⚝ video 001;

[rednecking]

Who: Sawyer and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Heron, if you want
When: now

So do ya'll do that every month, or did I get lucky missin' out on all the fun? [you can practically hear the air quotes around "fun"]

Anyway, call it curiosity or boredom if you want, but has anyone else done this song and dance before? I'm talkin' about the gettin' dragged to other worlds nonsense, but if any of ya'll come from a world with space travel, humor and me and tell me about that, too. I'll even give points out for someone who manages to surprise me with somethin' new.

[he pauses before he ends the video]

Hell, why not - if Oceanic Flight 815 means anything to you, come on down and let's chat.

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[rednecking]

[if we're being entirely honest, sitting down to eat and have normal conversation is territory that hasn't been charted in a while for him. But he's incredibly glad she goes further on the aunt and uncle part and not the part he couldn't get out]

I hear ya there. I'd much rather spoil and give 'em back then deal with the whole bucket of responsibility parenting calls for. [the kids would be better off, too] Oh yeah? Like what?

[he hums a little, shoving a piece of meat in his mouth and chewing before answering] More than just words and tone. It's the whole deal - expression, body language, hell, even the clothes. 'Sides, negotiators don't always deal with that stuff face-to-face. Dunno about treaties so much. [he's a pro at it, and he doesn't mind talking about it in a shop sort of way] All kinds of adventures. We're traveling through space, I'm pretty sure that qualifies as adventurin' no matter what.

[hey don't laugh, it's legit]

Beats me, I'm the kind that bucks traditions. [but he at least knows not to open a door without knocking] Ha ha, you're funny. Only thing I'll get popular at as being the fleet's local asshole. Callin' it now.

[its almost like he wants the title]

[torsion]

[ Jill's not the sort of person to get confrontational on a subject like that or dwell on making others (or herself) uncomfortable, so it's a relief that they both brush it aside. ]

There's this thing people do sometimes called "adoption," you know? [ Although it's likely the concept might not exist, when she really thinks about it. Still, she has a sarcastic edge to it. ] Hey, that's actually something I do know about. Don't a bit of my own fair share of it, but I'm better at -- [ She is legitimately doing finger guns right now, one eye closed as she pretends to shoot at the wall. ] -- that sort of thing. I diffuse bombs, not situations.

[ It's an interesting tidbit about her that she hasn't spoken about so far. She's actually one of the best when it came to explosive disposal, though she'd never really brag about that or any of her particular skills. ]

You're talkin' to a woman that barely clocks in at five-five who was in the army and shoots monsters for a living -- and doesn't have short spiky hair. Tradition isn't exactly my forte, either. [ If she wasn't dressed as she was, wasn't in the kind of shape she was, and put on a little make-up she might pass for normal. Maybe. ] That so? You seem pretty okay to me. Hopefully you don't take that as an invite to be a dick, kinda like the little exchange we've got going on as-is.

[ She's not shy about it, but it's still weird to admit you actually enjoy someone's company. Especially when you've only known one another a day. ]

[rednecking]

Got a record, they wouldn't let me adopt. 'Sides, I ain't raising a brat on my own. [he's pretty sure that's how it works, at least - went to jail for shit? No kids for you. Or at least, until the record be expunged and even then, he doubts he'd bother with.

He snorts when she does the finger guns, grin returning] Diffusing situations is for calmer folk. I'm better at causin' them or distracting people during 'em. [he isn't at all surprised she's good at that stuff, though - that's the impression he's gotten so far]

I didn't know short, spiky hair was a requirement. [he says, the lying liar, he knows it's a popular trope in movies] That's 'cuz you haven't caught me at a bad time. I have my moments - there's a guy on the Fleet here who knows me, he'll tell ya how much of an ass I am.

[torsion]

Ah, right. That's a thing, isn't it? [ She isn't sure if that's the case, especially if you've a spouse. She doesn't touch on the second part since she doesn't know how he feels about it. If there's any kind of regrets or hurt feelings there, she doesn't want to poke and prod the wound. ] Ha, well, I can't say I'm not good at both but there are definitely people I know who are better at either of them than I am, too.

[ She is perfectly aware she's a bit of a dork, but she's not unhappy the way she is. ]

Hey, I said stereotypes, I didn't say reality. Been quite a while since I was in the army and I was the only woman in Delta Force. Had short hair back then, though. Kind of soccer mom bob. I could pull it off back then, but now... [ Well, she'd just let her hair grow and this happened. Ponytails were easier and she didn't think she looked too great with short hair, anyway. ] Hm, is that really so? If it is, I hope you know I don't shy away from calling an ass like I see it.

[ She hasn't managed to get into any kind of tiffs yet, but she isn't the sort of person to back down from a fight. She quiets, though, to polish off her food. ]

[rednecking]

Sure is a thing. Who knew goin' to jail would mess up your life? [he lays on the sarcasm, but it's true. And you know, with the whole kid situation . . . he's leaving out the fact that he actually has one, somewhere. But he's had a hard team considering the kid as "his", since . . . well, he's terrible at that shit. Better not to ever mention it] Hah, I hear ya. I know people better'n me at that stuff, too. Which is why I stick to what I'm good at.

[she's absolutely a dork, but it's endearing in a way]

Never really understood that stereotype. All the women I know who can kick my ass have long hair like you do. [he's pretty sure the stereotype is outdated by now anyway, but who knows anymore. He's out of touch with what's "in"] By all meeans, no one else is shy 'bout it either. I'm used to it.

[torsion]

...sorry. [ She makes it pretty obvious that she's dropping it from there, it makes her feel pretty shitty but she knows it's a subject she should've avoided to begin with. She finishes her plate, but not quite ready to get up and wash it off to the best of her ability with another search-and-find act for soap. ] Guess we're the same in that respect. New things can be interesting, but I'd rather hone the abilities I do have.

[ She straightens in her seat, the rigidity comforting in the same way it feels good when you stand up and stretch. ]

Well, part of it is that long hair is restricting. You actually don't see a lot of women in combat with long hair, especially with much of a fringe. [ That's part of why hers is at the side like it is. ] It's just more about it getting in the way, although there's not a lot of physical combat like what I get into these days, it's mostly from a distance and hand-to-hand isn't the same, either. But it's been about twenty years since I've been in training so... [ What she's saying is she's not in the loop. Just like men, it's probably all about preference. ] Well, you're fine so far. Not gonna go calling you an ass for no reason. If that's what you're into, that's all well and fine, I don't judge.