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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[cactusy]

I don't know, I asked him a straightforward question and I got a straightforward answer. Kinda seems like my goals were met.

[handleyourshit]

And I'm telling you, don't involve him when it's me you want to know something about.

[cactusy]

Here's something I wanna know about you - would you care about this if you didn't think it was a sign that I look down on inmates?

I bet they told you I want to raid every inmate cabin and steal all their stuff too, huh.

[handleyourshit]

Yeah, I would. I like when people talk to me when they want to know something about me.

I didn't start getting pissed about the inmate-warden thing until Jesus told me he would talk to you and make sure it wasn't going to be a problem on Root's end.

I heard something like that. And the speakeasy.

[cactusy]

You ever think that, I dunno, we were just trying to help out? She'd just attacked you, and I didn't know how bad off you were or if you were in any shape to field messages. He probably didn't know if Root would be too pissed off to hear from him, either. Nobody thinks you guys are kids.

[handleyourshit]

You told me you wanted to avoid defensive posturing.

I believe that more than I believe whatever the fuck you think helping is, from a woman that seems to assume I'm always going to act the same way I did freshly fucking kidnapped.

[cactusy]

More than one thing can be true at the same time. You're aggressive and Rovia isn't, you're more of an unknown to me than Rovia is, and I didn't know if you were moaning in pain in a hospital bed.

[handleyourshit]

[God, she fucking hates... this. All of this.

All of it.]

Look, just because I don't like it doesn't mean I don't get it.

Doesn't change that I prefer to be dealt with directly. Actually, I prefer to just be left the fuck out of it.

[cactusy]

You were already in it, dude. And if there's one thing I've learned about this place, everyone's all tangled up in a really annoying small-town way. No avoiding it.

[handleyourshit]

Yeah.

Whatever.

[cactusy]

Just wait 'till your first breach when you have fake siblings or you're hooking up with somebody; it's gonna be the worst.

[And she nearly just leaves it there, but.]

The thing with the speakeasy and the cabins was... part misunderstanding, part me not getting this place's weird-ass job standards. I'm not raiding anything. Hasn't stopped some people from thinking I'm just laying low and biding my time, but I can't do anything about that.

[handleyourshit]

Look, I don't really care about the speakeasy or the cabins. I don't care about this warden vs inmate bullshit, wherever or however it shows up. I don't care about grudges, or bad blood, or whatever here.

Jesus was trying to help because that's what Jesus does. I don't need that, and I don't need people getting used to going to him with my bullshit just because he's got the eyes. I've fought scarier dead things than your wife.

I've survived worse things than fake siblings and I could do with a hookup.

[cactusy]

Good news; this place is lousy with hookups. I was averaging one new one a month for a while there.

[handleyourshit]

Yeah, that's what I keep hearing.

[cactusy]

Oh, yeah? They're still talking about my prowess out there, huh?

[Look, she knows what Rosita had meant, but she couldn't miss that opening.]

Glad to hear the rumors aren't all speakeasies and cabin raids.

[handleyourshit]

All people have to do around here is talk.

[Take that as you will, the eyebrow raise of her tone says.]

[cactusy]

[Shaw snorts lightly, faintly amused.]

That part never changes.

[No matter how much stuff the Barge has, there's a certain kind of person that will never be take well to being penned up in an enclosed space. Shaw is absolutely on of those people.]

[handleyourshit]

[The walls make Rosita's skin crawl, and the number of people in close proximity here that she can't get away from makes her want to tear it off sometimes.]

Anyway.

I'm serious. No matter how pissed I am about being asked or told something, it's only going to ever be worse hearing about it from someone else first.

[cactusy]

You got a real gossip problem going on at home or what?

[handleyourshit]

[no she has trust issues and a problem with getting nasty surprises on the regular]

It doesn't matter what I had going on at home. I'm here now.

[cactusy]

Okay, I'm gonna take that as a yes.

Look, I'm not gonna promise never to ask Rovia what your status is if it's relevant. But I can always ask you too, sure.

[handleyourshit]

I just told you I don't want him dragged into my shit by default.

And you can take it however you want but that doesn't make it true.

[cactusy]

Sure, I can promise I won't do it by default. Just giving you a head's up that "not by default" doesn't mean "never".

For what it's worth, though. You clearly matter a hell of a lot to him. There's no way he sees being "dragged in" as any kind of hardship.

[handleyourshit]

On a ship that claims the moral authority?

He has more important things to do than get weighed down by me. An entire world to cure, for one.

[cactusy]

Look, me, I'm not so good at having friends. I'm better at tackling the bigger picture than I am individuals. And even I know that's crap.