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Bigby Wolf ([personal profile] bb_wolf) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-10-04 08:18 pm

video/action: Bloodsport OTA

Who: Bigby and anyone listening
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Bloodsport
When: Now

[Having been unconscious for two weeks, when Bigby woke up he had promptly decided to take a couple of days to sleep it off. It's only now, after a shower and some food that he bothers to take to the comm.

He's in the shuttle bay, where his massive bulk fits best.]


I was thinking about starting some kind of immortals evening. Get together. Bitch about how things have changed over the last couple of centuries. Commiserate with others who get the whole 'living for fucking ages' thing, if that's what floats your boat.

Just finding it weird, being surrounded by so many mortals. Fables keep themselves to themselves. No point making friends with mortals for us. Anyone interested?
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[personal profile] stretchy_girl 2016-10-06 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's spot on with four out of those five. Her mother is dead, murdered by one of the so-called supervillains and the pain of that loss still reverberates, partly because she fears never having a family ever again. But she can't dwell on her pain any longer, not when it's so much easier to let anger rule her.]

I have forever to grasp how I'll never be able to enjoy an intimate moment? You'll forgive me if that thought isn't reassuring.
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[personal profile] stretchy_girl 2016-10-08 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
You try having a body that doesn't respond to your desires.

[Her voice is venomous in response. It's something that she would never normally confide to a stranger, but this whole experience isn't normal and has made her stressed and angry, and once she starts talking about her troubles it's hard to build that dam up again.]
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[personal profile] stretchy_girl 2016-10-10 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
[She really desperately wants to believe that, and his admission makes her reach for the visual button because maybe he could understand. But she stops her tendril before she presses it, pride stopping her and making her blurt out immaturely.]

You don't know anything.

[Now she shuts off the connection altogether, twisting and coiling about the heat exchanger as her feelings roil, deeply unhappy and depressed.]