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ataraxionlogs2012-08-21 05:03 am
cons) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-08-21 05:03 am
i remember when we were gambling to win ( closed )
CHARACTERS: Wichita & Team Jailbait ( party crashing rights to moriarty/sebastian/neal/holmes/blake )
LOCATION: Justin and Brian's space bar.
WARNINGS: ..underage drinking, maybe. oops. talk of character death and the other messed up, hellish things that happen on the ship.
SUMMARY: Wichita's dealing with things the best way she knows how - drinking, and making people drink with her.
NOTES: tag in at your own pace. we can do multiple threads, threadjack, whatever. have at it. :D
[ it's been a week. just about. a whole week since Sherlock Holmes was found dead in a pool and Wichita still feels like absolute shit about it. what's that about? it's one thing, you know, when somebody's on the ship one minute then gone just a few months later, disappearing or never coming back after a jump, but. but Sherlock- it was permanent, wasn't it? and very real. and when someone gets lost on the ship, there's always that chance they'll come back. they'll be exhausted and confused, but they come back. Sherlock wouldn't, not the same as before at least, and it was weighing her down a lot more than she thought it would. then again, she felt this way when they found the painter dead too, and she hardly knew him, hardly.
the fact that she cares is weird. really weird, considering she was literally surrounded by death back in her home world, before she got here, and it was easy to let it all slide over her like driving past roadkill on the road to Pacific Playland.
things change though, right? that's the phrase? things change, people change. she didn't like to think about the changes she's been through since she got on this freaking spaceship, because they all make her feel a lot weaker than she was at home. weaker, vulnerable. someone's dead and she's sad about it, still. a week later.
so she's doing what she always does, albiet a few days too late - she's going to get drunk. properly trashed, because it's easier than dealing with being sad over someone being dead. and maybe that's unhealthy, and stupid, and dangerous when any step she takes on this damn boat could be her last, but she doesn't care. like, at all. which is kind of just as scary as being sad over somebody being dead. so she'll put on a brave face. brave, or sarcastic, uncaring. whatever. she'll put on a face and pretend she's getting drunk just to throw a wrench in the monotony of living here, convince people to join her because that makes it easier to distract herself.
ugh, whatever. where'd that bottle go? and where are her friends.
( f r i e n d s. that's a weird one to think out-loud. let's maybe never use that word again. ) ]
LOCATION: Justin and Brian's space bar.
WARNINGS: ..underage drinking, maybe. oops. talk of character death and the other messed up, hellish things that happen on the ship.
SUMMARY: Wichita's dealing with things the best way she knows how - drinking, and making people drink with her.
NOTES: tag in at your own pace. we can do multiple threads, threadjack, whatever. have at it. :D
[ it's been a week. just about. a whole week since Sherlock Holmes was found dead in a pool and Wichita still feels like absolute shit about it. what's that about? it's one thing, you know, when somebody's on the ship one minute then gone just a few months later, disappearing or never coming back after a jump, but. but Sherlock- it was permanent, wasn't it? and very real. and when someone gets lost on the ship, there's always that chance they'll come back. they'll be exhausted and confused, but they come back. Sherlock wouldn't, not the same as before at least, and it was weighing her down a lot more than she thought it would. then again, she felt this way when they found the painter dead too, and she hardly knew him, hardly.
the fact that she cares is weird. really weird, considering she was literally surrounded by death back in her home world, before she got here, and it was easy to let it all slide over her like driving past roadkill on the road to Pacific Playland.
things change though, right? that's the phrase? things change, people change. she didn't like to think about the changes she's been through since she got on this freaking spaceship, because they all make her feel a lot weaker than she was at home. weaker, vulnerable. someone's dead and she's sad about it, still. a week later.
so she's doing what she always does, albiet a few days too late - she's going to get drunk. properly trashed, because it's easier than dealing with being sad over someone being dead. and maybe that's unhealthy, and stupid, and dangerous when any step she takes on this damn boat could be her last, but she doesn't care. like, at all. which is kind of just as scary as being sad over somebody being dead. so she'll put on a brave face. brave, or sarcastic, uncaring. whatever. she'll put on a face and pretend she's getting drunk just to throw a wrench in the monotony of living here, convince people to join her because that makes it easier to distract herself.
ugh, whatever. where'd that bottle go? and where are her friends.
( f r i e n d s. that's a weird one to think out-loud. let's maybe never use that word again. ) ]
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The thing though, is that we don't have any mixers. Y'know like juice or ..juice to mix with the booze? So really everything tastes alcoholic. [ ... ] Oh! Wine though, we've got a few different kinds of wine. Those don't taste so bad. And they won't burn your throat on the way down like sauce does. [ who says sauce honestly ] Want me to get you a glass of wine? You could totally handle wine. It's sweet.
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Rare. ]
You know, I'm not even bothered you can handle good scotch. You're a good kid, I like you. [ And the arm slips off of Wichita's shoulders and he offers a cheers. ] So does the dame next to me.
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[Dark wine is sort of nasty, he thinks. He looks over at Brendan. It's sweet for him to say that, he thinks, and he suddenly feels less...alone. Brendan and Wichita have his back, and that's comforting to know.]
Thank you. I like you guys too. [A wry smile.] I guess beating monsters in a maze really brings people together.
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Mm, wait I need to get you a glass.
[ said as she's walking away, and it's not long before she's back, with a wine glass, plunking it down on the table and reaching for the bottle so she can fill it. ]
Tell me when to stop... [ BEST GAME EVER to play when drunk ]
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Like the sci-fi pictures.
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Kurt watches as Wichita pours the wine, and stops her when it's halfway full.]
Okay! Okay, that's quite enough.
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Listen, though, listen.
If you don't like it, or whatever, it's whatever, right? Don't want you to think I'm actually- y'know, you don't have to drink if you're not into it, is all I'm saying. No pressure from me, not the real kind.
[ what ]
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