third; text/action

[eyeforaneye]

Who: Uchiha Sasuke+victims
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: S.S. Huntress
When: Now

[text]

I have thins to say. [ Many, many thins. ]

Violence is normal. And that's not all. If your perception of your own relaity involves limitations stopping your goals... alter that perception. Don't make an excuse. Don't be nice about it. Just change reality.

And I fixed one of those blenders. And I'm not as weird as people think I am. Fuck you all.

[ Really, there are three people to blame for this utter travesty. One of them is Sasuke himself, obviously. One is Obi-Wan, who'd supplied the alcohol that had gotten Sasuke into this state. The last one is Ino, who thought challenging Sasuke to drink would be a fantastic idea. ]

[action]

[ He can be found in various places on the Huntress and in varying stages of inebriation. Trying and failing to cook something edible? Check. Lying in his room staring at the ceiling in the dark? Check. Still in Obi-Wan's room challenging either Ino or the Jedi to an arm-wrestling contest? Probably.

This is what happens when you've never drunk before and weigh approximately nothing. ]

[closed to Ino and Obi-Wan]

I'll take another drink when I finish this text. [ So he says to Obi-Wan and Ino while staring intensely at his communicator, clearly thinking the rambling of an absolutely insane seventeen-year-old is something the fleet needs to be subjected to right this minute.

Also, he can't even remember whose turn it is. Or what the rules are. Or if they're still playing a game that isn't just 'get drunk and die in a ditch'. ]

Comments

[beardstrokes]

No judging on the whiskey table.

[ It is whiskey right? Maybe. ]

[eyeforaneye]

Fuck off.

[ As kindly said as he feels, honestly, literally pushing her face away. Why. Well, at least he frees up his hand then to take his pledged drink. ]

Listen to Kenobi.

[ino]

[ She moves, but not before slapping at his hand that's pushing at her. ]

I'm not judging, I'm just asking. I can't believe you're even more ornery when you're drunk.

[ Ino, that is definitely judging. ]

[beardstrokes]

I'm not drunk.

[ Magnanimously ]

I am a Jedi.

[ Then he looks at them to see whether they understood that reference. ]

[eyeforaneye]

[ He's about to say that he thinks Ino is talking about him but... honestly, he and Obi-Wan are both way too serious. It's a toss-up. ]

Yeah. [ He actually lowers his voice in order to speak to Ino, perfectly audible still as he eyes Obi-Wan conspiratorially. ]

A drunk Jedi.

[ino]

[ She actually was talking about Sasuke, but ... she grins. ]

Yeah. A drunk Jedi. At least Sasuke has an excuse for being a lightweight, but you're old enough to know better.

[beardstrokes]

[ Petulantly. ]

Thirty-seven is not that old.

[eyeforaneye]

For a fighter it is. The mortality rate for a shinobi is... [ Oh, Allen's being annoying. Let him jab aggressively at his communicator for a moment before looking back up, expression a little too forcibly neutral. ]

I'm deciding it's my turn. Drink if you've pursued a relationship with someone who wasn't interested.

[ino]

It's old enough to know better.

[ She's about to make a comment about his angry typing, but -- that gets cut off with an offended noise at his choice of topic. TARGETING PEOPLE IS RUDE, SASUKE. ]

Seriously?

[ But she drinks anyways ... ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He glances at Sasuke briefly. He doesn't pick up his glass. ]

Drink if you've stabbed someone in your room.

[eyeforaneye]

...

He actually told you about that? Prick... [ It's not clear if Sasuke's muttering is in reference to Obi-Wan or to Sascha, grouchily taking another drink regardless. Fine. ]

[ino]

[ She just stares at Sasuke incredulously. Then at Obi-Wan. ]

Is -- is everyone on your ship okay?

[ She's sorry you have to deal with this idiot ... ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He grins, definitely amused now. The great thing about drinking is that his sassiness goes up exponentially and he has little to no filter as well. ]

Oh, yes. He got better.

[eyeforaneye]

[ What is this, Monty Python? ]

Sascha isn't part of our ship. He's an intruder.

Much in the way that mold and rot are intruders in an old house after an unseasonably damp summer. He's a fucking plague. A fucking fungal infestation.

[ino]

[ She just looks so dubious. ]

You mean that weirdo with the sunglasses?

I mean, technically, I'm an intruder on this ship right now too -- does that mean you have to stab me, too?

[beardstrokes]

[ Flippantly. ]

Don't tempt him. For all we know, our glasses can and will be used against us.

[eyeforaneye]

Don't be absurd; I obviously have knives on my person so I wouldn't have to resort to glasses. [ Clearly. ] And no... you were invited.

He, on the other hand, showed up in my bed.

Uninvited.