ginger_firebird (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ginger_firebird) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
driftfleet2017-09-25 08:45 pm
ginger_firebird) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-25 08:45 pm
Entry tags:
But too much is falling in mine
Who: Mantis and You
Broadcast: Yes
He's wandering around looking like a specter of days long past with a bag on his back filled with liquid forget-me-nots fit for anyone willing to try hard enough. Mantis isn't one to wallow very often, but some things are just too much all at once. His tall figure cuts through crowds quietly as he stretches his legs, pausing here and there to have a seat and sigh heavily to himself. Once in a while he starts to hum a little snippet of song, a mournful little melody that resounds through the confines of the mask.
Eventually, he makes his way to head back to his own ship, but he'll pause here and there just to wander among the many distractions available to him.
Bishop (Dining Area) - Broadcast
There are five candles set up. They're the short votive sort made of a milky white wax and he's arranged them in a kind of loose circle on a simple plate. There's a cup in the center of the circle, and he's pouring out a drink into it from what he was promised would be a slightly higher shelf brand of alcohol. You have to do some things right, or else not bother.
With the cup nearly full, he caps the bottle loosely and pinches the wicks of each candle between his fingertips. There's no immediate source of the fire, but he manages to light them all very carefully before sitting back in his chair. It's he spreads his arms out, turning his head to look at the other empty seats at the table before him.
The bottle doesn't stay closed for long and he takes it up to have a long sip at the drink before closing it properly. At last, he looks directly at the feed.
"I'm a monster by many measures, not heartless. The best way to fight the feelings of misery is in the company of others or a bottle of something strong."
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Space Station / Bishop
When: Today
Sapce Station - ActionWhen: Today
He's wandering around looking like a specter of days long past with a bag on his back filled with liquid forget-me-nots fit for anyone willing to try hard enough. Mantis isn't one to wallow very often, but some things are just too much all at once. His tall figure cuts through crowds quietly as he stretches his legs, pausing here and there to have a seat and sigh heavily to himself. Once in a while he starts to hum a little snippet of song, a mournful little melody that resounds through the confines of the mask.
Eventually, he makes his way to head back to his own ship, but he'll pause here and there just to wander among the many distractions available to him.
Bishop (Dining Area) - Broadcast
There are five candles set up. They're the short votive sort made of a milky white wax and he's arranged them in a kind of loose circle on a simple plate. There's a cup in the center of the circle, and he's pouring out a drink into it from what he was promised would be a slightly higher shelf brand of alcohol. You have to do some things right, or else not bother.
With the cup nearly full, he caps the bottle loosely and pinches the wicks of each candle between his fingertips. There's no immediate source of the fire, but he manages to light them all very carefully before sitting back in his chair. It's he spreads his arms out, turning his head to look at the other empty seats at the table before him.
The bottle doesn't stay closed for long and he takes it up to have a long sip at the drink before closing it properly. At last, he looks directly at the feed.
"I'm a monster by many measures, not heartless. The best way to fight the feelings of misery is in the company of others or a bottle of something strong."
broadcast - audio
Not hard to guess who it might be for.]
Does indulging in both help alleviate that misery any faster?
no subject
He lets out a breathy and mirthless laugh.]
Drinks always taste better when someone else helps you finish the bottle.
no subject
no subject
voice -> action
Matthew Murdock. Only been here a couple weeks.
action
There you are. I met a man who's physical condition became like yours a long time ago. Unlike him, you have the confidence of someone who has lived for years like that.
[He taps the table with his palm. There's a bit of shuffling around as he gets up to get a couple of glasses.]
Come. We can have a drink in the hope of your continued good health and then get back to everyone else.
action
action
My name is Psycho Mantis, but most settle on the second half. [He raises his glass.] To the stubbornness of all who fight through tragedy.
action
or like
a pro wrestler] I'll drink to that. [Matt lifts his glass as well, taking a decent swig.] ...I heard some of the uh, the natives conducting memorial services on the station. Somber stuff.
action
It's strange to me. I've never seen a planet mourned before. People, of course, but there's something profound in a planet being honored like that.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
People. All of...four. Five if one is generous about how they choose to trust people. [He lets out a breathy laugh.] My last coworkers and a mangy cat who shows up just to cause trouble for everyone else.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Matt politely pushes his chair back.] I won't take up any more of your time or your liquor, but I appreciate the company.
no subject
no subject
no subject