IC contact for lastvoyages

[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[never_francesca]

[And she, in turn, nods slowly, and then stands with a sigh, hands thumping against her thighs.]

I...really should be going. I've used up enough of your time blabbering away like...like a besotted schoolgirl or something.

[It might be a useful line, but the flush in her cheeks...]

[cactusy]

Sure.

[Probably a good idea, because Shaw wants to fucking sleep for a week.]

Wanna patrol together later?

[never_francesca]

[She nods.]

Works for me. And there's plenty of soup in those meals. Good, hearty stuff. Get you back on your feet.

[And she heads for the door, nodding.]

See you around.

[cactusy]

[Shaw nods wearily, and flops back, burying her face in her pillow. She'll head back to Steve's soon, but right now? No moving.]

Thanks.

[She mutters again, just barely loud enough to hear.]

[littletonoidea]

wow you really had those lined up and ready to throw back huh

[cactusy]

probably could have done 10 just as easily

[littletonoidea]

and here i thought you were a 'i don't mix business and pleasure' kinda gal

[cactusy]

don't get me wrong, i think actually going for it is a terrible idea in way more situations than people here would want to admit.

but we're also all stuck here together. could make a policy of only going for people who are about to leave

[littletonoidea]

seems like a bad policy when you don't know if/when people plan on leaving. this place can be a revolving door, soon as someone leaves they're back again and now you've got bad blood.

[cactusy]

some people leave on their own terms. graduations, wardens getting deals.

and i'm too good to cause real bad blood

[lol]

[littletonoidea]

eeewwwwwww

[Not translated via text: the shitty giggle Eiffel's having to himself.]

[cactusy]

[Well, now she has to keep going.]

never had a bad review

5 stars on yelp

[empathicfault]

Maggie, right? I hope so.

[ Because from everything Will's gathered, Harkin hasn't been in the best state lately. ]

[worthallthis]

B pushes up to his feet. "Be back in a little bit, then."

He'll go put together whatever he can find in the kitchen that's easy on the stomach, and he might wind up bringing the tattoo gun back just for whenever she's ready for it. Then he'll leave her to eat and wash up a little in Steve's bathroom, in peace, unless she seems to want more company.

[punched_hitler]

"Yeah, no one came here under the impression it was gonna be a group effort," Steve sighs. "Maybe that's the problem. It's not in the sales pitch."

text; during the flood

[unknownjoy]

I got another one of your memories.

It's not good.

Should I meet you somewhere?

[He would prefer being told the love of his life is dead via text message, but most people would probably find that cold. She might not exactly be 'most people' herself, but still. He's trying to be polite.]

text; during the flood

[cactusy]

[Well, that's ominous.]

Sure. Lower deck.

text → spam; during the flood

[unknownjoy]

I'll look for you.

[Lower deck is where the chapel is, so he can be there right away. Once he sees her, he waves her down, frowning slightly—his usual face.]

Hey.

spam; during the flood

[cactusy]

[He'll find her slumped on one of the benches, doing her best to rub a tension headache out of her temples - though when she hears him coming, she drops her hands and sits up straight, turning to face him.]

Hey. Lemme guess, grievous bodily harm?

[God, she hopes it's just grievous bodily harm.]

spam; during the flood

[unknownjoy]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Would that be real or part of some simulation?

spam; during the flood

[cactusy]

Either.

[She says, raising an eyebrow right back as the back of her head thunks against the ship's side.]

Both.

spam; during the flood

[unknownjoy]

[Dryly, with the ghost of a wry smile-]

What an exciting life you must live.

[Nah, both killing people and getting hurt - even almost dying - lost its flavor a long time ago.]

But no, I wish it were only that.

[He lowers his head, appropriately somber and serious.]

It's about Root again...

spam; during the flood

[cactusy]

Did I kill her this time.

[Her voice is flat - monotone, even. But her shoulders tense almost imperceptibly, and her mind goes blank of literally everything else, all her attention focused in on that one question.]

Re: spam; during the flood

[unknownjoy]

[The demon in him wants to laugh, but he manages to repress it in time.]

No.

You're outside, walking toward some sort of—chaos. Flashing lights, police cars. The man you're with steps away and says a strange word into his cell phone. Fusco?

You're trying to take stock of the situation—prisoners released, someone cut the power—when he whirls back around, meeting your eyes with a look that's stunned and grim and sort of pitying.

You know it's her. You know she's dead.

You feel... grief, but you don't have time for it, so you put it away. You compartmentalize.

You tell him you need to get Finch.

[A pause.]

I'm truly sorry.

[For once he can say that and somewhat mean it, at least while the memory is still there.]

spam; during the flood

[cactusy]

[The words hit her like little knives, and maybe Will is right, maybe Sweeney is right, maybe Kirei is right; maybe that's grief, or at least her version of it. That feeling of her skin being pricked and her insides being scooped out.

She pulls her sweatshirt sleeves down over her hands, curling her fingers in.]

Fusco's a person.

[She says, because what else is there to say?]

This is... kinda especially weird, for people like you and me.