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ataraxionlogs2013-06-15 06:34 pm
shoyu) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-06-15 06:34 pm
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so let's raise the bar
CHARACTERS: Soysauce & open!
LOCATION: Kitchens, oxygen gardens and hallways.
SUMMARY: Trying to stay optimistic and light-hearted.
NOTES: Open for any time until next jump!
[ soysauce is a little thick sometimes; that's difficult to deny, and he's even willing to acknowledge it himself. but that doesn't mean he's ignorant to the constant danger present aboard the tranquility. he's definitely aware of how the ship can warp at any moment and throw everything into chaos; whatever atmosphere of peace that may rest over the ship at the moment is temporary at best.
but -- isn't that all the more reason to make the best of it while it lasts? he's never been good at remaining serious for too long, always searching for a silver lining to any exhausting situation, trying to keep spirits up no matter how difficult the situation. and so Soysauce spends his days cheerfully, offering the brightest smile he can manage to anyone who might meet his gaze. whenever he's not on security duty, he's out and around -- keeping himself occupied in the most high-spirited way he can. ]
kitchens ;
[ he spends a fair amount of time in the kitchens. it's peaceful there, and he likes to cook extra food whenever he can -- leaving it in the fridge in little containers, marked 'free for taking.' (he knows a few people here probably can't or won't cook -- no shame in that! -- so he'd like to make their lives just a bit easier.)
people walking by the kitchen might catch the savory scent of food cooking, the sound of pots and pans and utensils clanking. but they might also hear the lilting noise of cheerful whistling and humming, and maybe the sounds of shoes tapping lightly against the floor -- when he's waiting for things to simmer and cook, soy sometimes spends his time dancing. always keeping himself occupied somehow or the other. ]
hallways & gardens ;
[ he tends to be a bit less productive in the evenings, though. (words can't describe how much soysauce misses his home at times. the busy streets, the bright lights, the bustling nightlife of beacon -- things he holds dear to his heart and can't find anything even close to aboard the tranquility.) never content to just sit still anywhere, even while intoxicated, soy takes to wandering around the ship -- cheerfully waving and chirping at anyone he recognizes.
whiskey bottle in hand, cheeks slightly pink, pleasantly light-headed from the alcohol swimming in his veins, soysauce walks the hallways without any real destination, often ending up roaming the gardens in search of some poor person (victim?) to talk to. ]
LOCATION: Kitchens, oxygen gardens and hallways.
SUMMARY: Trying to stay optimistic and light-hearted.
NOTES: Open for any time until next jump!
[ soysauce is a little thick sometimes; that's difficult to deny, and he's even willing to acknowledge it himself. but that doesn't mean he's ignorant to the constant danger present aboard the tranquility. he's definitely aware of how the ship can warp at any moment and throw everything into chaos; whatever atmosphere of peace that may rest over the ship at the moment is temporary at best.
but -- isn't that all the more reason to make the best of it while it lasts? he's never been good at remaining serious for too long, always searching for a silver lining to any exhausting situation, trying to keep spirits up no matter how difficult the situation. and so Soysauce spends his days cheerfully, offering the brightest smile he can manage to anyone who might meet his gaze. whenever he's not on security duty, he's out and around -- keeping himself occupied in the most high-spirited way he can. ]
kitchens ;
[ he spends a fair amount of time in the kitchens. it's peaceful there, and he likes to cook extra food whenever he can -- leaving it in the fridge in little containers, marked 'free for taking.' (he knows a few people here probably can't or won't cook -- no shame in that! -- so he'd like to make their lives just a bit easier.)
people walking by the kitchen might catch the savory scent of food cooking, the sound of pots and pans and utensils clanking. but they might also hear the lilting noise of cheerful whistling and humming, and maybe the sounds of shoes tapping lightly against the floor -- when he's waiting for things to simmer and cook, soy sometimes spends his time dancing. always keeping himself occupied somehow or the other. ]
hallways & gardens ;
[ he tends to be a bit less productive in the evenings, though. (words can't describe how much soysauce misses his home at times. the busy streets, the bright lights, the bustling nightlife of beacon -- things he holds dear to his heart and can't find anything even close to aboard the tranquility.) never content to just sit still anywhere, even while intoxicated, soy takes to wandering around the ship -- cheerfully waving and chirping at anyone he recognizes.
whiskey bottle in hand, cheeks slightly pink, pleasantly light-headed from the alcohol swimming in his veins, soysauce walks the hallways without any real destination, often ending up roaming the gardens in search of some poor person (victim?) to talk to. ]
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that solemn look makes him feel ever so slightly nervous, for some reason he can't quite pinpoint. soysauce stares wide-eyed at AM for a moment before looking away, slightly uncomfortable, fidgeting with the bottle in his hands. ]
... I see. It must be awfully difficult, to be in a situation like that and not have anyone else understand.
[ a small exhale before he looks up, slightly shy. ] -- but if there's anything I could do to help?
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Still, it's almost strange - it's a facet of his true self he has revealed, a facet of the pitiful sadness at his situation. Of the anger. It's something very few people on the ship have seen, as he is careful to cover it up, careful to hide his resentment. But Soysauce is not only stupid, he's drunk. He won't know.
AM has to think of something to say, though. Ease this situation or something. He shifts his arm and places his hand on the ground, bringing his knees up slightly. He shifts his torso a bit, angling it toward Soysauce. He still looks a bit discontent to a degree, but does his best to seem genuine. Lies that he has told to humans so often that he's almost convinced they're true.]
You're a good friend... Sawyer. [One of the only times AM has called him by his real name. An effort to sound personal.]
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a brief pause before the implied sincerity of AM's words sinks in, and there's a tinge of pink to his cheeks as soysauce looks away, ducking his head. giving a soft laugh that sounds more embarrassed than amused. it's quite obvious that that little gesture means a lot to him, and soysauce fidgets with the grass below his hand as he fumbles through his words. ]
Ah -- ah, not at all! Just a -- um, regular one, I suppose. Nothing special? Just doing what any friend should do for another, yes?
[ another fidgety little laugh before he looks back up to AM, a little shyer than usual when he grins. ] After all, I'm certain you'd do the same for me when necessary?
CRIES soy your last line i can't
AM laughs softly when Soysauce suggests that this friendship is mutual. How ridiculous.]
Of course. You know that I care...
[He leans slightly closer, returning that smile in kind.]
we're frands 4eva rite mister am
so when AM smiles, soysauce returns that smile with great enthusiasm -- tipping over a bit where he's sitting to lean against AM, resting his cheek against AM's shoulder. he's always found comfort in this sort of closeness, especially with people with larger builds than him, and soysauce makes some soft, content noise as he fiddles with the nearly-empty liquor bottle. ]
I'm glad people here are still the same as I knew back home. Still kind, still willing to help each other. We probably wouldn't have survived this long otherwise, yes?
omg soy stop saying such triggering things!!!!!!!111one
Although that last statement makes AM stiffen up a bit. Just how utterly naïve can this pathetic fool be? It's both amusing and infuriating, making him give the briefest grunt of amusement. Oh how desperately he wants to break that naïveté, to simply break him. But his fingers curl up slightly, clutching a bit of the fabric of Soysauce's shirt as he stiffens.]
It's nice to think that, isn't it? [It's with almost a quiet monotone that he speaks this simple sentence.]
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I don't think it, sir. I know it to be true!
[ a little laugh before he raises a hand, pointing a finger and twirling it through the air as if he knows exactly what he's talking about. his words are starting to slur though, and he's obviously starting to get pretty drowsy, his cheek smushed against AM's shoulder and posture starting to slouch. ] It's -- it's difficult surviving alone in any sort of harsh place. Human beings aren't made to survive alone! In the desert, or out in space. The only reason we're all still alive is because we know to cooperate and help each other! Cooperation and kindness are vital!
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Cooperation leads to great things. But perhaps the cooperation only stems from a selfish desire.
How many wars have there been? And how many more will there be?
[His fingers clutch tighter at the fabric of Soysauce's shirt, a fragment of his anger. How stupid can this man be? Soy apparently kills slavers - how is that a mark of human compassion? Both the killing and the acts of the slavers, of course.]
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[ he's slow to understand what AM is saying, and there's a few moments delay before soysauce's posture droops, his arm dropping to his side once more. those fingers digging slightly into his side do hurt a little bit, and soysauce squirms to try and ease the discomfort, ending up burrowing up closer against AM's side. unconsciously trying to leech more warmth off of him.
and for a while, soysauce seems unsure of how to answer that question. a low, slightly confused hum as he thinks over the matter before soysauce starts to string a few words together. the alcohol's obviously starting to get to him, and he grows less and less eloquent by the second. ]
-- I think. People are definitely capable. Or likely? To do bad things like that. But -- but doesn't that make it all the more admirable? If -- or. When. When people do good things. Because there's the potential for bad, but they haven't taken that option?
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It's tempting to simply grab the man and shake him, choke him, something, while making him realize how wrong he is. That he deserves to suffer for his ignorance. And he knows if this conversation continues, he might lose control of himself, grow utterly enraged. So as is, he does his best to remain calm, though his voice takes on a slightly irritable tone.]
You seem exhausted. Let me take you to bed.
[There's a shift in his position, unwrapping his arm from around Soysauce, bending up a knee as if he intends to stand up. But of course there's another implication in his statement, something that will certainly help with the anger that suddenly seemed to have sprung from this conversation.]
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and when AM moves to stand up, arm shifting away and knee bending, soysauce ends up sliding down to flump onto the ground, staring up at AM from where he's lying on the grass. a confused little blink before he laughs. ]
Aah, I suppose I should turn in for the night? It's so easy to lose track of time after one's had a few drinks ...
[ a little grunt before he hauls himself up onto his feet, smoothing down the front of his clothes and dusting little bits of dirt and grass off his slacks. soysauce retrieves that liquor bottle before grasping at AM's arm, giving a cheeky grin as he looks up at AM. ] I very much appreciate the kind offer of an escort as well!
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But he smiles back when Soysauce takes his arm. It's a smile that a sober person might find slightly unsettling, as his eyes narrow and his lips curl.]
Of course. It's what a good friend does.
[He leads the other out, then, aiming for the sixth jump wing. A rough, unpleasant evening will likely be in store.]