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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. ) ]
holy typos on that last one cries my phone hates me
[ she doesn't get why he's pushing this, can't think clearly enough to sort through it. no, instead she's getting all mad because she's got enough alcohol in her system to not care enough about saving face, about hiding things for the sake of hiding them. all she knows is that she doesn't want to answer that question of whodunnit. ]
Already said it doesn't matter what I think. And m'not gonna share anything on the subject with you, so you should just drop it.
I didn't even notice :v
[He's pushing it because it's amusing for him, but he also realizes that he should probably be reeling it back a little. He doesn't know what future plans Jim has in mind for Wichita, and it might be a better idea to earn her trust than to put her off.]
Still, I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot, chum. I'm still fairly new here, you understand. I'm not so certain what to make of Mr.Holmes and his death. Forgive and forget, eh?
[Without all the teeth showing, he can almost make his smile seem genuine.]
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[ it takes her a while, longer than it should, but eventually she does back off, reaching under the bar for her own drink again and stepping back because well now she wants to distract herself with booze again wehweh. ]
Guess it would kinda suck to show up here the same month somebody was murdered. [ because yes she's convinced it was a murder ] Sucks, but it's pretty much the tone of things around here. Things're confusing, and then they're scary, and then they're dangerous, and then they're scary again, and then there's usually some time in between where nothing happens, just so it sucks even worse when the cycle repeats. [ she holds up her glass a little bit before taking another sip ] Welcome to the Tranquility.
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Thank you, but I actually arrived when the last bloke died. Must be a month or so now, eh? But no one seemed to make much of a fuss over him. [O u c h.] I'd heard about the one before him and assumed you'd all become so desensitised, it hardly left a mark anymore. [He pauses to take a drink.] I suppose this proves me wrong.
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two seconds pass before she answers: one to stop herself from yelling, and the second to unlock her jaw that managed to clamp shut ]
Yeah, Isaac. [ she tries for a shrug, but it's too stiff ] Sherlock made a few more friends than he did, I guess. Or just louder ones. Also. [ calmdowncalmdowncalmdown ] Isaac missed a jump, he wasn't murdered in a public pool. People tend to have an easier time of pretending something never happened when they can convince themselves it was just an accident.
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And if it wasn't an accident? As I said...
[He inclines his head, but doesn't finish his sentence. He's only said it three times already: only the good ones know how to cover their tracks.]
But I digress. Perhaps next month will be clear of such occurrences, eh?
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And as I said, I'm pretty sure 'it was an accident' is just what people keep telling themselves so they don't have to worry about someone, or something, actually keeping them from getting to the jump pods in time.
But right, anyway.
I wouldn't get my hopes up about next month. It just seems to be getting worse and worse, the more time we spend here.