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driftfleet2019-03-05 10:01 pm
brooklyn_boy) wrote in driftfleet2019-03-05 10:01 pm
Action | Who needs a gosh dang drink??
Who: Steve and everyone else who just needs to get drunk. One closed to existing CR
Broadcast: No
Action: The Iskaulit/Space Bar
When: Post Calibrations/Bombing the eff out of Marsiva
[OPEN]
Tony would probably be proud of Steve, if he were able to see him right now. He'd slap his back and welcome him back to the world of inebriation while ordering shots for everyone in the bar to commemorate the day. As it is, though, Tony isn't here and, without him, there's not a damn person who would feel proud in this entire bar. That's part of it's charm.
Steve sighs and swallows his fourth drink. It's strong and alien and somehow enough to give him a strong buzz but not enough to really get him drunk. Not yet, at least. But he's not a quitter, so bottom's up! He hisses a little at the burn of it and feels, not for the first time, like he was being a coward. He saw some stuff in those rooms, sure. But other people had it so much worse. Saw so much more. He should really be thankful, actually.
But he's not. And this is a 30's approved way of getting over trauma. There were worse ways of coping, he was sure. So for now he's just going to stay in his seat and keep ordering drinks until that elusive drunken state hits him once more.
Should only take another hour or three.
[CLOSED TO EXISTING CR]
No one could blame Steve for starting. He'd messaged his friends about fifteen minutes ago, telling them to meet him at the bar for some drinks. But just sitting here, waiting? It was done better with a drink in hand to look social, at least. And it's not like that one is going to be his last. No, after Calibrations he can imagine himself coming over here quite often. He can imagine all of them coming here quite often, in fact. But maybe tonight (today? Space was hard to judge) would help take some of the sting off. Or at least some of the awkwardness.
But it wasn't as though they <i>chose</i> to share all of that. Loki, Steve is sure, would have preferred to keep his death to himself. And Thor? I am sure half of those memories were things he'd rather not have replayed over and over again. And <i>Hux</i>. God... That was just what Steve knew of. Who knew what other people had put his friends through? What they'd been through themselves?
Steve preemptively orders another drink for whoever shows up first. Whoever it was, he's sure they won't say no. Not now.
First round is on him.
Broadcast: No
Action: The Iskaulit/Space Bar
When: Post Calibrations/Bombing the eff out of Marsiva
[OPEN]
Tony would probably be proud of Steve, if he were able to see him right now. He'd slap his back and welcome him back to the world of inebriation while ordering shots for everyone in the bar to commemorate the day. As it is, though, Tony isn't here and, without him, there's not a damn person who would feel proud in this entire bar. That's part of it's charm.
Steve sighs and swallows his fourth drink. It's strong and alien and somehow enough to give him a strong buzz but not enough to really get him drunk. Not yet, at least. But he's not a quitter, so bottom's up! He hisses a little at the burn of it and feels, not for the first time, like he was being a coward. He saw some stuff in those rooms, sure. But other people had it so much worse. Saw so much more. He should really be thankful, actually.
But he's not. And this is a 30's approved way of getting over trauma. There were worse ways of coping, he was sure. So for now he's just going to stay in his seat and keep ordering drinks until that elusive drunken state hits him once more.
Should only take another hour or three.
[CLOSED TO EXISTING CR]
No one could blame Steve for starting. He'd messaged his friends about fifteen minutes ago, telling them to meet him at the bar for some drinks. But just sitting here, waiting? It was done better with a drink in hand to look social, at least. And it's not like that one is going to be his last. No, after Calibrations he can imagine himself coming over here quite often. He can imagine all of them coming here quite often, in fact. But maybe tonight (today? Space was hard to judge) would help take some of the sting off. Or at least some of the awkwardness.
But it wasn't as though they <i>chose</i> to share all of that. Loki, Steve is sure, would have preferred to keep his death to himself. And Thor? I am sure half of those memories were things he'd rather not have replayed over and over again. And <i>Hux</i>. God... That was just what Steve knew of. Who knew what other people had put his friends through? What they'd been through themselves?
Steve preemptively orders another drink for whoever shows up first. Whoever it was, he's sure they won't say no. Not now.
First round is on him.
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Even so, my best friend got a variant of it, so he's pretty much the same as me.
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[he knows enough scientists to know they write down everything. He is a bit of one himself and he does.
Maybe he should be more concerned about the fact that some guy tried to augment humans, but he's not.]
The last scientists we caught experimenting on supernaturals were kind enough to document everything, which was of course very useful for prosecution. Was this experiment sanctioned?
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The thing about the serum is that it could be used to make an army the likes of which this world had never seen before. In the wrong hands...
Well. My best friend was the victim of it being in the wrong hands. It gets ugly real quick.
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[But you're right about it getting ugly real quick, Steve.]
Although sometimes our own are not much better. We recently had a spot of bother with an American werewolf in London recently.
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That sounds like a story...
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This one arrived in London and apparently wanted to challenge my Alpha, which is all well and good. These things happen when two Alpha werewolves are int he same vicinity. But instead of simply sending a calling card, he just... built a small cult of human followers and then had them leave babies on our doorstep, for some strange reason. And called it a blood tithe.
[And they ended up with three babies in the house before they figured it out.]
Now I have to confess to never having visited the Americas myself, but last I heard, sacrificing babies to either vampires or werewolves was not an usual custom of the land. That was, quite frankly, rather unnecessarily dramatic.
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[Steve looks every bit as horrified as he is. How does someone just drop babies off at someone's house as a sacrifice? Who could do that to a child?]
What did you do with them? Clearly their parents weren't capable of taking care of them if they just handed them over. [Steve thinks it goes without saying that it's not an American custom. But then again, he doesn't live in a werewolf universe, so maybe there it is?
God, he hopes not.]
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Once the other Alpha werewolf was defeated [He means killed], we could actually reunite two of the children with their families. They had just been convinced by that man's sermon that it was a necessary sacrifice. But one of them turned out to be an orphan, and my lord decided to adopt him. So he still lives with us. He's only about two years old at the moment.
And of course we told our neighbors that werewolves do not eat babies, or even people in general, and that if they wanted to give us anything, vegetables from their garden was just fine. We have been getting a lot of courgettes lately.
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[Steve hasn't seen many children around. It's possible that they've been separated from him, here. The idea of that is painful for Steve to imagine so he can only guess what Lyall would feel.]
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My Lord and I sleep during the day, which would make us entrust him to someone else during the day as well.
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[And the larger question...]
Are you going to make him a werewolf, some day?
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[The larger question is .... not actually that large where they are from.]
Only if he wants to. Becoming a werewolf is an entirely voluntary choice. There is such a high casualty rate from the change that anyone who undergoes it should be allowed to weigh the pros and cons and decide whether they want to attempt it. It is just not done to change people against their will. We are not barbarians.
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Wait. Changing into a werewolf can kill you? That's a steep price to pay.
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And because of this, actually dying during the change is quite frequent, and that is why people have to ask for it. No one is ever turned without their express consent. And of course the pack has to agree to it as well.
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