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driftfleet2017-02-05 03:25 pm
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-05 03:25 pm
Video.
Who: Sam and you!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport or Iskaulit Bar if you find a way to squeeze in an action thread!
When: Today or whatevs, but backdated stuff is cool too.
[The last week has been really, really rough. Most people probably know.
He's been all but nonexistent for that entire week, and a few days after, too. Buried in hell memories and glitched to the point of barely functioning, he had stayed aboard the Bloodsport mostly with Nami. For the better, he knows later on; Nami understood him best, when it came to that side of him. It doesn't make him anymore ashamed and embarrassed that people had to see that. It makes him a bit depressed in the short time that follows. He wakes up on the third as himself — himself now, anyway. But he decided to just sleep for a day or two and try not to think about all the baggage.
But — he'll get pushed to move eventually, and the bar does need bartenders.
He will be out at the bar as he had been before the glitch.
It was what it was, he reminds himself. It was a part of him, and it's... well, it's not over, it'll never be over, but he's come a long way. He's better than that husk he'd been in the garden. He adapted and he survived. That has to count for something.
Still, there's some things to address.]
[Video.]
Hey, guys, I'm alive. Sorry for being so MIA at the bar, but I'm back now... Let me know if I missed anything.
[He's much better. See?? No burns or scars, and he's got his hair brushed, and everything is A-OK.]
I wanted to... apologize to everyone who ran into me, last week. I, uh, I said some pretty miserable crap and I know I sounded like a crazy person. And I just wanted to thank you guys for putting up with, um... that part of me. It's been years, and I'm much better now, and I don't... want anyone to - [He pauses, wringing a rag from the bar in his hands.] - to worry or anything like that.
I'm okay now.
So If you need a drink, I'll be here.
[A deep breath.]
Well... I don't want to just leave it on that note, so.
... Aaaah, let me think.
...
What's something you've accomplished that you're really proud of?
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport or Iskaulit Bar if you find a way to squeeze in an action thread!
When: Today or whatevs, but backdated stuff is cool too.
[The last week has been really, really rough. Most people probably know.
He's been all but nonexistent for that entire week, and a few days after, too. Buried in hell memories and glitched to the point of barely functioning, he had stayed aboard the Bloodsport mostly with Nami. For the better, he knows later on; Nami understood him best, when it came to that side of him. It doesn't make him anymore ashamed and embarrassed that people had to see that. It makes him a bit depressed in the short time that follows. He wakes up on the third as himself — himself now, anyway. But he decided to just sleep for a day or two and try not to think about all the baggage.
But — he'll get pushed to move eventually, and the bar does need bartenders.
He will be out at the bar as he had been before the glitch.
It was what it was, he reminds himself. It was a part of him, and it's... well, it's not over, it'll never be over, but he's come a long way. He's better than that husk he'd been in the garden. He adapted and he survived. That has to count for something.
Still, there's some things to address.]
[Video.]
Hey, guys, I'm alive. Sorry for being so MIA at the bar, but I'm back now... Let me know if I missed anything.
[He's much better. See?? No burns or scars, and he's got his hair brushed, and everything is A-OK.]
I wanted to... apologize to everyone who ran into me, last week. I, uh, I said some pretty miserable crap and I know I sounded like a crazy person. And I just wanted to thank you guys for putting up with, um... that part of me. It's been years, and I'm much better now, and I don't... want anyone to - [He pauses, wringing a rag from the bar in his hands.] - to worry or anything like that.
I'm okay now.
So If you need a drink, I'll be here.
[A deep breath.]
Well... I don't want to just leave it on that note, so.
... Aaaah, let me think.
...
What's something you've accomplished that you're really proud of?
[action]
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That's right. In hell, for every month on earth, it's at least a decade there.
So a day down there in earth time is... ahhh... a few months, I think?
[Though some places flow differently, but that's the general gist.]
[action]
...You're kind of amazing.
[action]
Huh?
[He hasn't met Elvis his #1 fan yet, so this is new for him.]
[action]
You heard the same story I did, right? [The one he just told her.] The one where you were tortured for longer than I've been alive and you came out the other side like this? [Gesturing.] I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm sure there's still stuff to sort out in there, but you care about people. You have intelligent, funny conversations. [It could be a lot worse. It probably should be. Thus, how remarkable it is.] I'm saying I'm impressed.
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Yeah, something like those.]
N—no, it's not... I mean.
[He rubs his arm, looking at the bar, then smiles crookedly at her.]
It's nothing to be impressed about. I mean, I just... held onto the handrails and rode the coaster, really. You know? It's not. I didn't really do anything other than try not to fly out of the cart, anyway.
[Is this coaster metaphor meshing.]
[action]
Still, I'm glad you held on.
[action]
Let's all continue that trend, while we're all at it, huh?
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