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Allen Walker ([personal profile] save_the_souls) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-07-14 06:55 pm
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JULY PLANET MINGLE

Who: YOU. ME. EVERYONE.
Broadcast: IF YOU WANT
Action: YEAH!!!!!
When: July!

[Congratulations to the crews that did not get themselves blown up! Welcome to the Blue Planet, a planet full of charming islands and even less charming weather patterns! Are you going to take the time to enjoy the beach? Help out with the local Nunnilis population? Get caught in a storm with another person and have a rating boosting sexual tension moment? The world's your oyster!]

[Yeah in other words: ITS A MINGLE GET IN HERE]

[July Planet Info!]
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nextlineis: (★ and the fakers gonna fake)

[personal profile] nextlineis 2015-07-26 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Joseph bristles.]

You still want it?

[He doesn't know why he even bothers to ask. Joseph has a pretty strong hunch what the answer is going to be and he doesn't want to hear it because he knows it's going to sting. He just finds somewhere else to look with his eyes and tries to keep his expression as calm and as neutral as possible.]
mylegacy: <user name="sawakonosadako" site="tumblr.com"> (○ so don't think)

[personal profile] mylegacy 2015-07-26 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
[He snorts, glancing away, his gaze raking the room like he's looking for something he's lost. It feels like he is.]

You don't.

[Want to stay. Want him. They seem like the same thing to Caesar right now, and if Joseph doesn't want it, then it doesn't matter what Caesar wants, does it?]

[He's distantly aware that he's conflating things that have nothing to do with each other, that he's being savage and cruel and he doesn't need to be. But tomorrow he'll be able to pretend like he barely remembers it, and they'll get past it, and for now - for now he just needs to be angry or he thinks sadness might swallow him whole.]
nextlineis: (☆ you can let the light in)

[personal profile] nextlineis 2015-07-26 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't say that, [he snaps without meaning to. In his eagerness to not react, he can't help but react. Joseph's never been all that good at keeping cool and collected, but especially not when something like that digs under his skin.]

[And it shouldn't bother him this much, should it? He doesn't think it should. He's pretty sure it shouldn't. But it does and no matter how much he tries to pretend that he's not affected, Joseph isn't the type of person who can mask his emotions. He may be able to hide what he's thinking, but never what he's feeling. It always slips out either through his eyes or his body language.]

[He rubs at his eyes with a thumb and index finger, pressing hard enough that stars pop and flash against the dark before he briefly pinches the bridge of his nose. He feels exhausted and frustrated and angry and hurt and he just. He just.]

I'm just done with that. That's all.
mylegacy: <user name="narben"> (○ so take a look what you've done)

[personal profile] mylegacy 2015-07-26 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
[He can see Joseph scrub at his face with his hand, even out of the corner of his eye. He can see that this is hurting him. But he's trying very hard not to care. If he can keep from caring long enough to get out of here, to distract himself, tomorrow will be back to normal and he won't ever have to think about this again.]

[Part of him knows that's bullshit. But he has to believe in it if he's going to get out of here without blowing up or breaking down. He feels frayed and fragile, as though he's much smaller and more helpless than he is, and Joseph has the power to pull him apart or put him back together with the quietest word, the slightest gesture.]

I thought I wanted it.

[His voice is very low, barely audible, as he scans the room.]

But maybe I should go. It's been a long day.
nextlineis: (★ stared down by the enemy)

[personal profile] nextlineis 2015-07-26 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe you should.

[It's not what he means to say. Not even close. What he really means is that he's not about to make Caesar stay if he doesn't want to. But it seems obvious to him that Caesar doesn't want to and he knows he doesn't want to hear that directly from Caesar's mouth. Thus, he doesn't give Caesar the option. He just gives him what he wants, which seems to be an easy escape.]

[He pushes.]
mylegacy: <user name="cutiegengar" site="tumblr.com"> (○ oh baby i'm bowing out)

[personal profile] mylegacy 2015-07-26 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Caesar doesn't want to stay, it's true. But he doesn't want to go, either. He wants Joseph to ask him to stay, to hold him here with his words or his eyes or his hands, to want him here. He wants to be wanted in a way he never did before he met Joseph, and part of him resents Joseph terribly for that. It was easier before. Painful in a different way, one that didn't revolve around anyone but Caesar.]

[But Joseph doesn't hold him here. Joseph lets him go, pushes him away, and Caesar is struck with the urge to grab him by the collar and shake him, make him understand - what? What the hell does he want Joseph to understand? If he could just make him feel what he's feeling, this hurt, this loneliness, this exhaustion, if he could press it into Joseph's chest so it aches where he aches, God, he would in a second. Without regret.]

[What he wants doesn't matter, though. That's incredibly clear.]

[He lays his fork and knife on his plate, folds his napkin, prim and precise, and stands quickly enough to shake the table. Throwing a few bills on the table for the drinks, he glances at Joseph evenly.]

Have a good night, Joseph.

[He leaves the table without another word. But he doesn't leave the restaurant, not yet. Instead he crosses the room in a few quick strides and catches their waitress, who has been watching all this with bemusement, by the elbow. She looks up at him, and he smiles down at her in a way that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Then he leans in close and says something into her ear, low enough that she has to lean in close to hear. When he pulls away again, she's smiling tentatively at him, and he tips his chin up, satisfied, lifting one eyebrow. They've reached an understanding.]

[Then he leaves the restaurant, and doesn't look back.]
nextlineis: (★ 'cause the players gonna play)

[personal profile] nextlineis 2015-07-26 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He watches Caesar get up and leave without saying anything, but he tries not to watch him with the waitress. He just finds a spot to stare at the table instead, drumming the fingers of his free hand lightly on the table with his brow furrowed. He knows what's probably happening, what shitty pick-up line Caesar is using on her. His lip curls slightly, for just a fraction of a second as his stomach twists itself into a knot and his shoulders tense as he thinks of what stupid face she's probably making at him in return as she falls for hook, line, and sinker. Aside from his fingers though, Joseph remains perfectly still. He knows if he moves, he'll look at Caesar and he doesn't want to. He can feel Caesar as he steps away from the waitress and heads out, but he doesn't lift his gaze from the spot on the table to watch him leave. That's not something he wants to watch again. Not now, not ever.]

[Joseph's mood doesn't recover. It's arguable that he doesn't even make an attempt to salvage his mood as he simply stews in his head. He's angry with Caesar. No, he's furious and he blames him.]

[It doesn't matter how angry you are at me. I'm not leaving.]

[He doesn't look at the waitress as she comes to clear the table, now a little more sheepish which just makes him angry with her. Angry, but he won't take it out on her at the very least. At least not in any active sort of way, though she can expect he's going to stiff her on the tip. It's petty and childish, something he'll feel bad about later because it wasn't her fault, but in the moment he sure as hell won't. He'll feel justified.]

[By the time dessert does get brought out (the closest thing this planet has to gelato), Joseph simply settles on being a little angry at himself both for obvious and inexplicable reasons. He didn't want to make Caesar stay, but he should have. He shouldn't have let him walk away like that, anyway. Of course, that's with the implication that he could have salvaged anything at this point. But Joseph knows he'd fucked it up beyond repair faster than he could figure it out.]

[You leave and I'm just going to follow you again anyway. I don't care how much you complain or try to insult me.]

[Joseph drops his spoon with a clatter. He hasn't had a single bite of dessert and the gelato is more like soup at this point. He just wants to leave and flags down the waitress. He pays, she tells him to have a good night (clearly unsure of what else to say to him beyond the standard script), and he ignores her entirely. When he gets back to his ship, he says nothing to anyone and retreats to his room. He tosses and turns for a while, not really tired and still too wound up to sleep, but he tries anyway. He tries to stop replaying everything that happened today, but his mind keeps skipping straight ahead to that last part where he colossally fucked up, where he should have said or done anything that wasn't exactly what happened.]

[It's hours before he can get to sleep, but eventually he wears himself out enough that sleep takes him without his notice followed by morning coming far too fast.]
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