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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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I don't think misery likes much of anything.

That's why it's good to combat it.

[He's moving to make coffee already, expression schooled into something more casual, as if it's just another day. It's how Jarvis copes with anything, himself. Putting himself in his job and settling there, and then speaking to Ana when things are quieter. He really... has nobody else to speak to on his own feelings, than his dearest.]

But regardless, I don't mind your misery at the table, as long as you're at the table and not curled up in a bed by yourself.

[ he turns a chair around, so he can sit with his arms resting on top of its back, his head resting on his arms. ]

Funny, for months, everyone's trying to get me in bed. I get in, and everyone's trying to get me out.

[such terrible manners

you and miss carter both i swear]

Such is the fickle life of inventors and engineers who don't look at clocks enough [The machine's working; as terrible a creature as the machine is, he's gotten it to work relatively okay when he uses it. No promises for you guys, though.] I think you should consider going out, getting some air. Being closed in on a ship is no way to brew in your thoughts.

Have you considered hiking or visiting the planet?

[ honestly, he would be flattered to be compared to her in anything. ]

I look at clocks.

[ he just ignores them, because he finds them completely meaningless in space where he has no routine, usually no job to get to. ]

Been there, done that, made the t-shirt. [ actually, that t-shirt he hasn't made yet, but he's just honestly a little relieved he can make a joke at all. none have been coming to him for a while and it made him feel broken. ]

[Made the t-shirt, huh? Whatever that means.

But he will let you have your humor. It's better than nothing.]

You know, you've probably been there and done that when it comes to being in your bedroom, too. One is probably more productive and helpful than the other. [He considers the situation for a moment.] What sort of things do you do, for your usual work?

[ okay, he'll give him that. that's a good point. though he really hasn't been doing as much of just hanging out in his bedroom as one would expect from a guy closing in on a year in the fleet. ]

Depends on what you mean by my usual work.

... When my employer finds himself troubled, he often turns to productivity with his inventions and usual manner of work. Though I think it a peck unhealthy at times, I can't argue there are worse alternatives.

[He's trying to figure out a decent solution to the sadness, of course. He knows it won't repair anything, but it is crucial to keep one's self moving when they're in a funk.]

And I have little to offer but my interest in such work.

[A pause, coffee growling with bubbled heat behind him.]

We could discuss the heart of the matter, though I imagine people have already properly drilled that home for you by now, people who you know and trust far more than me. You've quite a lovely group, coming in and out.

[ winn usually does that too, but this time...it's just too much. he doesn't trust himself with serious work when he's in this state anyway and he certainly can't sew; margaery was teaching him to embroider, and he taught her to use a sewing machine, it was their thing.

that requires too much talking to explain, though, too much opening up, so instead he addresses that second part. ]

I'm very lucky. [ of course, it also means he has a lot of people to lose, but he's trying very hard not to focus on that. ]

You are. [A nod.] It hardly changes when something hurts, but it is... good to know that there are people you can fall back on, if anything ever seems too much.

[He smiles a bit, tentative.]

Miss Carter is certainly someone I've grown glad to have, both here and at home. And it's lovely to have met Mr. Rogers and the others. Everyone, really.

But I'm a bit homesick, I'll admit. I've never been separated this long from my wife.

[ there's more than a pinch of guilt at that. he never really asked jarvis about his life. ]

What's her name? [ he and kitty have yet to celebrate their first anniversary and he would still be devastated to be separated from her, even if he knew she was sent to safety back in national city. now he's hurting for jarvis, too. ]

Her name is Ana. She's quite a character, very kind, and quite funny.

[He's never really fallen out of the lovebirds stage, and that might not really ever change. She's one of the few people who have ever made him so happy, after all.]

... and she never fails to try and embarrass me, so I suppose I should be glad that she's not here to make me turn red at a moment's notice.

[ that does get a little smile because how can he not? ]

Sounds like she'd get along with Kitty. [ because making him blush is a particular hobby of hers, too. ] Probably too well for our own good.

[His eyes widen comically at the thought.]

Miss Pryde and Ana together? Conspiring?

...

It would be the end of us all.

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But what a way to go.

[ fondly. hey, he's nearly died like 5 times in the fleet, and did countless other dangerous things that could've easily turned into another near-death experience. none of them have been anywhere near this pleasant. ]

[He smiles regardless, himself.]

The Atroma would be overwhelmed and defeated by the sheer power of their plotting, I think. That, or they would make a considerable amount of credits. [He turns the ring on his finger absently, though despite him missing her terribly, he's in a decent mood.] Miss Pryde and yourself — did you meet here?

[ he and kitty already make obscene amounts of credits sometimes, but that's really not a subject he wants to open up.

he nods at the question. ]

She's the first person I met here.

The first!

And she ended up sweeping you off your feet.

Didn't even have to try. [ fondly. but of course she does, she always tries for him. ]

That's wonderful.

[He is genuine when he says it. It's always good to see young couples, to see the potential right in front of him. And though he knows there's a quiet but no less unknown danger — of one of them parting from each other — he knows there is always that great fear. It is the same fear that has depressed Winn this week.]

I may complain from time to time, but I can see the good things that happen here in this fleet. I think it's wonderful, the connections made here. I admit, I'm not particularly used to having so much company; I daresay I've made quite a list of friends.

[He smiles a little. Since leaving Britain, he's... admittedly avoided making new connections. There are people like Chief Sousa, who is certainly nice when Jarvis isn't a suspect of a crime, but more often than not he ends up around Thompsons. Sigh.]

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[ winn feels the same - his whole life he never had as many or as good friends as he's made here. people notice when he's down, and they care, they try for him. he's had a pizza party, a late thanksgiving and a birthday party thrown for him, all in the same year. people want him to open up, want him to share, they want to listen to him nerding out, and even do it with him.

if it weren't for the augments, the fact that they're here against their will, and the disappearances - this would be heaven. ]

It's the best kind of surreal.

Indeed it is.

[And he's at ease and contented at the prospect, himself.]

Ah — the coffee. Just a moment, then.

[He moves to retrieve and pour it.]

Surreal, though, yes — surreal is meeting people who are sixty years ahead in the future. I'm often struck awed by the whole concept.

[ he nods as he listens. ]

It's pretty surprising how not shocking Jim is. [ considering how futuristic he is. guess 2016 gave him a solid foundation. ]

Oh, yes, Captain Kirk. Yet another person who needs copious amounts of coffee.

I am sensing a pattern.

We're the SS Supercalifragilisticexpiali-jumbo cup.

.... Mr. Schott, I'm from 1947.

[He's already assuming you're doing a pop culture reference beyond his time.]

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