driftfleet | 06

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06 - video

Who: Winn Schott and you
Broadcast: Video
Action: Tourist
When: Friday

[ there's something off about winn when the feed turns on. something different from all his other broadcasts. it may take a second to spot it but once you realize what it is it becomes glaringly obvious: there's not a hint of happiness anywhere on his face. his eyes, his lips, his nose, it looks like every last bit of joy has been drained from his features, so even when his lips do stretch lightly upwards, despite his dry eyes it feels more like watching him sob than seeing him smile. ]

Margaery's gone home. [ he has no way of knowing that. she could have been kidnapped to another world, one where she would have no protective big brother to introduce her to superheroes and feminism, to embroider with her and teach her science. but he chooses to hang onto that thought, to believe that she's gone back to the family he knows she so desperately missed despite never letting her pain show. he clears his throat. ] If any of her friends wanna come by for a toast and some stories, I'll be on the Tourist all day.

[ he has been on the tourist since he realized she disappeared, curled up in his bed, shut down. this is the most he's said since, and it feels almost like an outer body experience. he clears his throat again, and nods at the camera before killing the feed. ]

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[He nods.] I'll see you soon. [If he had readily accessible bread you can pretty much guarantee that would come with him too in the form of bread because that wording makes him wonder, but since he doesn't he'll just show up in about fifteen minutes with some liquor. Have a knock.]

It's open.

[ superhearing sure would come in handy now because winn's voice is low, lacking any form of energy. he's lying in bed, curled up, the scarf margaery made him for his birthday wrapped around his neck. he's not crying, but he's not doing much of anything else, either. including getting up. ]

[Well, you'd need a comic canon daxamite for that. The stripped down version is just going on assumption as he opens the door and sees Winn more down than he could have expected.]

Wow. You must have been really close. [He's not sure he's ever cared about anyone enough to look like that.]

[ mon-el gets the closest thing to a glare winn can muster right now at that comment - it's mostly just winn's eyes traveling up to meet his face. ]

What'd you get? [ he better have something strong with him. right now, winn would risk blinding himself with superbrew if it'd also kill the pain in his heart. ]

[Yeah, he probably deserves that. Sorry, bro. He moves in further and sits on the edge of the bed with a bottle.] It's from the ring. It's strong, so you have to go easy on it.

[ he holds out his hand to him. mon-el, you might have to be responsible here and cut him off, because he's in no place to go easy on anything right now. ]

[Oh, good, put the responsibility for drinking in moderation in the hands of a Daxamite. Good call, Winn.] I didn't bring cups. Did you have some or should we just hit the bottle? [He does extend the bottle Winn's way though.]

[ he does have some, but getting them is effort, and all that is spent on pushing himself lightly up so he can take a swig of that bottle.

it's definitely strong, and he coughs, scrunching his face as the alcohol burns down his throat. it's a good burning, though, it distracts him for the moment from the burning in his heart.

he takes another drink before holding the bottle back up to mon-el. ]

Good choice.

Thanks. [He looks a little worried as he takes a drink from the bottle without all the coughing and scrunching. He doesn't move to pass it back just because he knows that must feel a lot stronger to someone who isn't him.]

[ he's quiet for a long moment. ]

First time I met her, she was going to read my palm. [ his lips stretch slightly upwards despite himself, the power of the memory is too strong. ] It was a joke, but we met up for it anyway. It ended up being one of the best things to ever happen to me.

[He's going to skip the part where he'd normally ask what reading his palm means. Why are you writing things on your hand, Winn?]

What made it so good?

[ he does occasionally write things on his palm, and the reason is that paper is too far away. ]

We became family.

[He reaches out to give Winn's shoulder a squeeze.] I'm sorry I didn't get to know her better then.

You missed out. She's so smart, Mon-El, if she got a real education... [ his voice breaks, his heart breaks. he was teaching her about natural forces and microwaves, she was interested in everything from the stars to common appliances, she always treated him and his knowledge with so much respect. who knows where she could have gotten with that kind of curiosity and quick learning ability? ]

Maybe she will? [He doesn't know what it's like there. Is that too much to hope? He just wants Winn to feel better.]

[ it's making him sad, how's that? he shakes his head. ]

That's not really an option where she's from. [ and it's so upsetting, she's brilliant, she's curious. with a little science she could make such a huge difference in her world...he should have taught her more practical principles, maybe somehow she could remember some of their lessons... ]

[Not as intended!] I'm sorry to hear that. [He does offer the bottle back.]

[ he takes it and helps himself to another long swig. it does not go down any better the second time around. ]

[He reaches for it back once he appears done just in case.] Too strong?

Usually, yeah. Today, it's perfect.

[ he probably should've asked kitty for that peanut butter jar and spoon. ]

Maybe you should try getting out of here.

Not really in the mood.

Yes, which is the reason to do it to change the environment and change the mood.

There's nowhere I can go here that won't remind me of Margaery so unless you got a portal back home stashed up your sleeve - pass.

I would have used that awhile ago if I did. [He reaches over and gives Winn's shoulder a sympathetic squeeze.]

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