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Dumpster World Mingle

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Always possible one will sneak in
Action: TRASH PLANET! aka The Baruut System
When: October 2018

[When life gives you garbage, make projects of varying scopes and sizes! Site see in the lovely trash-covered vistas. Make a racing pod thing or go gambling. And remember the first rule of arena fighting is... not the face? Actually, I'm not sure if there are rules, but you can talk about it. It's pretty public anyway.

Enjoy your landfill of a system!]

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Well I mean like - personality-wise, they can't control it. Like becoming an entirely different person. Too bad there ain't any movies on the network to show you, 'cuz it's easier to show it then explain it. But that makes more sense then the shit they've got us believing.

[why ignore, come on, stop being so proper]

. . . sure, yeah, tea. Fine. This time.

[Civility holds the fabric of society together, Ben.]

How about a shower first, and then you can join me on the Blameless?

[Because, no offense, you really reek.]

. . . I don't gotta show up dressed all fancy, do I?

[he'll shower but he's still dressing like himself, it's hobo-chic, okay]

We haven't had the pleasure of hosting high tea yet, so no, that won't be necessary.

[Although he might suggest it to Biffy... that would be something to keep his Lord occupied and happy, and maybe someone could bake for it too.

He will still judge your style, though. One thing he can find fault with in the future is how... unflattering men's fashion can be.]

As long as you take care of the smell. It really is quite bad.

Right . . .

[he grumbles and runs a hand through his hair, huffing] All right, I get it, I stink. I'll go shower and meet you on your damn ship.

Excellent. I shall see you there, then.

[A small nod, and he'll leave the place to have himself beamed back up too, there's only so much stench he can take.]

[WOW IT WASN'T THAT BAD GEEZ

(no it really was that bad he was at it all morning)

But whatever, he showers and gets cleaned and puts on fresh clothes - minus the jacket, ugh, he has to leave that behind - and heads on over once he's finished, looking for all the world like he does not want to be there. A far cry from the angry guy starting fights down on the planet]

[The kitchen of the Blameless is rather... unlike what you'd expect from a spaceship kitchen. It's well organized, there are racks for tea and spices, the china looks like it is actual china, and there are even tablecloths and doilies.

And on the table there is a tea set that would not look out of place in a Victorian England home.]

Welcome. What would you like? We have a rather large selection.

[have you ever walked into somewhere and got the distinct feeling you absolutely don't belong? Yeah, Ben's got that feeling right now]

Uh - I dunno, whatever. Surprise me, I guess?

[It's perfectly normal to have a Victorian tea salon on a spaceship, Ben.

Lyall will select the closest thing they have to a black Chinese tea and brew it in the pot, then bring it to the table to pour.]

There is cream and sugar here, if you'd like.

[Since you mentioned sugar earlier.]

And I am not quite sure what we could offer to eat with it, but I could find out.

[there is nothing normal about that at all, but he is not going to say that and be rude. Look, he's putting in effort and everything]

Thanks. Uh - don't worry about me, I'm not, er, I don't have much of an appetite. Ate before I decided to make an asshole of myself all over the planet.

Alright. I cannot eat such things myself so I am not quite sure what we have, but the offer is here.

[He's going to just take a sip of his tea.]

Would it be indiscreet to ask why you, ah, 'decided you make an asshole of yourself all over the planet'?

[he snorts at Lyall repeating what he said and picks up his own tea, peering into it before he just takes a sip of it without adding anything to it first.

Huh, not bad]

Do you want the discrete answer, the deflecting answer, or the brutally honest answer?

Well, I guess it depends on which one you feel like giving me.

[He can deal with brutally honest, really.]

What would make you feel better?

[let's be real, Ben usually goes for brutally honest, though there's always some deflecting/discretion in it anyway. He doesn't really hide that he's a mess of a person]

Nothing really makes me feel better.

But making an asshole out of myself gets me a fight, and a fight lets me work out all the fucking shit stirring in my head, and then I'm not as angry. [a shrug as he takes another sip of tea] I don't handle - uh, a lot of shit well. So fighting it out is like, my answer to other people's drinking themselves unconscious.

It's a quite common way to deal with it. Believe me, I would know.

[Normally, Lyall never does it because he hates fighting. The glitch was enough to make him break character on it and go pummel someone in the Arena just to get it out of his system.]

Not very civilized, but there is good reason why humans do that. Is it indiscreet to ask what it was you were trying to, uh, not deal with?

[his nose wrinkles a little. It's hard to explain in a way that doesn't make him sound crazy, and usually he doesn't really . . . care. But Lyall hasn't really done anything to make him act like a jackass, so he's - trying. And that makes him care just a little bit more.

Ugh. He drums his fingers against the table, a nervous gesture]

Do you want the definitive list or the short version? I'm not - [he winces a little] - all it takes is one thing, could be something stupidly insignificant, and it'll remind me of something and that'll set me off. Usually I can brush it off, this time I couldn't.

Worked a case a few weeks before I got grabbed here, the back of the place was a mess - like, their whole lot was just full of discarded shit like this place. Got reminded of that, not a great memory, so - [he gestures] Instead of freaking out in my room, I went and started some fights.

.... Ah.

[Bad memories. He can relate a lot more than he expected, actually. So no, it doesn't sound crazy.

Normally Lyall wouldn't share this either, but to hell with it, they're already in uncomfortable soul-baring territory anyway.]

I suffered my first augment glitch not long ago. It.... brought me back to a time that I have spent the last thirty years trying to make sure no one would find out about.

I am not proud of it, because I do not deal with it that way normally, but I did go looking for a fight to clear my head. I want to the arena, though.

[Pointed look.]

[for a very, very brief moment Ben looks horrified at the thought of a glitch doing that. It's a look that's there and gone and he makes sure it's gone by hiding his expresion behind his tea. Which he downs the rest in one drink, because now he feels kind of twitchy-nervous]

That fuckin' sucks. [it's half-muttered into the glass] Got no fuckin' right doing shit like that. At least you get it, sort of.

[he puts down the glass and rubs at his face] Yeah, all right, I'll pick fights in the arena from now on. Geez.

It was rather disturbing especially because it happened totally at unawares and with no warning.

But yes, I do... get it, as you say. And of course one has to find ways to deal. I can assure you, fighting in the arena is just as satisfying and there are much fewer risks of ending in a dustbin.

You mentioned a case, though. Whatis it that you do exactly?

No warning at all - yeah, I got a glitch, but it wasn't - anything like that. Nothing that serious. [he would just shock people and his arm would turn off, nothing traumatic. God, what the shit]

You know I didn't end up in the dumpster every time. [he needs to establish this important fact. He grumbles] I'm a private investigator. Where I'm from it's a little more involved, so it's like - more of a freelancing cop. I take cases from people directly or I'll pick up cases from the police that'll sit around for weeks otherwise.

Usually they're little things. Sometimes it starts off as nothing and I end up walking into a disaster. Kinda like the uh, the one I mentioned.

I see. Then I guess we are colleagues of sorts. I was the second-in-command at the Bureau of Unnatural Registry, the entity that investigates crimes against and by supernaturals.

[Well, it wasn't private but government-sanctioned, but it was still investigative work.]

So like, supernatural cops who police their own kind.

[that sounds . . . he doesn't know. Like humans being lazy to him, but he's also like, done with humanity on a daily basis] I was an actual cop too, so - yeah, colleagues.

Exactly.

[Mostly, it's efficient. Have you tried being human and running to try and catch a vampire or a werewolf?]

Well, that was more than twenty years ago. I was on military duty after that, and I was relieved of my position while away since it needed to be filled.

Twenty years ago. [he is not going to comment on someone else looking young when he gets shit for it all the time] How old are you?

[a snort] You did everything reverse to me. Military service first, then cop, then the PI stuff. Didn't get relieved of nothin', though. Discharged, then quit.

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