Eithan Paine (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2018-04-05 05:57 pm
deviances) wrote in driftfleet2018-04-05 05:57 pm
Entry tags:
05 ☼
Who: Eithan and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: SS Blue Fish, or a random planetside bar, if you so choose!
When: Right heckin' now.
☼ Waking Up → SS Blue Fish
[ He's been out for days - no movement, no sound, nothing. Just sleep. Or... something like that. Everything changes when he wakes up - and he wakes with a start, heart racing and mind reeling.
He remembers. A vast sea of stars - different from space. Walkable, breathable, wrong. He remembers names and faces of people he grew close to, and the way his reality began bleeding into others' because of it. He remembers running. Fighting. Struggling to survive, facing down horrors that shouldn't have been. He remembers the shop - remembers waking up in the back of it, being left to figure out what that meant and the changes that came with it. And... he remembers how that didn't hold a candle to the way it felt when the bladed hand of some shadowy creature slid so easily between his ribs, straight through--
It's too much.
So of course, the first thing out of his mouth is a very heartfelt: ]
Fuck...!
[ He wishes it was all just a nightmare, but he's pretty sure it wasn't.
Crewmates or visitors can find him in his room, or eventually he'll start wandering the halls, looking hella distracted and even paler than usual. Long story short: yeah, he's not okay. ]
☼ Network post → Text
Looks like it was my turn for Atroma to knock me out and give me memories or some shit. So that's awesome. Good times.
So to "celebrate" I'm gonna be hanging out in a bar on the planet, corner of 5th and Boulder streets. Can't miss it it's got the bright as hell red roof and the weird cactus neon sign thing out front. Seriously. It stands out.
I'd say drinks are on me but I mean drinks are free! Literally all of it. Anything we want. But hey if you really want I'll make it for you. For the hell of it. Anyway come hang out. Let's make it a party. Why not?
☼ Planetside bar
[ And yep, there he is, just like he said he'd be. He's already made himself a rather large drink, and he's sitting at the bar staring into it, as if the place wasn't completely empty around him and he really was just... in a bar, somewhere populated, where people hadn't died from radiation or what the hell ever. Doesn't help that this reminds him a lot of a certain other always-empty, always-restocking bar.
... Goddess, he really needs a distraction. Or to get wasted. One of the two. Feel free to catch him either just getting started, or already well on his way to drunk. ]
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: SS Blue Fish, or a random planetside bar, if you so choose!
When: Right heckin' now.
☼ Waking Up → SS Blue Fish
[ He's been out for days - no movement, no sound, nothing. Just sleep. Or... something like that. Everything changes when he wakes up - and he wakes with a start, heart racing and mind reeling.
He remembers. A vast sea of stars - different from space. Walkable, breathable, wrong. He remembers names and faces of people he grew close to, and the way his reality began bleeding into others' because of it. He remembers running. Fighting. Struggling to survive, facing down horrors that shouldn't have been. He remembers the shop - remembers waking up in the back of it, being left to figure out what that meant and the changes that came with it. And... he remembers how that didn't hold a candle to the way it felt when the bladed hand of some shadowy creature slid so easily between his ribs, straight through--
It's too much.
So of course, the first thing out of his mouth is a very heartfelt: ]
Fuck...!
[ He wishes it was all just a nightmare, but he's pretty sure it wasn't.
Crewmates or visitors can find him in his room, or eventually he'll start wandering the halls, looking hella distracted and even paler than usual. Long story short: yeah, he's not okay. ]
☼ Network post → Text
Looks like it was my turn for Atroma to knock me out and give me memories or some shit. So that's awesome. Good times.
So to "celebrate" I'm gonna be hanging out in a bar on the planet, corner of 5th and Boulder streets. Can't miss it it's got the bright as hell red roof and the weird cactus neon sign thing out front. Seriously. It stands out.
I'd say drinks are on me but I mean drinks are free! Literally all of it. Anything we want. But hey if you really want I'll make it for you. For the hell of it. Anyway come hang out. Let's make it a party. Why not?
☼ Planetside bar
[ And yep, there he is, just like he said he'd be. He's already made himself a rather large drink, and he's sitting at the bar staring into it, as if the place wasn't completely empty around him and he really was just... in a bar, somewhere populated, where people hadn't died from radiation or what the hell ever. Doesn't help that this reminds him a lot of a certain other always-empty, always-restocking bar.
... Goddess, he really needs a distraction. Or to get wasted. One of the two. Feel free to catch him either just getting started, or already well on his way to drunk. ]
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Oh. Awesome. Sounds like a Tuesday. Are we in danger too?
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[He shakes his head, watching- ready to move if Eithan needs any help. ]
This time, we're in the clear. All the awful stuff already happened.
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On the one hand, I'm glad we're okay. But on the other... geez, all the people who lived here, huh? ... Let me guess, more terraformin'? Or some weird disease?
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[Sokka gives him a more than slightly sardonic thumbs-up. ]
Adding in with some replicator crap and yeah, it gets pretty nasty pretty fast.
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Eesh. Yeah, that sounds... not great.
... Wait, replicator - that were all the stuff's comin' from? And maybe why the food tastes kinda off a little bit? [ Beat. ] Do I need to toss out all the food I took?
[ 'Cause it's a lot so far. Just sayin'. It's weird but it still tastes better than gels and stockpiling has become a habit for him these days. ]
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... Maybe I'll just nab a pack or three of cigarettes and call it good. That feels less... ... scavenger-y.
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I think that's probably a safe bet. Thor's got the whole scavenging thing down anyway.