05 // Video

[justamobster]

Who: Ladon Ceto and alcohol and self-loathing you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Tourist cockpit
When: Post bug plot.

[ Ladon's been a rare sight lately, mostly because he's either been keeping an eye on Lucky or afterward, keeping to himself. There aren't caves here, so his instinct to hide and try to sulk through the pain has instead been replaced with his more human-like means of coping. That is, he's been getting really drunk and hating the world with every fiber of his being. If there has been a sober moment since he found Lucky's office empty, he can't really recall.

Currently he's seated in the cockpit of the Tourist, and thankfully he's not attempting to do any piloting, because he's definitely not in any state to be doing so. There may not be concrete walls or cliffs in space, but he'd probably find a way to wreck the ship anyway.

Either way, the fact that this broadcast is video is likely the result of those drunken motor skills, because the angle is weird, and he's typically an audio-only user. He's also not dressed as well as usual, gone is the tie and the vest and the suit jacket. His hat is stubbornly glued to his head, but currently he's in an undershirt, suspenders, and the pants from his suit. He also hasn't shaved in a bit, and is looking particularly scruffy.

He rubs at his chin, eliciting a scratchy noise, and he taps his half-empty glass of bourbon against the arm rest. ]

Ain't usually the type t'go givin' unsolicited advice but. [ He sighs. ] Some of you folks know, I been in a place like this before. Space station, was there for 'round a year. Anyhow. These places... they put us through some real shit, yeah? Some real... heavy shit. People hurt and get sick and die and you gotta work together to fix it. You gotta fight together. You gotta take care of each other. S'the only way to stay sane.

[ He takes a drink of the bourbon, winces a bit as it burns its way down. ] What I'm sayin' is... S'hard not to go gettin' attached, yeah? People you meet from other worlds, they ain't so bad, you make friends. Maybe more, hell if I know. But I just gotta say... Don't make the same mistakes I went makin'. Don't get attached. Because it ends, yeah? One way or the other, you go or they go. Best you can hope is you go first, and you fuckin' forget.

Ain't gonna stop most of you, I know. Gotta learn the hard way. But hell if I ain't gonna try sayin' it anyhow. Because I wouldn't wish this on fuckin' anyone.

S'all.

[ And he cuts the feed. He can be found in the pilot chair still some time later, if anyone wants to deal with his drunken ass in person. ]

Comments

[tothefly]

[Have a redhead looking intently through the screen, head cocked slightly to one side.]

Heartbreak isn't being kind to you. You look like hell.

[Just a statement of fact, albeit not an unkind one. She just doesn't disagree with any part of what he's said, really.]

[justamobster]

[ He makes a gruff noise, picks up his device. After a moment, he sighs and looks upset with himself. ]

Didn't mean t'go puttin' it on video. Sorry you had t'see me like this, Red.

[tothefly]

[She, by contrast, doesn't look at all offended. Not particularly worried, either. Everyone copes a different way. It's those who don't cope at all, or don't let it show, that you have to watch for.]

Don't need to apologize to me. It's nothing I haven't seen before.

I'd offer you a drink, but it already looks like you've found one. Or five. That bad?

[justamobster]

[ He shakes his head. She may be used to drunk, unshaven slobs, but he still feels bad for being one of them. ]

Ain't my finest hour. Think I'd be better at takin' my lumps by now. [ He looks down at his glass, now close to empty. ] Lost count, but don't matter. Ain't helpin'.

[tothefly]

[He's not a man that should be that way. But she barely knows him, no reason to think it. She's too practical to not expect everyone to have their moments, herself excluded.]

In my experience, all drinking does is make you sorrier for yourself, and leave you with a raging hangover to add to your pile of regrets the next morning.

Movement's a better bet. Get cleaned up. We're gonna take a walk.

[justamobster]

S'what I've noticed, too. But hell if I learn. [ He doesn't even wind up blacking out like some drunks, so blissful oblivion isn't even on the table. But for some reason his knee-jerk reaction to this sort of pain is to try and drown it in alcohol. ]

Walk, huh. Sure you wanna be seen with me, Red?

[tothefly]

[Learned habit, maybe. The kind of world he acts like he's from, it's a perfectly natural reaction. His question gets her first real response, a very clear look of raised eyebrows and slight disdain. Maybe the barest hint of irony in her voice.]

With you looking like that? Hardly. So go get cleaned up. I'll be there in ten.

[justamobster]

Yeah... Ten minutes, you got it.

[ He's not sure he trusts his drunken fingers with a straight razor right now, but he'll at least put on the rest of his suit. ]

[tothefly]

[She's there a little sooner than ten minutes--doesn't take long to get to a shuttle from her office--but regardless of that, he'll find her lounging in the door of the cargo bay, waiting for him. He doesn't look much better in person, but at least he's mobile.]

Hey, stranger. Looks like you weren't so drunk you couldn't remember how buttons work. That's progress, at least.