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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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It's that he can't tell who that bothers him, that makes him move around. It's so quick he thinks for a moment he's going to smack the blonde in the face with his own jaw, but he's not only eye-level but it's someone else his age.
The other speaks and Brendan offers a nod--it's not really a nod to the words, though. It's a light you're good. you're very good and it's directed at the other's stealth. He makes a mental note--the kid from before (it has to be him, because of the Pixies--is quite adept at moving unnoticed. ]
At least it's still stuff from when I'm from. [ and 'when' sounds weird, so, so weird. But it's out there anyway, and before Tate can protest Brendan is pouring him a drink ]
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he wouldn't say the kid is jumpy, but he's certainly alert. far more than most of the other boys and girls their age. but there's something keenly a honest about it, and Tate casually takes note of that.]
Give it a few minutes, they'll find something totally trashy to put on.
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[ But his brows raise, and he's looking interested. ] Bring your cards?
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[he shifts his weight; it wasn't really something people would normally think of, which is probably why he has them, but he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the deck of cards he'd showed up on the ship with the first time, setting them on the table.]
I figured somebody might want to play. I'm not really a club dancing kind of guy.
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Nothing good, materially. That means we gamble on drinks.