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driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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Yeah. I'm going to do that. ... I have to see my best friend again.
[There are certain items that rotate that start to glow when he says that. The defense attorney's badge, the framed degree, the bracelet, the tiny little rocket ship, the I'M FINE sign, the janitor's closet door, the dead frog, and the red glowfish.
Looks like this best friend was involved in a lot of the memories that shaped him.]
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... He's the defense attorney, right?
[Orion starts reaching out for the bracelet, since it's closest.]
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The gradual transition is there again, from the light fading in to the slow increase of gravity.
When the world fades in, Orion finds himself in a homey, one bedroom apartment. Specifically, he's on one end of the coffee table and sitting on the floor, right beside the couch. The blue couch with blankets and pillows on it, as if someone was sleeping there - and that someone is sitting there, rubbing at his eyes while his brown hair sticks out everywhere. Definitely not Clay.
No, Clay comes around a few seconds later, carrying two plates of eggs and bacon. Compared to the other guy, Clay looks refreshed and just fine, like he'd been awake for a while. He walks to the side of the couch, gives a helpless smile at the state of his friend, and sets the plate down in front of him.]
Come on, where's the guy who woke up at the crack of dawn to practice his Chords of Steel? [He ruffles his friend's already messy hair, then moves around to sit at the other end of the table, facing Apollo and diagonal to Orion.] Eat up, Apollo. Today's a new day!
[His friend, Apollo, gives him a half-hearted glare, which Clay responds to with an overly cheerful smile. Apollo runs a hand through his hair a few times, trying in vain to get it to lay back down the way it should be, then settles in to eat his food.]
Clay, I got myself fired on my first day. I feel like this is just my terrible, horrible, really bad day that's still going on.
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[he studies apollo from his place on the floor, and watches the way they interact. part of it is him wanting to understand the kind of person clay would call his best friend, and the rest of him wants to make sure he approves of that.
[he knows that's selfish, but... after what he just saw, he wants to know that clay has been living a full life.]
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But Clay just waves a hand, his free hand cutting at his eggs for a bit.]
Yeah? That's old news now.
It happened yesterday.
Old. News.
[Apollo gives a half-glare again, and Clay gives that overly cheerful smile once more, the only difference being that now his mouth is stuff with eggs. And, even though he'd never do so on the fleet, it's here where he'll actually talk with his mouth full.]
Hoo'ay's a yew 'ay! [He swallows, thankfully, and Apollo rolls his eyes, but also gives a half smile.] So tell me about it in a different way. Did anything good happen? All I heard was the terrible, horrible, really bad of it all.
[Apollo lets out a loud sigh and ducks his head while running a hand through his hair.]
You're not going to let me sit here and stew in my own misery, aren't you?
Nope. Not a chance.
[And with that, Apollo lifts his head again and tilts it to the side, trying to think of what good things might have happened.]
Well... I did figure out who the real killer was.
See? That's good!
... And he happened to be my mentor.
... Yeah, that sucks. But keep going, focus on the good stuff!
Mm... So, even though I fired myself, I technically did win the trial... but only because my idol gave me forged evidence to use without me knowing it.
[And Clay frowns at that, irritated not at Apollo, but at the situation.]
I still can't believe he did that. Can I go punch him in the face? Because I totally will.
[Here, Apollo looks a bit sheepish.]
I... kind of already did that.
[Which just makes Clay rock back, almost losing his balance, hand over the grin on his face and eyes wide with surprise. Holy shit! His best friend did what?!]
OOOOH!
Clay, come on... [But he totally just let out a snort at that reaction and smiled a bit. Yeah okay it was pretty cool but also really terrifying he punched his idol in the face]