05 ☼

[deviances]

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. ]

Comments

[moseyin]

You all run into a ghost town before this? [Cloud is still a newbie, though honestly it feels like he's been here forever. Home has been such a god damn whirlwind of crap that a few months of just drifting around speckled with the occasional crisis is practically a vacation.]

[deviances]

[ He knocks back the last of what's in his glass, while he makes the universal "eehhh" symbol with his free hand. ]

Not exactly. Completely empty planet - one of the singin' planets, even. Real small, nothin' goin' on, except there was a crashed host ship. Y'know, kinda like the Marsiva? One of those.

[moseyin]

Singing planets... [Like how Aerith was freaking out on the planet with the cannibals? Like that?

Cloud leans forward to pour Eithan some more, because apparently he wants him to die.] Spooky.

[deviances]

[ Thanks, buddy! What's a third death? Nothin'. Especially when booze-induced. Cheers. ]

Right? It was sendin' out a distress signal too. And once we got it translated? Man, it was weird. [ He makes a face. ] Shit always gets weirder than usual when we hit singin' planets.

[moseyin]

The Planet was sending out a distress signal? [how much of this shit has he drank- oh wow that's a lot actually]

[deviances]

Nooo, nonono. The ship. On the planet. [ Have some handwaving here! ] Planets givin' distress signals'd be a new one, though.

[ A pause. He looks at his glass. ] ... Dude, I've got no idea how many I've had since I keep not hittin' the bottom. [ Snrk! ]

[moseyin]

Right. What's your tolerance like? [Cloud has been keeping...vague track of how much. Maybe he should pay a little more attention.]

[deviances]

Uhhh fine? Most...ly? Nothin' special, I guess? I mean, I'm not some fuckin' lightweight but...

[ Grand shrug??? And a wave of a hand~ ]

's fine. Totally.

[moseyin]

Honestly, spending most of the day totally blitzed sounds like a good idea, [Cloud confesses, pouring another drink for himself.] I'm so...damn sick of this place. -worst of all, I'm sick of how I'm not sick of it.

[deviances]

[ He considers that for a second, then nods, and takes another rather large swig of his drink. ]

No kiddin'. Noticin' yourself gettin' comfortable with this place is a special kind of bitter bullshit.

[moseyin]

Right? On the one hand, I don't ever wanna go back, but on the other... [Sighs and leans forward on his elbow.] 'Screw you for making me stay,' right?

[deviances]

Right. If I'm gonna leave where I'm from, it'd better be on my own terms. Not for the entertainment of some stupid... company or whatever.

[ He rests his chin in one hand, stares down into his drink. ]

So. Like. If there's truth to it and "winner" of Drift Fleet whatever show thing gets a trip to wherever the fuck they want. Where would you wanna go? Like what kind of place? Thought about it?

[moseyin]

Hell no. [MORE DRINK.] I don't want anything from them. Shit, at this point if they offered to hand me a way home, I'd punch their damn teeth in.

[deviances]

[ He grins at that, knocks back the last of his own drink. .... Maybe he won't fill it back up again just yet. Soon tho. ]

Fair enough. I'd blow 'em the fuck up and make my own way to wherever.

[moseyin]

Amen to that. [Leans forward to tap his glass against Eithan's, empty or not that deserves a fuckin' toast.]