Vash the Stampede (
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driftfleet2016-07-22 06:08 pm
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Who: Vash and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Three Twins, Space Bar, and Planet
When: July 21st
[The change in Vash over the past month or so is subtle. Only those who spend a lot of time around him or know him well will have probably noticed. As of late though the smile that’s normally on his face doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore. It’s still big and there, but just lacking a small something. He’s not as loud and rambunctious as he is normally. Still full of pep and annoyance, but again there’s a slight undertone of simply going through the motions of what’s expected.
He still shows up where expected. Bakeries ordering mountains of donuts. On the beach enjoying the sounds of the ocean. Cooking at the Space Bar. Laughing and enjoying life as normal. Although, if he doesn’t notice someone around at times he can be caught staring off into the distances. The mask nearly breaking for a moment during these moments as a frown tries to break through. Then with a shake of his head it’s gone and the normal Vash is back.
Hopefully people ordering food during Vash’s shifts at the Space Bar like well done food. Whoops.
Then the day he hates every year arrives. July 21st. The anniversary of the destruction of the city of July. Or at least, as best as he can figure by the fleet’s calendar.
Today Vash sits quietly on the beach, uneaten donuts and bottle of whiskey sitting next to him, and he can’t muster the strength to even pretend to smile. Not today; even though he tried earlier.
It’s at this moment Vash’s communicator he had placed in the sand decides to turn on. Catching him just as he stands with the whiskey in his hand. He considers the bottle a moment, twisting it in his hand, before opening it and pouring it slowly out onto the sand.]
I’m sorry, that this is all I can do for now. I promise, I’ll find a way back one day. I’m not running away this time. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again. I’m so sorry.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Three Twins, Space Bar, and Planet
When: July 21st
[The change in Vash over the past month or so is subtle. Only those who spend a lot of time around him or know him well will have probably noticed. As of late though the smile that’s normally on his face doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore. It’s still big and there, but just lacking a small something. He’s not as loud and rambunctious as he is normally. Still full of pep and annoyance, but again there’s a slight undertone of simply going through the motions of what’s expected.
He still shows up where expected. Bakeries ordering mountains of donuts. On the beach enjoying the sounds of the ocean. Cooking at the Space Bar. Laughing and enjoying life as normal. Although, if he doesn’t notice someone around at times he can be caught staring off into the distances. The mask nearly breaking for a moment during these moments as a frown tries to break through. Then with a shake of his head it’s gone and the normal Vash is back.
Hopefully people ordering food during Vash’s shifts at the Space Bar like well done food. Whoops.
Then the day he hates every year arrives. July 21st. The anniversary of the destruction of the city of July. Or at least, as best as he can figure by the fleet’s calendar.
Today Vash sits quietly on the beach, uneaten donuts and bottle of whiskey sitting next to him, and he can’t muster the strength to even pretend to smile. Not today; even though he tried earlier.
It’s at this moment Vash’s communicator he had placed in the sand decides to turn on. Catching him just as he stands with the whiskey in his hand. He considers the bottle a moment, twisting it in his hand, before opening it and pouring it slowly out onto the sand.]
I’m sorry, that this is all I can do for now. I promise, I’ll find a way back one day. I’m not running away this time. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again. I’m so sorry.
Planetside
Instead, he finds a bottle of something strong in town and a sweet pastry and comes to find the man he'd started thinking of as a friend.
It's Anders' kitten, Pounce, that greets Vash first however. The orange fluff runs past Vash to the ocean, bating at an abandoned shell, only to puff up and run away with an offended sound as the water boldly swept back to shore. That was a lot more water than the kitten was bargaining for. How dare it try to wet his paws.]
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He was sitting again now that the well wishes had stopped and watching the water. Usually so hyper aware of his surroundings he just doesn't care today and is letting his mind wander.
Which is partly why he's surprised by the cat running by him and first snickers at they way it plays with the water then slight worry.]
A-Ahhh! Ser, Pounce! Should you be out here on your own? [Losing a crew member's cat. Not a good day.]
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He's not that alone. Although, if you ever find him out on his own, he's very easy to tempt with a bit of fish or cream.
[Anders plopped uninvited to the sand only a bit to Vash's side. He put the bottle he'd picked up between them and held the wrapped sweet bun out to his pilot.]
I'm insisting all my friends try these things, they're terribly delicious. It'll be a shame when we finally have to kick off from this place.
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I know, right? [Vash will happily take the offered bun without complaint. He can guess why Anders is out here, but he's not going to comment on it.] I was actually thinking of seeing if we could request another upgrade to our kitchen. As the food we have to deal with between stops is criminal!
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Good idea! It'd be nice to have real food available to us. Since it seems I'll be sticking around here a while, maybe I'll look into that sort of thing myself.
[How frightening: accepting he might have to stay in one place for an extended amount of time. He hadn't let himself think of it before, but it had been a couple months now. No point in pretending this whole space thing was only temporary.]
Nicer bedrooms would be a plus too.
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