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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?
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[He shakes his head, smiling a little. Just a little.]
... It's gonna be alright, though. I mean... We'll work on this.
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You've dealt with it a long time, and it's outside interference that's set you off, isn't it? [Perhaps it'll die on its own. It's not like she's really missing a piece of herself. Souls are infinite-- at least where she comes from. If he can assimilate it without any other complications--
--what's the likelihood of no further complications on the Fleet, though, seriously.]
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That's right.
I mean, as far as I can tell. I'd been handling it fine before that planet -- and before the hellfire thing just recently.
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[Pointed. Look.]
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.... I've never tried acid?
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[HAHAHA no. But let me tell you, college kids tripping out are some great people to hang out with when you're fae.]
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