Ladon Ceto (
justamobster) wrote in
driftfleet2015-06-24 06:59 pm
Entry tags:
05 // Video
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. ]
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. ]

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Please tell me that the ship is at least on autopilot. I'd rather we not crash into one of the others.
[That's kind of like a hello. He moves to sit at his security port nearby, frowning across at him. ]
I take it someone you know was sent away? Or is this a more general state of feeling sorry for yourself?
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He gets this guy is hurting - it's obvious. Who wouldn't be able to tell that? So he should probably just leave well enough alone. But at the same time... ]
Losing people sucks. Especially in places like this. I know. I was somewhere else before, too. But... isn't the time you spend with them while they're around better than spending time just being completely alone? Again, especially in places like this?
[ His voice is quiet, and he's not even looking directly at the camera. It's like he doesn't really expect a response right away, more like he's just thinking out loud where Ladon can clearly hear/see him. ]
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[Nailed it.]
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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.]
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Stopping just inside the doorway leading into the cockpit, she stands with crossed arms and a furrowed brow.]
... Ladon?
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... But he tries it anyway.
Tourist's resident plant inches sneakily into the room, holding a little pot of flowers.
Which he will inch right into the console in front of Landing. ]
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[despite whatever he may think about this, he is smirking.]
You wanna talk about anything? I promise I'm a real good listener. We can go have a smoke out on top of the Bloodsport to mix up whatever one-man-booze-party you've got going on.
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[There's a slightly long pause, before Wanda adds more solemnly:]
But it is also very lonely.
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You sound like you could use some unsolicited advice, yourself.
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Also...speaking from experience, it is a very easy mistake to keep making. It has a way of sneaking up on you when you aren't watching. And if I am not completely mistaken, you are as prone to not learning that lesson as I. [He gestures ruefully with his hands, lips stretched into a thin smile. He's been off balance ever since Mattias left, after all, and it's a truth he can't seem to escape or ignore.]
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