+ Shot 001

[whereivebeen]

Who: Tay Barnam and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now

[ the camera focuses on the form of a tall (very tall), teenage girl who has not yet woken up. She's sprawled on her stomach, one arm dangling down as though she rolled over and didn't quite manage to stay on the cot.

It pans down her back, where the tops of two rather nasty-looking scars are peeking out above her tank top. It's a ~very dramatic reveal~ that the viewers back home will probably be deeply intrigued by.

After a moment, she shifts and groans. She pushes herself up, finally awake, and freezes halfway up.

This is not the motel room she was expecting to be in.

Her free hand moves immediately to the small of her back, finding nothing, and then her ankle, finding nothing but army surplus cargo pants and combat boots. ]

Where the fuck are my guns?

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[whereivebeen]

[ Tay shrugs ]

She's a Barnam. We're stubborn.

[puro]

Boy, do I know how that feels.

[whereivebeen]

[ She eyes him a little, like "really? YOU, mr mariachi?" ]

Stubborn family?

[puro]

Like you wouldn't believe. I come from a long, long line of bullfighters. Every single one of us.

[He gives a shrug.] You don't face off against thousand pound angry bulls all the time without being recklessly stubborn.

It's probably why almost all of them are dead.]

[whereivebeen]

Yeaaaaah, sounds familiar.

[ she pauses ]

No offence, but you don't really seem like the bullfighting type.

[puro]

I'm not. I hate it.

[At least he's had some chance to come to terms with it all. But the distaste is still there, perhaps a little bitterness of a decade of training to be someone he isn't. He knows his father was doing what he thought was best, but it was still a long time of being made to live a lie. ]

I could never bring myself to kill the bull. It's wrong.

[whereivebeen]

[ Hmm. That's worth remembering about him if nothing else.

She can sort of half identify with that thought, too. ]

How'd your family react to that?

[puro]

Well, Pappa-

[There were angry words, calling him a failure. Telling him he wasn't truly one of the family. It hurt. ]

There was a lot of anger.

But then I died and... [he waves his hands, to try and encompass the insane journey he hasn't long taken]

Well, things happened, and I made peace with him. With all of my family.

[When he thought he'd never have the chance again. ]

[whereivebeen]

[ Tay looks away and sighs something that, to the observant or those with really good hearing, sounds a little like "Lucky". ]

Well, that's good, I guess.

[ OH LOOK THEY'VE FINALLY SAUNTERED INTO THE KITCHEN YAY DISTRACTION. Tay's gonna just wrinkle her nose slightly at the goop and get on with it. Hey, at least it's food. Probably. ]

[puro]

Maybe.

[His ever present smile fades. They're all gone. Every last one of them. If he manages to get home, to save his town, he'll have to bury them. He's the last of the great Sánchez line, and that hurts.

His smile returns, albeit a lot weaker than previously.]

Good luck making anything edible.

[whereivebeen]

Thanks.

[ Tay may not know how to respond to emotions and emotional changes, but one thing she's pretty good at is noticing when those things are happening. She'd deny it, but the fact of the matter is...

Well. When you're trying so desperately to please your unpleaseable father and grandfather, you quickly learn to pick up on how they're feeling, and the feel of the room.

Which is why she hesitates, and then blurts out ]

You can eat with me. If you want. I mean, it's... whatever, if you don't want to I don't care.

[ it's her attempt at being comforting, after a fashion. ]

[puro]

[He grew up with Joaquín, who made Not Feeling Feelings into an art form. He's used to awkward attempts at comfort, and recognises it for what it is. He'll chuckle lightly, sitting down. ]

Thank you, senorita. I'd like that.

[whereivebeen]

[ Oh gosh, he's THANKING her? what does she even DO with that?

Nothing, apparently. She's just gonna let it flow over her and never acknowledge it. ]

So what do you WANT to do? Instead of Bullfighting.

[puro]

[Manolo doesn't seem to mind. ]

I want to be a mariachi. Music is my real calling.