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driftfleet2017-11-18 11:27 pm
selfhelp) wrote in driftfleet2017-11-18 11:27 pm
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Who: Billy Kaplan / OTA
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: After all the chaos is settled!
So… all of that was horrible? I think that goes without saying. The less we have of that kind of thing going forward, the better.
Tangentially, but the personnel augment is kind of useless, isn't it? We get an office but not much in the way of marketable skills, we can't do anything with the ships in the middle of a crisis, we're not here for any big damn hero moments. It’s great if we’ve got other skills for that, but we can’t fix stuff, we can’t pilot people out of danger, we can’t arm those who don’t have powers...
...okay, sorry, I'm rambling. Getting to the point! Truth is, personnel - counselling - is meant for the aftermath. Therapy, in other words. If it doesn't exist where you're from, it pretty much means someone whose job it is to listen to you, no judgments, and offer advice if they can. Sometimes it's enough to just have somebody hear you out.
Anyway, I wanted to say that I'm tired of, like… not contributing much. So I'm gonna have an open door policy. Doesn't matter if you're not on my ship, doesn't matter if I don't even know you. You can even use the comm anonymously if you don't like the idea of coming in person. You make the rules.
If you're wondering about my qualifications… well, I've got ears. That's the most important part. But I did also grow up with this stuff- Mom’s a psychologist, I've seen her work, I’ve read some of her books. And I’ve gone to therapy. Kind of a lot. It's not a substitute for the real thing, but it's what I can offer.
Oh, and for the record, this isn't meant to call out anyone with the personnel augment, or steal your shipmates, or anything! This is more of a call to action. If you want in on this we can set up some kind of network.
I’m setting up shop on the Iskaulit and I’m gonna post active hours there. Stop by if you want to talk more one-on-one about it.
[True to his word, Billy’s in a spare room in the Iskaulit - sign on the door - and is decorating the place, though it’s kind of barebones for the moment. He can magic it pretty, but the last few months have been exhausting, so he’s taking it slow.]
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: After all the chaos is settled!
So… all of that was horrible? I think that goes without saying. The less we have of that kind of thing going forward, the better.
Tangentially, but the personnel augment is kind of useless, isn't it? We get an office but not much in the way of marketable skills, we can't do anything with the ships in the middle of a crisis, we're not here for any big damn hero moments. It’s great if we’ve got other skills for that, but we can’t fix stuff, we can’t pilot people out of danger, we can’t arm those who don’t have powers...
...okay, sorry, I'm rambling. Getting to the point! Truth is, personnel - counselling - is meant for the aftermath. Therapy, in other words. If it doesn't exist where you're from, it pretty much means someone whose job it is to listen to you, no judgments, and offer advice if they can. Sometimes it's enough to just have somebody hear you out.
Anyway, I wanted to say that I'm tired of, like… not contributing much. So I'm gonna have an open door policy. Doesn't matter if you're not on my ship, doesn't matter if I don't even know you. You can even use the comm anonymously if you don't like the idea of coming in person. You make the rules.
If you're wondering about my qualifications… well, I've got ears. That's the most important part. But I did also grow up with this stuff- Mom’s a psychologist, I've seen her work, I’ve read some of her books. And I’ve gone to therapy. Kind of a lot. It's not a substitute for the real thing, but it's what I can offer.
Oh, and for the record, this isn't meant to call out anyone with the personnel augment, or steal your shipmates, or anything! This is more of a call to action. If you want in on this we can set up some kind of network.
I’m setting up shop on the Iskaulit and I’m gonna post active hours there. Stop by if you want to talk more one-on-one about it.
[True to his word, Billy’s in a spare room in the Iskaulit - sign on the door - and is decorating the place, though it’s kind of barebones for the moment. He can magic it pretty, but the last few months have been exhausting, so he’s taking it slow.]
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[kate how is he supposed to be sarcastically self-deprecating if you're going to take him seriously? ...okay, but to be fair to her, she's probably had enough of him saying stuff like that for real. even he finds it hard to tell when he's joking.
he tries to be joking.
with a huff-sigh he fetches a rag, attempting to clean the blue paint out of his hair. it doesn't help much- now it's just streaked.]
Okay, okay. Crises will probably be averted.
[it's said begrudgingly and is accompanied, a moment later, by a flick of paint in her direction. because he is a very mature adult and she just threw her weapon at him.]
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kate pulls a bobby pin out of her hair -- in a flash, she has it balanced on between her fingers like a little dart. ]
But the paint can down, Kaplan. No one has to get hurt.
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Miss Bishop, you started this fight. Think real hard on how you wanna finish it.
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he's got the fabric of reality at his fingertips and she's got a bobby pin. even so, she likes her chances -- if only because she's a cocky shit. win or lose, they're going to have fun. ]
Oh, but that's just it. I will finish it. I'm a finisher.
[ and she can do a lot of damage with a bobby pin. when kate does flick it, she doesn't flick it at billy. rather, she flicks it at the empty tin can she'd brought and gifted him. the goal, you see, is to knock the can off the desk and see the can fall into the paint bucket, splashing billy at about knee-height. pants be damned.
she doesn't miss. but that doesn't mean she succeeds, either. ]
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billy flails, his arms windmilling as he backpedals trying to avoid the splash of blue, but to no avail. his pants now have battle scars, and only magic can fix them. meanwhile he's so busy trying to keep his unbalanced foot from kicking the whole damn bucket over that he drops right down on his ass, the blue glow around him fading away.
goddammit, bishop. all the magic in the universe and he can't win against those eyes.]
Not a word, okay? Not one word.
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and, every now and then, it's good to remember how she'd earned her place on their once-upon-a-time team. how she's continued to earn her place in a world of powers and technology. ]
Here. [ she says one word when she offers him her hand. she wants to help him back onto his feet. ]
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[billy accepts the help with very little grumbling, fetching a couple of scrap rag from the desk and offering one out to her, using the other to try and save his pants. might have to be a magic-spell thing for later, she got him good.]
I'm supposed to be making this place look nicer, you know.
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[ she makes her argument with a sly grin -- dabbing at her face with the rag, trying to avoid dragging paint across her cheek. ]
Like breaking a bottle of champagne on a luxury liner. Only -- we're breaking a bottle of good memories, instead. Leaving a little bit of good vibes behind.