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ataraxionlogs2013-03-13 07:57 pm
cons) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-03-13 07:57 pm
our troubles are all the same
CHARACTERS: Wichita and YOU. well, the bartenders and bar regulars. or not-regulars!
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: booze?
SUMMARY: No special occasion here, just an open post for anybody that frequents the space bar. mix and mingle, friends. put up open threads for your characters, or talk to Wichita, or. whatever. anything goes!
[ it's been nearly a week since the last jump, and Wichita's still in a shit mood. which she hates to admit, but it's the truth. she misses Brendan, way way too much. no really, it's too much. she's furious with herself for letting herself get that attached to someone, because she knew, she knew this could happen and it's still chewing up her insides like something our of a dramatic chickflick. her life feels like a sad, sappy little montage from a really terrible space-romance movie right now, and it's making her feel even worse than losing him in the first place. she isn't getting trashed ( at least, she hasn't yet ) and she isn't wasting bullets at the gun range, she's just- doing nothing. at the bar. she's spending all her time at the bar like serving drinks and distracting herself with other people's problems will make hers go away.
it's failing, but whatever. it's easier to not get angry or sad over the situation if she doesn't let herself think about it too much.
so there she is, behind the bar, Jenna's iPod providing a decent mix of tunes over the speakers possibly a little too loud because she doesn't care to overhear anybody's conversations today. either that, or she's too lazy to turn down the volume. either way. she's not looking all that approachable ( at least, not as much as she usually does while she's here ), but she'll probably be the one mixing your drinks today, so. hope you're not too put-off by that. then again, if you're somebody she actually wants to talk to, she might stretch a smile across her face for your benefit. which is the closest thing to a 'no please come talk to me' you'll ever get from her. ]
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: booze?
SUMMARY: No special occasion here, just an open post for anybody that frequents the space bar. mix and mingle, friends. put up open threads for your characters, or talk to Wichita, or. whatever. anything goes!
[ it's been nearly a week since the last jump, and Wichita's still in a shit mood. which she hates to admit, but it's the truth. she misses Brendan, way way too much. no really, it's too much. she's furious with herself for letting herself get that attached to someone, because she knew, she knew this could happen and it's still chewing up her insides like something our of a dramatic chickflick. her life feels like a sad, sappy little montage from a really terrible space-romance movie right now, and it's making her feel even worse than losing him in the first place. she isn't getting trashed ( at least, she hasn't yet ) and she isn't wasting bullets at the gun range, she's just- doing nothing. at the bar. she's spending all her time at the bar like serving drinks and distracting herself with other people's problems will make hers go away.
it's failing, but whatever. it's easier to not get angry or sad over the situation if she doesn't let herself think about it too much.
so there she is, behind the bar, Jenna's iPod providing a decent mix of tunes over the speakers possibly a little too loud because she doesn't care to overhear anybody's conversations today. either that, or she's too lazy to turn down the volume. either way. she's not looking all that approachable ( at least, not as much as she usually does while she's here ), but she'll probably be the one mixing your drinks today, so. hope you're not too put-off by that. then again, if you're somebody she actually wants to talk to, she might stretch a smile across her face for your benefit. which is the closest thing to a 'no please come talk to me' you'll ever get from her. ]
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Yeah, I'm on Gunnery, technically. I take a few shifts per week, at the gun range mostly just making sure nobody's goofing off, but otherwise... I mean, I learned how to strategize for attacks a little bit back home, but not so much for any kind of space scenarios. It's nuts. I didn't get drug tested either. [ grin ] Have they let you check out the shuttles yet? I'm pretty sure they're all broken down, but it'll be a good thing to be acquainted with in case they're ever up and running again.
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[ he gives a sardonic little shrug movement, deliberately overplaying the cool shrug-off, because he would never ever get over holy crap star wars and he knows she's right there with him on that one. ]
[ it breaks into a grin, and he knocks back the rest of his drink with a couple of far less obnoxious gulps. ]
This freaking ship, you know? Sometimes it's like it's all some crazy dream.
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I'm still not convinced it's not a dream. I've been here for over year and most of the time it's funny, because there's no good reason why I should be hanging out with Anakin Skywalker, but then- when shit really hits the fan? I just keep thinking - [ and pausing for a long sip of her drink here ] - I'm probably zombie bait right now. Like some zombie is using my shoulder as a chewtoy and this is some messed up version of hell. Or heaven. Or, you know, whatever. Because how can this be real? And how do good people like you end up here with ..well, with people like me. [ but that makes her huff ] But no, that can't be right, because people die here. What's the point of the afterlife if it can kill you?
[ ... WHY IS SHE BEING SO MORBID. damn, this poor kid. ] -- Sorry. [ she shakes her head, reaches for his glass so she can top him off with what's left of the mix she made for them. as for her glass- well, she finishes it, then slides the empty off to the side. time for shots. which is why she's grabbing turning to grab two off the drying rack next to the sink. ]
I need to be wasted. Let's do this.