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driftfleet2015-11-26 01:05 pm
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gotta get down for a mingle
Who: The crew of the SS Heron and visitors.
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Action: Aboard the SS Heron.
When: After returning to the ship.
[ finally back on the right ship, except the corridors are all mysteriously cold and the ship seems smaller. Thanks, Atroma. New crew, visitors, starters in comments ]
Broadcast: nope.
Action: Aboard the SS Heron.
When: After returning to the ship.
[ finally back on the right ship, except the corridors are all mysteriously cold and the ship seems smaller. Thanks, Atroma. New crew, visitors, starters in comments ]
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Yeah, yeah, don't let me get away with nothin'.
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[ Earnest, with a boyish smile, not a trace of mischief. ]
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Maybe you're the one that's drunk.
[Shaking her head at him.]
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[ He winks. ]
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...and she wonders - he said he had a good idea of what he thought had happened. What was it that he thought? She certainly would not have thought of her and Steve clashing in the way they had - they hadn't, in Luceti. She'd even rather liked him for a while. But... well, time and people changed. She knew better than anyone not to assume.]
In that case, I'd better have some of what you've got.
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[ He gestures, and pulls out a chair for her to sit down. ]
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She does take a seat when he pulls one out though, curious to see what he's got here.]
See, a less generous person than myself would start up a whole argument 'bout whether or not it's a country at all here, let alone a free one.
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[ Since they got the kitchen upgraded he's really enjoying the dispensary, okay. A glass of clear liquid gets handed to Rogue, and he takes one for himself. It's not alcoholic. Jim swore off that except socially. Or is trying to, anyway. ]
You know, I coulda said this is a military dictatorship and I'm in charge here, seein' as it is my ship.
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There's such a thing now? In the modern world?
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[She took a sip of her drink. C'mon, Jim. You know being a hero is always hard.]
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Leadin' a revolution?
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Doing the right thing.
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Shaking her head.] No wonder your generation despairs of mine. We barely know what that is anymore. An' y'all just called it good manners.
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Don't you go doin' that. My Ma raised me right. The world we've got now, it's messy, darlin', it ain't always clear who the bullies are or what we have to do. It used to be. My War was the last.
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Was it? [Because, yes, Nazis are evil with a capital E, but there is much she can think of when it comes to World War II which is not... as clear cut. Hard choices for the sake of freedom, that was how she thought of it still. She doesn't want to take any comfort away from him, but there's something about that which rings so strongly of... of... clinging to an ideal past that she just... she can't help address it.] Do ya really think it was clear?
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[ It was him or the other guy. That clarity hasn't changed. ]
War's a messy business, don't get me wrong. We'd have a hell lot more talk about mine if there were cameras and journalists the way there were in Vietnam, or Iraq... but sometimes there's folks who make it that way — easy to choose your side. That's what I'm sayin'.
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I get that.
[She paused for a moment, wondering if she wanted to let it go, or...] An' ya really think yours was the last time it was?
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I didn't live through the others to compare.
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True enough, but... wasn't that what started this whole thing ta begin with? You comparin'?
[She straightened and raised both hands in mock surrender.] I ain't invested here. I am just sayin'. Literally just sayin'.
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how did this get so mean, I blame you
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