circumitus: I held one once. Then I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth out with wine. (babies are disgusting)
Reybama ([personal profile] circumitus) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-12-11 04:04 am

there's a place where i know you walked; the love falls from the trees

CHARACTERS: Rey and anyone who wishes to join her for Thirsty Tuesday.
LOCATION: One of the many lounges on board the Tranquility.
WARNINGS: Potential mentions of violence and gore. Otherwise, we're safe.
SUMMARY: After the jump, Rey's memories start to collide. She decides to settle her nerves over a drink while she sorts this shit out.
NOTES: Pretty tl;dr. First half is more or less narrative-esque, so I separated the cuts.



So she's been to the shuttle bay.

Came, saw, talked to the window for some time, and then left. Not to worry over the little details, because that's all irrelevant and long-winded, anyway.

It takes some time, but over that period things start to become clearer to Rey. She remembers the fact that there's more for her to remember, and it feels so long ago. Years, in fact...

Years ago, she awakened from a great sleep. Not long after killing a man, she found herself alone, inside of yet another confined space with a tube crammed down her throat. Tranquility's very first jump, as a matter of fact.

Not long after that, Rey had seemingly found herself ripped from these ship walls, where she bore witness as an entire city went down in flames. But it's not the first city she ever watched being laid to waste under the tides of war. Among it all, she also recalled the fire and the ashes tearing through her, rendering her body to mere boils of flesh and raw tissue, metal, and this is not the first time. She had blacked out then, trapped in her own head.

And now she remembers what she did.

Rey had lost her mind. She had stabbed her brother, stood as a man she came to call a friend lose his arm in front of her, while she watched, and did nothing. She had pushed a woman out a window, gashed a knife through a man's wrist, and, ultimately, put her brother's gun to her head and pulled the trigger when all he had tried to do was stop her.

I am wicked, I deserve to die.

She had been to the shuttle bay, but she did not find Orion's constellation.

That was six years ago.

Last she talked to a person, they had seen her days ago on this ship, but that just isn't possible. So she keeps telling herself. Now she doesn't know. All she ever wanted was to find answers. Instead, she found the Salamander -- or the Salamander had found her. Changed her into the maniac that did all those things to those people, harnessed her fire and used it to place her own scar on the world. It happened here, and it happened at home.

She does not deserve to live. Yet four years ago, her father rebooted her system. Fabricated new flesh, an almost-human vessel that feels strange now that she's here. For once, the details are blurry; parts of a puzzle that she's been trying to put together in her head all this time.

...

Rey had hoped that she could sort it out over a few beers. They did have beer here. Not her flavor, but it would do.

Her father would sometimes take her out to these places, when she was being good. Bars. Restaurants. Part of the schedule to get her integrated back into the world she's fallen so out of touch with. That was Chicago.

This is nothing like the Chicago bars and restaurants. Rey actually had no idea that places like these even existed.

This is wrong. I am not supposed to be here. I have somewhere else to be.

As more things start coming back to her, Rey remembers that she never needed to come to this place before. Food, drink, all things tasted like rot. Disgusting. But now, the beer tastes like beer, the food tastes like food. She doesn't know if that is how it's intended to taste, but there's a pleasure in such activities that's oddly fulfilling. This is what her father would have wanted, right?

At least this time alone has given her the chance to collect her thoughts, gather her memories and maybe see if she can find anyone here that might be familiar. Because she would love for nothing more than to see a face that she can recognize, but at the same time, she is concerned at the taunting thought of it.

Truth is, she's scared. She has never been away for this long without being checked up on. The system restore may have treated her insanity called the Salamander, but Lucas never used the word "cure". If he's gone, who will fix her now if the Salamander finds her again?

Rey feels her stomach tighten, and her grip over the bottle twist. About time that she finishes the rest of it.
killarevolution: ([C] Oh give me a home...)

[personal profile] killarevolution 2012-12-11 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
When Haymitch staggers into the bar, he's already fading off the buzz from three sheets to the wind all of maybe eight hours ago, but the liquor in his room ran out and he can only sulk and sleep for so long before he needs to drown himself again. One of these days this sort of attitude will kill him.

But he can't really say that hasn't sort of been his intent, given how things are and the unfortunate turns of fate that keep him on edge. Jack is trapped in the pods and so is Katniss and he could have hit the ship where it hurts with a mutiny if either or both were around.

So drinking it is. He slides onto the barstool next to Rey, blinking blearily at her until it clicks that he knows her. "Surprised to see you here," he says, reaching over to grab a bottle of something without waiting to see if a bartender might show up.
killarevolution: ([C] Rolling in the deep)

[personal profile] killarevolution 2012-12-13 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"With everything going on right now, I suspect it's going to be a lot of people's 'scene.'" He gives her a satisfactory look at that impressive swigging and takes a swig of his own before reaching over and getting her another of whatever she's inhaling.

That little bit of good Samaritanism done, he focuses on a point across the bar and huffs. "Heard about the pod malfunction or are has it just finally hit you that you're stuck here and it's not an entirely pleasant prospect?"

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godofthemachine: (Intrigue)

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2012-12-14 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Alcohol had been something AM was wary of to a degree. He was curious about it, wanted to know the strange sensation of drunkenness for himself, but he knew that the sense of judgment was one of the first to go in a state of intoxication. It was on his list of things to try, though, as long as he was able to keep hold of his senses.

When he saw Rey sitting and drinking beer, however, his curiosity was piqued again. Marijuana was something he had tried for the first time thanks to Rey, and now alcohol. She was an AI and yet she seemed to indulge in these things. Perhaps that made him feel safer to try such a thing.

So when he sat down with a mug of beer next to Rey, it was slight nervousness. After all, their meeting during the jump had been nothing but strange. She didn't remember him, didn't seem to remember anything about the Tranquility. Something had obviously happened to her, and AM was curious to know what. Curious about her. The AIs aboard the ship, after all, intrigued him. Advancing his own technology was a compulsion he had, and what better way to do so than to learn from the other AIs?

"Rey. Hello again."
godofthemachine: (Wait so what you're saying is--)

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2012-12-14 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
What Rey said to him, instead of a greeting, was stating AM's name. Not just his name, as it had taken many meanings over his lifetime, but the true meaning, the one that he had assigned it. It wasn't that AM was guarding what his name meant; in fact, it was something from his past life that he was more open about. But it was a bit off-putting that it was the first thing Rey greeted him with.

"I think, therefore I am," he quietly echoed, this time in English. "Am I to take it you remember my name, then?"

He took a sip of the frothy mug of beer, somewhat confused by the taste. Obviously the beer aboard the Tranquility was not terribly high quality, but it was all right. Strange. It had a refined taste to a degree. He could get used to this.

Even so, his gaze still remained fixed on Rey, watching her reaction.

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logicunlocked: (Tell me more)

[personal profile] logicunlocked 2012-12-14 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
York had a habit of stopping at the bar for at least one drink before heading to bed. Sometimes he went right back to shuttle bay to sleep over on the mattresses there, but right now he was more likely to head back to his room. He was kind of tired of all the workaholics in there who thought they needed to spend every waking moment tweaking something. It reminded him too much of Carolina and the start of her breakdown.

So here he was, sitting down at the bar, and after he got his bottle of beer he glanced at the woman sitting a couple stools down. She looked familiar, for some reason. She wasn't a regular here, though. He remembered all the regulars a lot more clearly than this.

"Hey," he said after taking a drink. "Haven't I seen you around, somewhere?"
logicunlocked: (Srs face)

[personal profile] logicunlocked 2012-12-14 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"True."

Now that made him tilt his bottle a bit, contemplatively, before taking another drink. He'd been trying not to think about the jump, about reentering the room where the gravity couches stood and seeing all the bodies that remained in stasis. But it wasn't far from his mind, half the time. It was crowding out the thoughts of missing Delta, at least. Small comfort, that was.

"Hey, 'd you have any friends; you know, who didn't wake up this time?"

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hartpounding: (talk to me)

[personal profile] hartpounding 2012-12-16 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
Tifa is pleased when she finds the bar. This is a setting she's familiar with. She carefully browses the available spirits, scrutinizing and looking to see if any of the names look familiar. She is pleased to see that some are. She steps behind the bar.

The bottles aren't the only things familiar. The least she can do is step into the role she has always been familiar with. She gently queries the woman.

"Can I get you something else?"
hartpounding: (up in the sky)

[personal profile] hartpounding 2012-12-16 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
"How long have you been drinking?" This is a place she's comfortable in. A safe place for people to gather and socialize... or just silently sit and drink their sorrows away. She glances around and picks out a bottle for Rey, expertly popping the cap for her. "Here."

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handelaar: (tiptoe through the tulips)

GARDENS.

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-17 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Like he wasn't already in the Gardens when she messaged him. Yeah, sure, he probably shouldn't be working but there are only four people in the department right now and there's only so long he can remain idle without resorting to less wholesome means of occupation.

Since she didn't say he needed to be armed, and going to his room only to come back down is a gross waste of time, he promptly makes his way to where Hatter's teashop used to be. Normally he'd be smoking but that's probably a bad idea when he has no idea what he's getting into, so all he does is bite down on his lip, pick at his nails.
handelaar: (moving along now)

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-17 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
By then he's seated on one of the couches strewn about - where the hell did those come from, anyway - playing restlessly at the fabric and it's only out of telling himself to stay seated that he doesn't stand. Whether it's because the custom to raise and greet people with a shake or three kisses is still rather ingrained or because he feels the need to be on his toes around her, he doesn't know.

Either way he leans forward like he's going to sit up, huffs, and forces himself to slump back down. Not the best posture, and unusual for him, but goddamnit his chest still hurts.

At her thanks, though - that's almost worse. He knows how to handle an attack or, hell, her... Rey-ness... at this point.

"Uh." Awkward. "Guess you're - better."

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[personal profile] astrogate 2012-12-27 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"You always look like that when you drink?" Kara called out and over to the girl she recognized from the shuttle bay (kara sees all when it comes to the shuttle bay, okay?) sitting just a few seats over from her. "Or am I just the lucky one that gets to see it?" Her brow arches in a clear amusement at that, letting a small smirk settled on her lips as she took a long swig of her drink, watching her.

Sure, perhaps it's a bit rude of Kara to even attempt to talk to her, but Kara figured the girl could take her talk (she has some odd feeling about people at times). And Kara is and always will be a person that doesn't give a flying frak about what others think of her - she's dealt with enough people to know; it's not worth her energy to impress them (she usually never lived up to expectations anyway).
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[personal profile] astrogate 2012-12-29 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
She snorts in a loud amusement at that, taking yet another long swig of her drink, as she eyed the other woman in a silent consideration. "Aren't you the funny one?" Which yes, she sort of found likable (well, as much as Kara could really like it, as she herself, tended to be like that as well).

"You know...if I actually gave a flying frak, I might actually wonder if you're drinking away your issues." Because yeah, she knew that behavior well, and she could spot when someone was dealing with some serious issues via alcohol from a mile away.

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constructum: (wide eye listening)

sorry this took so long. <3333

[personal profile] constructum 2013-01-03 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
It didn't take Ariadne long to make her way down to the bar, her eyes scanning over the mostly empty room, spotting Rey in a far off corner, as her expression turned to something more concerned than perhaps she was just a moment ago. (she may not know much about rey, but seeing her in the bar, drinking and looking almost lost...well, it didn't exactly strike her as something normal.)

So without a seconds thought, she was closing the space between them, simply wanting to talk to the other woman and hoping to be someone she can talk to (if she really is having issues like she assumes she is) as well. "How you doing?" She asked quietly as she stood just a few feet away, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jeans as her eyes scanned her for any sign something might be off.
constructum: (calmly talking)

[personal profile] constructum 2013-01-11 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Her brow just furrows in thought as she quietly slides into the seat across from her, her eyes looking over her in a silent debate.

She knows people don't exactly view this whole dream thing like she does. And frankly, most wouldn't want to even know about it. But a part of her does wonder; just how much she can help people with her views.

So... "You mean like the pods?" She wonders as she tilts her head to the side, her brow arching some as she hopes for some clarification on it. "Or something else all together - lucid dreaming perhaps?"