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driftfleet2015-05-15 11:59 pm
delincuente) wrote in driftfleet2015-05-15 11:59 pm
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☮ 002. ((audio))
Who: Alex Russo and you
Broadcast: Most definitely fleet-wide!
Action: SS Paisley
When: Saturday night
[Just before midnight on Saturday, the network picks up what may or may not be a familiar sound - the click of a cassette tape 'PLAY' button, a couple seconds of bumpy white noise, and then -
This very fitting song, in its marvelous entirety.
Oh, the things you find in a novelty shop on a foreign star system. Alex is eternally grateful, even if the fleet at large isn't. And when has she not found joy in driving people mad?]
Broadcast: Most definitely fleet-wide!
Action: SS Paisley
When: Saturday night
[Just before midnight on Saturday, the network picks up what may or may not be a familiar sound - the click of a cassette tape 'PLAY' button, a couple seconds of bumpy white noise, and then -
This very fitting song, in its marvelous entirety.
Oh, the things you find in a novelty shop on a foreign star system. Alex is eternally grateful, even if the fleet at large isn't. And when has she not found joy in driving people mad?]
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He moves out of the way of her kick, and rests his elbows on his knees. ]
Honestly? I can handle a lot. If you need someone to shoot something, blow something up, or hit something until it stops moving, I'm your guy.
I'm not a one-man army, though. I'm good, but I'm not superhuman.
[ He shrugs. ]
And if our television overlords decide it would be really good for ratings to make the walls start bleeding, or use the chips in our heads to make us hallucinate dead family members, I got nothing.
So put me down for a firm maybe on that count. I'm pretty sure I'm better than nothing, anyway.
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Glad you got that handled, then. I can throw, like, half a punch. Kept meaning to learn to shoot, back in Paradisa, but I never did.
[She reaches down to slide her wand out of her boot, just an inch or two.]
Usually, I just depend on this, until the walls start bleeding or whatever.
... The castle used to pull some really bad stuff. From what people are saying, it'll be a piece of cake here.
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Basically, Alex, he knows that feel. Does he ever know that feel. ]
Well, we don't have our fun little laser guns at the moment, but once we do, I can teach you to shoot, if you still want to learn.
...Probably easier with laser weapons, anyway. No recoil.
[ And while he might miss the guns he's familiar with, he's a big fan of not putting bullet holes in the hull. That way lies horrible death. ]
And hey, if you ever want to learn to throw a whole punch...
[ He grins. ]
...not that I'm doubting your skills with your -- is that a wand? -- but it's always good to have options.
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Yeah, sparkles and all. Pretty handy for pulling epic pranks, but kind of crap when it comes to monsters or something.
[His heavy look gets across just fine, and it puts a warmth in her chest that's been pretty come-and-go as of late. She doesn't have to tell him anything - he sees it through her jokes, that she's a real person with real pain and fear, and that's the best she can want from someone.]
You're gonna regret that offer. Me with lasers?
[That gets a bit of a horse laugh from her.]
There won't be a Paisley left. We'll have to go live on the Wonderduck.
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[ He grins. Excellent change of topic. Let's get away from the trauma and back to the dick jokes. ]
And they can't blow a hole in the hull, as far as I know, so you should be fine, so long as we keep to the cargo hold to start.
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Well, there was the time I filled all the balls in the school gym with jelly.
[Dick jokes, eh?]
You should've seen the dodgeball game the next day.
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[ Though the forced quality to that grin makes him worry a little, and he holds up a finger in a "one more thing" gesture. He's a little quieter when he continues talking. ]
Though, just so we're clear... that was a "whee, something that might cheer us both up" attempt at a topic change, not a "shut the hell up with your depressing shit" attempt at a topic change.
You ever need to talk about the bad shit, I'll listen. Hell, you've probably guessed from the time I woke up trying to kill the top bunk that I'm not exactly trauma-free over here. So yeah. You want to avoid, I'm good with avoiding. You don't want to avoid, I'm good with that too.
...And if you just want to drink until the feelings go away, I have shittastic space vodka. Options! [ There are jazz hands. Because Jason is a huge dork. ]
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Not much to talk about. Just-
[Alex cuts off then, and instead reaches for to the neck of her tank top. She tugs it down, which would ordinarily be quite a nice site for a male bunkmate, except for the truly nasty scar stretching down from her sternum. ]
This crap's pretty old hat for most of you guys, you know? I grew up in Tribeca. I worked in a sandwich shop. Worst I ever got hurt was falling off a bike.
[She gives a shrug, falling back into the pillows.]
I don't care how shittastic it is, you're gonna share that vodka.
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He takes in the scar, then meets her eyes, doing his best to catch her gaze and hold it, hoping she can see in his face that he's not going to run screaming, if nothing else. ]
...You know, there are some things that'll seriously fuck you up even if you come into them with a few years' experience dodging bullets. Pretty sure whatever gave you that scar would qualify.
[ He goes to his tiny little locker and pulls out a bottle of Space Vodka, and offers it to her. ]
Going into whatever that was, willingly or not, with no training at all, and coming out the other end? That makes you a badass by default. Not that being a badass fucks you up any less, but sometimes it helps to know.
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I don't know, I guess I feel like I should've sucked it up. Come back stronger, or whatever. Like Simba. Or Jesus.
[Goddamn, that shit's strong. Forget vodka, it smells like rubbing alcohol. Alex tries not to make a face as she lifts the bottle, and covers herself with a sardonic laugh as she finally tosses it back. A long swig, and then a second one just because. She scrunches up her face, just for a moment, as it goes down.]
Space Vodka. Nice.
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[ He shifts so he's sitting cross-legged on his bunk, elbows propped on his knees, giving her a serious look. ]
Fuck that. Fuck the good survivor narrative, the one where you're suddenly strong and perfect and you've transformed into this tough chick who takes no shit. Fuck all of that. You're allowed to not be okay.
You can get to "stronger", but... fuck anything that says you're supposed to just be that way now, like they hand out inner strength as a consolation prize for going through trauma. All that does is make people feel like shit when they react like normal humans.
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... Nice speech.
[Translation: "thank you".]
You working off note cards?
[Translation: "I'm really grateful for you right now".]
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[ Translation: "Hey, I care about you and I want to help."
He points at the bottle. ]
You feel like passing that back this way, or is it all yours now?
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[She holds one finger up, then downs another mouthful of vodka before passing it back over to Jason.]
Knock yourself out.
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[ He takes a swig, and offers the bottle back. ]
The thing I've noticed about this stuff is that around the third swig, it stops tasting quite so awful. Probably because it's already killed all your taste buds by that point.
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No, yeah, I totally get that. Drink enough of anything and it'll taste like Grey Goose.
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[ Oh, look, it's Sudden Russian Accent time! Though rather than the comical fake-Russian most Americans might be familiar with, this is a dead-accurate Saint Petersburg accent, because Batman. ]
Grey Goose is overpriced French piss-water they sell to people who have no idea what real vodka should taste like. Now, Russians... Russians know vodka. Vodka is part of the Russian spirit. How can the French make vodka when they have no soul for anything stronger than grape juice?
[ And just like that, the accent vanishes. ]
And that's why you shouldn't spend too much time drinking with Russians. I heard that rant so many times it engraved itself on my brain.
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Dude. Don't ever let me meet a Russian then. I don't drink anything I have to pay more than twenty bucks for.