin dribbling, pleased he actually could.

She stopped at the enterance and just looked at the amazing view, her eyes widening in wonder. Ignoring him and the basketball she walked to the window and stared out at space, "It's beautiful.." She whispered, glancing back at Milo, "How can you focus on basketball when there's a view like this out here?"

He stared at the basketball for a moment, then looked over at her. "I don't wanna focus on how far away we are from everyone. How we're alone."
He went back to dribbling, venturing to take steps with the motion. Immediately he tripped over his own feet and fell, this time catching himself before his hit his head again.
"I'm beginning to think something's wrong," he said, not even bothering to stand back up.

She turned back to him just in time to see him fall and she chuckled softly, turning away from the window and walking over to him. "You alright?" She asked, once again holding out a hand to help him up, "Now I get to crack a few jokes."

He took the hand, groaning as he got to his feet.
"I don't think everything's coming together," he mumbled, rubbing his thighs with a grimace.

"You'll be fine, just take it easy for a little bit." She smiled, "How was your trip?" She joked, taking a step away from him and turning back to look at the window.

"Aw, that was perfect!" He said, laughing and he stumbled his way next to her.

"I guess that means I'll see you next fall?" She joked again, telling the only other joke she could think of or remember. A smile appeared on her face and she looked over at him before glancing back out at the galaxy and stars again.

His smile faded as he continued to look out at the empty space, replaced by quiet disparity. Good God, we're gonna die on a floating trashcan with 4,998 other sleeping fuckers and a retarded robot.

Her smile faded slightly and she shifted around on her feet, "So, did you used to play basketball a lot?" She asked, breaking the silence and motioning back at the basketball court.

He nodded, snapped out of the trance he had slipped into. "Yeah. With how much I eat, it's probably the only reason why I'm not 300 pounds."

She chuckled, "You eat that much?" She asked, motioning to him, "You must play quite a few sports if you're in this good of shape."

"Good of shape? I'm fat, dude. I just wear baggy clothing to keep it from showing."

She raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "I doubt that, you probably have a six pack." As soon as the words came out of her mouth she blushed slightly and looked away.

He didn't hide his surprised grin, but made no comment about it.

"Sorry about that," She mumbled, "I don't really think about what I'm saying half the time I talk." She rubbed the back of her neck and cleared her throat, "Anyway, moving past that, should we keep exploring?"

"It doesn't look like we were meant to stay here for very long, but sure, we can check out more of the place." He rubbed his nose, the crooked grin still resting on his face.

She nodded and smiled sheepishly, still embarrassed about the comment she made, "Then there won't be much left to discover in this place and maybe there'll be a kitchen or food somewhere."

"Food. Food sounds great." He smiled, it already forgotten in the mess of his brain.

"Then let's go find some." She said, smiling and heading towards the door that they had walked through, a bounce in her step gain.

"Slow down, damnit, I can't walk that quick." After a few more minutes of walking, they came across the cafeteria, large touchscreens plastered all over each and every wall. There were despensers installed into little cubby-holes that presumably gave out the food you desired.

Anneliese smiled at the selection and wandered around the room, looking at the labels and chuckling at the more exotic names of food. "How did they keep all of this here?" She asked, motioning to the walls with wonder.

He shrugged in response. "The fuck if I know, man."

She nodded and turned back to the food, looking around as she decided what she wanted to try and if she should even eat anything right now.

He attempted to tap a panel, but the entire screen came up with a giant "X," and a voice stated, "You are not a Gold Member passenger. Therefore, you cannot have this item."
Milo tried another, then groaned as he got the same response. "What the tits?"

"Let me try," She said, walking over to where he was and tapping the same panel, waiting for the response from the machine while rocking on her feet.

"Accepted!" It said, then a bowl of cereal was lowered from the dispenser.