[Towards the end of the first day of the flood, Tiffany decides that it's time to check in on the infirmary's most recently-released patient - not in the least because first floods are always a trip for newbies, and this one's timing is the worst.]
Your stitches aren't pulling themselves out, right?
Your stitches aren't pulling themselves out, right?
...You seen the Admiral's announcement?
...You didn't have any crazy powers I didn't know about that's suddenly come back, right?
[ A day or so after she dies—whether normalcy reigns again or not—a knock comes at the door to Tess' cabin. When she answers it, she'll find her backpack slumped on the doorstep. Inside are her stolen belongings—duct tape, keys, gas mask—with the exception of the maps and bottle of liquor. There is also a library copy of Something Wicked This Way Comes and a selection of three romance novels.
None of them are about cowboys. ]
None of them are about cowboys. ]
Knock knock, someone's at Tess' door! Dimly aware of how Tess recently fuckin died, Hange does not hammer on it or anything like that, she just waits for a reply.
Did you wanna threaten me? [ He sounds open to it. ]
Audio - backdated to after his confrontation with William, post-Mirror
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stand_unshaken
2020-08-02 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
You plannin' on cozying up to that William fella again?
[He sounds a little out of breath, his voice pinched with anger he can't quite disguise.]
[He sounds a little out of breath, his voice pinched with anger he can't quite disguise.]
Since it's been about 5 minutes since the last IC inbox thread
stand_unshaken
2020-08-02 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[He just got back from Ellies cabin, and he went straight to Tess'. It isn't far, and he knocks on her door.]
my life is not complete without our 20893423 inbox threads
dog_eat_dog
- 2020-08-02 20:37 (UTC) - ExpandFuck. The shampoo dispenser in Allison's favorite shower stall is busted---which wouldn't be a big deal except, you know, she's already turned on the shower and there is someone else in another stall and even confident as she is about her own body (which is to say, very), she isn't keen on running around soaking wet trying to find a functional shampoo pump.
...But she doesn't have much choice.
She ducks out carefully, looking both ways, pulls her towel from its hook and holds it to her chest.
"Coming out to find shampoo," she calls to whoever may be showering, so as not to startle them, "Just a heads-up."
...But she doesn't have much choice.
She ducks out carefully, looking both ways, pulls her towel from its hook and holds it to her chest.
"Coming out to find shampoo," she calls to whoever may be showering, so as not to startle them, "Just a heads-up."
this made me re-upload the old icons of The Dreaded Shower Scene her actress has done
dog_eat_dog
- 2020-08-06 01:50 (UTC) - Expandnow i just need a situation where I can use the Cutting Off A Man's Thumb With A Circular Saw icons
dog_eat_dog
- 2020-08-06 02:12 (UTC) - Expandokay, challenge: let's see if and when that can be arranged
getawaycarr
- 2020-08-06 02:41 (UTC) - Expandduring the somehow better than rl train au because i do what i want
vaccination
2020-08-25 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Ellie's had her own bunk for a long time, but now and then she wiggles her way into Tess'. She's not ashamed of it. She's lucky to have a parent, she knows, and so she has no worry about seeming childish for just wanting to sleep in her bunk rather than her own. It's warmer, too.
But, really, it just makes her feel better when she has a hard time falling asleep. And she knows her mother won't make a fuss or send her packing. So, here Ellie is, squeezing her way in whether Tess is asleep or not.
But, really, it just makes her feel better when she has a hard time falling asleep. And she knows her mother won't make a fuss or send her packing. So, here Ellie is, squeezing her way in whether Tess is asleep or not.
Busy?
Give it back.
(Right after this).
Did you take Ellie's goddamn journal?
[He doesn't sound angry. He sounds annoyed, but definitely not with Tess, even if it's annoying that she did what she did. He's really just pissed off at Ellie, who is a child, and so he ought to be better than that.]
Did you take Ellie's goddamn journal?
[He doesn't sound angry. He sounds annoyed, but definitely not with Tess, even if it's annoying that she did what she did. He's really just pissed off at Ellie, who is a child, and so he ought to be better than that.]
I'm sure you've heard by now.
You going to lecture me like the rest of them?
You going to lecture me like the rest of them?
[ At exactly midnight, a piece of paper slides under the door. When unfolded, it's not the standard single sheet—the map, done in Ellie's hand, sprawls over several pages. There's a stylized compass rose in one corner, but it's otherwise unlabeled: a wide room leading on to smaller rooms, twisting corridors and stairways. Rooms upon rooms, passageways upon passageways.
There is a path. Not drawn by Ellie—the line less disciplined, the pen driven deeper into the paper. It reaches into the heart of the map, running ragged as a scar, turning and turning again.
It's the library, of course. When—if—Tess follows the map, it'll take her deep into the stacks and past the most-used study rooms. She'll descend stairs, turn sharp corners, walk the occasional long dusty hallway. At the end of it, half an hour later if she's quick, she'll find a room like any other.
Inside are shelves filled with books: William's favorite authors, his old childhood loves, romance novels and philosophy primers as well. History books—every volume of Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire—and western dime novels. A tiny bit of poetry. A few things with titles that interested him or brought Tess to mind. Library books, all of them, but then they haven't been removed from the library.
Beyond the usual table and chairs, the room's furnished with one of William's relentlessly tasteful bedroom lamps and cushions swiped from various common rooms. On the table is a whiskey bottle holding an arrangement of flowers from the greenhouse, and a note in William's scrawl—its illegibility one of the constants between this and that other barge:
Happy birthday.
I didn't have time to install a lock but I bet you could. ]
There is a path. Not drawn by Ellie—the line less disciplined, the pen driven deeper into the paper. It reaches into the heart of the map, running ragged as a scar, turning and turning again.
It's the library, of course. When—if—Tess follows the map, it'll take her deep into the stacks and past the most-used study rooms. She'll descend stairs, turn sharp corners, walk the occasional long dusty hallway. At the end of it, half an hour later if she's quick, she'll find a room like any other.
Inside are shelves filled with books: William's favorite authors, his old childhood loves, romance novels and philosophy primers as well. History books—every volume of Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire—and western dime novels. A tiny bit of poetry. A few things with titles that interested him or brought Tess to mind. Library books, all of them, but then they haven't been removed from the library.
Beyond the usual table and chairs, the room's furnished with one of William's relentlessly tasteful bedroom lamps and cushions swiped from various common rooms. On the table is a whiskey bottle holding an arrangement of flowers from the greenhouse, and a note in William's scrawl—its illegibility one of the constants between this and that other barge:
Happy birthday.
I didn't have time to install a lock but I bet you could. ]
post-Joel's ~network debut~ but time it however you like
omniavincit
2020-11-19 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
You there? [ Soft, concerned. ]
Lend me a hand?
remember when yuo asked me if I wanted to drink after Betelgeuse left
Tess--
[Excuse her as she cracks the fuck up; she assumes you know what this is about]
[Excuse her as she cracks the fuck up; she assumes you know what this is about]
Anything I can get you? Ice? A drink?
How badly did you get hurt?
How badly did you get hurt?
Hey, how's the arm? Any changes or pain or anything like that?
Edited 2020-12-18 04:33 (UTC)
Can I call in a favor?
If, hypothetically, I might need to hide a body in some unspecified time in the future, where would be the best place?
If, hypothetically, I might need to hide a body in some unspecified time in the future, where would be the best place?
[Normally, Cloud would just text. Voice and video are awkward; he never knows what to do with his face or his hands, or his inflection. But tone of voice can do a lot, and this isn't an everyday conversation.]
Talked to Yunlan. The hell else did you take from his place? The guy's pissed.
[And he knows Tess took more than she came for, which she conveniently forgot to mention, but it's... fine. He's not pissed or accusatory, just frustrated.]
Talked to Yunlan. The hell else did you take from his place? The guy's pissed.
[And he knows Tess took more than she came for, which she conveniently forgot to mention, but it's... fine. He's not pissed or accusatory, just frustrated.]
Edited 2020-12-30 06:51 (UTC)
I know we're only just past port, so if you want a breather you can ignore this awhile - I had a question? Of the serious kind, been sitting on it for a minute.
He really doesn't want to talk to anyone. He wants to crawl into bed with a bottle of liquor and close his eyes for a week. He didn't die, but he only barely managed to escape death - he'd seen those spikes, and he knows he wouldn't have lived long if he hadn't escaped just then.
He hates himself. He doesn't think on this too often, but right now he hates who he is. He'd told Jake he'd be doing dumb shit, and what did he end up doing?
Fuck. The problem had been that Tess wasn't there to remind him what he was there for. With her away on that ranch, not even knowing who she was, it had been so easy to just get pulled into all the chaos. But she is here now. And he's got his responsibility towards her, even if he's tempted to leave custodial to Leia for a few days.
He sends Tess a message, the morning after they've left: Don't feel too good. You okay?
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