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driftfleet2015-08-19 08:58 pm
mylegacy) wrote in driftfleet2015-08-19 08:58 pm
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three ○ video / action
Who: Caesar & u
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Iskaulit & waystations!
When: 8/17 - 8/22
I was just hailed by a shuttle on the way from the Tourist to the Iskaulit . . . I understand this has been happening regularly? Do we have any idea who these shuttles belong to? Or are people just racing strangers with no information whatsoever?
[He sounds moderately pressed about this. But an important thing to note about Caesar is that, while he acts mostly responsible most of the time, if you dare him into something hard enough, he will pretty much always do it.]
[When he isn't passive-aggressively complaining on the network, he starts hesitantly exploring the Iskaulit, poking his head into its empty rooms with the (fairly irrational) fear that he'll see one of the bugs around any corner. Eventually he'll get to moving a little bit more slowly, studying the way the ship is built, how it's different from the Tourist and the Marsiva and the other ships he's been on.]
[Later, he makes his way to the nearest waystation, which is, naturally, a huge disappointment. He can be found loudly sighing in pretty much any location on the station, but especially over the clothes, which are all a few sizes too small. And there are no backwards suspenders anywhere.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Iskaulit & waystations!
When: 8/17 - 8/22
I was just hailed by a shuttle on the way from the Tourist to the Iskaulit . . . I understand this has been happening regularly? Do we have any idea who these shuttles belong to? Or are people just racing strangers with no information whatsoever?
[He sounds moderately pressed about this. But an important thing to note about Caesar is that, while he acts mostly responsible most of the time, if you dare him into something hard enough, he will pretty much always do it.]
[When he isn't passive-aggressively complaining on the network, he starts hesitantly exploring the Iskaulit, poking his head into its empty rooms with the (fairly irrational) fear that he'll see one of the bugs around any corner. Eventually he'll get to moving a little bit more slowly, studying the way the ship is built, how it's different from the Tourist and the Marsiva and the other ships he's been on.]
[Later, he makes his way to the nearest waystation, which is, naturally, a huge disappointment. He can be found loudly sighing in pretty much any location on the station, but especially over the clothes, which are all a few sizes too small. And there are no backwards suspenders anywhere.]
fine, i will
[But even then, those weren't the parts that Caesar talks about. He mentions it in vague passing because they're still important, they're still a part of his family whether any of them like it or not. But they're not the focus. The focus is on who each of his siblings are, their relationships to one another, to Caesar. And how much he misses each of them.]
[As Caesar talks, Joseph scoots a little closer. Not close enough to touch, but close. He does so without realizing it, but it seems like the right place to be when Caesar's talking about something so important, so close to him.]
It sounds noisy. [But he says this in a soft way that sounds like it's good. Because what isn't good about a family that loves one another and looks after each other?] They sound like good kids though. To be honest, I never really wanted brothers and sisters, [something he thinks most people expect only children to say, but Joseph was glad in some ways to be the only child since it put less on his grandmother; he was certainly a handful enough all on his own,] but I wouldn't have minded having any of them, I think.
[He hesitates a little because maybe he doesn't have the right authority to say this, but...]
Your father and mother would be proud of you for taking care of them. For doing what you did. [Even the parts that don't sit well with Joseph.] Your grandfather, too, if he ever had the chance to know you.
good!!!!!!!
[He shifts slightly in his seat, then, a little closer still, and his hand comes to rest on the seat between them. He won't move further than that - he's still leery of a repeat of what happened last time, and now he couldn't escape even if he wanted to - but he doesn't want to seem like he's ignoring Joseph, either. And he does want to be closer, very much so.]
[Maybe Joseph doesn't have the authority to say that. But it feels good anyway, especially after Joseph's been so angry for so long, to have approval directed his way. He doesn't know when that became so important to him, especially from someone like Joseph, but - well, no, he knows. It was right around the time he started loving him.]
[He laughs, a soft sound in his throat, and closes his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed.]
Oh, don't say that. You don't know-- [And then he stops himself, forces himself quiet for a moment, and continues:] Thank you. That's - it means a lot.
[He's quiet for another moment, then, looking at Joseph out of the corner of his eye, feeling a little uncertain.]
They're good kids. They'd like you. I think they would.
. . . You did that, too, didn't you. Brought things inside you weren't supposed to. I can see you doing it.
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[Then Caesar changes what he's saying and Joseph relaxes a little, feeling better and like he said the right thing. He smiles a little wider for just a brief moment and lets both of them fall into a little moment of silence. (Silence is something that usually drives Joseph nuts, but he doesn't always feel the urge to break it with Caesar. Sometimes it's good to just sit next to him and know that he's right there from his steady breathing.) He looks at Caesar when he talks again though.]
[At the accusation he clears his throat and rubs the back of his head with a hand.]
I really wanted a dog. Granny always said I got that from my grandfather. He used to have a dog that went everywhere with him. Which, you know, only made me want one even more because why should he get one and I don't. But she always said I wasn't responsible enough to look after it and she was too old to look after me and a dog.
[He'd always tell her that was ridiculous when he was younger, not understanding really just how hard it was for his grandmother to look after a kid as rambunctious as he had been at her age. Given how irresponsible he was, it probably would have fallen to her to take care of the dog in question.]
So sooooometimes [his hand comes back down next to Caesar's] I might have brought things home I wasn't supposed to.
I didn't bring home anything gross though. And it's not like I tried to sneak it into my room or something more than once or twice. I wanted Granny to let me keep it, so I thought if I was honest about it she'd maybe let it slide just once.
She'd let it stay the night sometimes, but most of the time she made me take it to the pound with her that night. [He winces a little in some retrospective embarrassment for his behavior.] I was a brat about it and pitched a fit every time. Sometimes I refused to even go and made her do it on her own.
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I'm surprised she didn't take you to the pound.
[His fingers curl against Joseph's by accident, and he smiles down at his lap. It's probably a good thing he never had to deal with a kid like Joseph. Apparently he'd be a pushover at it.]
You got attached to them, I bet. All of them.
[He grins at Joseph, then, bumps his shoulder.]
You should have a dog now. You could probably manage it.
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[He snaps back into the present when Caesar bumps his shoulder though and looks at him with a wide grin. At least Caesar seems to think he could do it.]
Well, if I couldn't, I'd have you for back-up, right?
[He shifts his hand a little so a few of his fingers hook onto Caesar's.]
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[Besides, he doesn't want to. He doesn't even remember who started this now, but it wasn't just him moving towards Joseph, he knows that much. Joseph's supposed to be steering the damn shuttle, and he's not, he's touching Caesar's hand. So he doesn't pull away and doesn't move closer, just readjusts their hands so his is under Joseph's, their fingers twined together. It's not subtle, but it's what he wants, and right now he's feeling selfish.]
[He's very careful not to let anything else change, not his smile or his posture or his tone, like it's normal, like it's nothing. Tipping his chin up, he gives Joseph a skeptical look.]
I don't know anything about dogs, Jojo. We never had one. Nicoletta would've had a fit.
[Also they couldn't afford one. But that's not really the main point. The main point is distracting Joseph.]
How would you take care of a dog here, anyway?
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Well, it'd be all set with food and water. I mean, that shit they try to feed us already looks like canned dog food anyway, and dogs aren't picky eaters. [Certainly not as picky as Joseph who probably would have zero problems "accidentally" dropping the nastier portions of his meals on the ground for the dog, whoops.] And it could sleep with me. I know the cots aren't all that big, but I survived a night sharing with you, I could handle a dog.
And uh... [He looks thoughtful a moment as he tries to consider the other important things about having a dog, modifying old arguments he used to present to Granny Erina.] Oh, it could still get regular baths in the shower. We only get so much hot water, but I don't think a dog's gonna care if it's a little cold or not.
[Assuming, of course, that Joseph wouldn't either sacrifice or share hot water with the dog in the first place.]
It'd stay out of everyone's way on the bridge with me so it doesn't bug anyone like Nightingale. [Who he could see having the biggest conniption over a dog on board out of the rest of his crew.] But I'd get it plenty of toys when I could find it so it wouldn't chew things up and we could play fetch in the hallway or down in the cargo bay.
[He grins crookedly at Caesar.]
It wouldn't be that hard. I think it'd be pretty happy on-board, actually. [He crinkles his nose.] But like that'd even happen. Where the hell would you find a dog out here anyway?
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There's all kinds of things out here. You found a fish.
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That'll teach you not to believe me next time I say there's a fish around.
[He gives Caesar a rough but playful nudge.]
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Obviously you've never told a lie in your life and I should never doubt you.
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[Which is actually true, really. Joseph isn't subtle at all; his lies might work on someone who doesn't know him well, but they don't work on Caesar. And he's overcome with such fondness for him that he leans his head on Joseph's shoulder and looks out the front again.]
If I find a dog, I'll let you know, Jojo.
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You sure you're not gonna regret that?
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[He sounds genuinely puzzled.]
It would make you happy, wouldn't it?
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[And if there's one thing Caesar doesn't strike Joseph as, it's the animal type. At the very least, not much of a dog person.]
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[Joseph is a big stinky dog who tracks mud all over the house, you heard it here first.]
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What the hell is that supposed to mean?
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[SMILES FOR FUCKING EVER.]
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Asshole.
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[Just gonna snuggle up close don't mind him. Don't mind him.]
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[He won't mind you, you dick. Hope you're comfy.]
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[He's super comfy. Don't move ever again.]
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