Eleventh Blight

[bryces_pup]

Who: Riona and you folk
Broadcast: A very brief one
Action: On the Blue Fish. At your own risk
When: After everyone's back on their ships


[Emotionally wrought from the calibrations, Riona sets out to find Leliana and unload a bit. Between what everyone saw of her, and what she saw in others' minds, her head's spinning and she's not sure where to go with it all. There's so much to process and sort through, and her best friend's always been good for that.

But Riona can't find her anywhere. Even Kiter aids in the search as they tear through the hauntingly empty ship, but when they come up with nothing, she finally tries her room. And it's empty.]

No. No no no...

[She pulls out her communicator and looks for her in the directory. Her name's missing, like she'd never been there. First Beverly, then the Starks, and now Leliana.

Riona's officially hit her breaking point.

She screams, agony and rage all coiled into one verbal assault. Kiter runs for the hills (or probably the cargo bay to hide) as Riona pounds her fist against the wall. Obscenities and pleas are hurled as she stumbles to her room, not bothering to stop the tears and the sobs that follow behind. She slams her bedroom door behind her and collapses onto her bed.]



[What seems like an age later, she finally regains enough control of her emotions to send out one text to the fleet.]

To those who knew her, Leliana has gone home.

[That's all she sends. It's all that's needed. And with that heavy burden done with, Riona breaks out that champagne and the rest of her alcohol stash. She's been crying so much that the alcohol is mixed with salt from her tears. Vaguely she realizes she shouldn't be doing this, not when she's still so upset, but she doesn't care. What's the worst than can happen? Frankly, at this point, she doesn't care. She just wants it to stop, and that's gonna be found at the bottom of a bottle.

Those on the ship or who want to stop by can approach her, though don't expect a sunny welcome. Bringing booze might help gain entry.]

Comments

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[tallasaking]

Where are you?

[bryces_pup]

in my room on the blue fish

[tallasaking]

I am coming over there.

[bryces_pup]

ok. bring some wine, if youre inclined

[tallasaking]

Okay, how many bottles?

[bryces_pup]

however many you're willing to spare

[tallasaking]

I'll just pack a bag then.

[bryces_pup]

might be a good idea. i'm in my room on the blue fish, for when you arrive

Action

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion arrived twenty minutes later, bottles in a basket along with some food to soak up some of the liquor. He tapped on the door and waited, his crooked face taking on an expression of tight worry as he waited for Riona to answer.]

[bryces_pup]

[On his side of things, Tyrion may hear the sound of bottles clinking together. A moment later, the door opens, and Riona pokes her head out.]

Hello.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion lifted his chin up, his mis-matched eyes flashing concern.]

Hello ....

[bryces_pup]

Sorry. A shade inebriated, and my manners are the first thing to go.

[Riona steps back to let Tyrion in.]

You certainly came prepared.

[tallasaking]

Well, I cannot say I blame you.

[He smirked faintly.]

You said to bring everything. So it has been brought.

[bryces_pup]

Thank you. [She shuts the door behind him, and gestures to his bed.] And I'll continue to be a shitty host and have no decent seats besides my bed. And the floor. Pick whatever suits your fancy. [For her part, she plops herself unceremoniously onto the floor.]

[tallasaking]

[He hands her a fresh bottle, and takes his place on the bed. It's easier on the knees, after all.]

I would like to remind you that the position of depressed drunkard is still held by me.

[bryces_pup]

I'm commandeering it for tonight, I'm afraid. [Riona offers him thanks for the bottle, popping it open and taking a swig. She offers it in turn to him.] Or perhaps we could share it. Dual depressed drunkards downing drinks in dismay.

[tallasaking]

Now that is a clever tongue twister - and no - I am good with being mostly sober. [He does take the bottle though, and swigs appropriately before handing it over.]

[bryces_pup]

Inebriation brings out my suppressed literary genius. [Even as Riona says that she laughs.] Ah, I couldn't finish that with a straight face.

[She leans her head back against the bed, her smile falling.]

I really hate this. They didn't just take Leli. They took most of our ship. There's five of us left, out of nearly a dozen. [And that number would drop to three in due time.]

[tallasaking]

Well that is definitely is what I wanted to hear. We should definitely get you to drink more then pump out a novel. [He stated with a completely straight face.]

...I know. And you know, if you need to go anywhere, please. Come to us.

[bryces_pup]

...all I have to say about that is, if it's anything less than a ridiculous bodice-ripper, I want no part in it.

[She huffs out a laugh, though it's half-hearted. It's easier to joke about that than confront what's going on with her, but she knows she has to.]

Thank you. I'm just... honestly, I'm afraid I'm going to wake up alone one day on the ship. And I know I could transfer, but then, I don't know what would happen to the ship. It's become home here in the fleet.

[tallasaking]

Of course there is. Fake plastic sexual dolls.

[He smirks in kind, his eyebrows waggling.]

That is impossible. You are going to be here for me, all the time.

[bryces_pup]

Oh Maker preserve me. Am I never to be free of those?

[She takes another drink from the bottle, wiping her lips with the back of her hand before offering it to Tyrion.]

Ah, but what if you're gone, too?

[tallasaking]

Only if we go and destroy the factory whence they are made.

[He takes it back from her, and takes a more judicious sip.]

They are never going to let me go, Riona.

[bryces_pup]

Atroma wouldn't be that nice, either, so I suppose I'm doomed.

[If only one stop could be to that poor planet or station that had said factory. But it's a wet dream, at best.]

You've been here longer than I have, so I can understand feeling like that. I certainly do.

[tallasaking]

My dear, we are all about being a little doomed here.

[He looks over at her, a half a smile on his lips.]

You see that, if we are doomed then we're going to be all right.