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[The following is actually a series of three separate posts to the network; all three are posted in fairly quick succession, likely before anyone can reply to the first two, though they are open to comments.]

how do you make it so not everyone can read one of these things

[like thirty seconds later]

oh

[a couple of minutes later LOCKED FROM CERTAIN PEOPLE NAMED ELENA FISHER]

so a bunch of people use this system to pour their hearts out and get other people to do the same which usually seems weird to me. i mean just because you say it over the mid doesn't mean you won't run into people later and make it really weird and awkward. i don't know maybe that's just me.

except what the hell i'm pretty drunk right now so why the fuck not!

RIDDLE ME THIS, CREWMATES. pretend for a minute that you're a complete asshole who somehow got the most amazing woman in the world to marry you, fucked it up real fast like dropped a grenade on it bad BECAUSE you're a complete asshole, got her to take you back and start over and then fucked it up again.

what do you do? asking for a friend.

also the first person to make a suggestion that actually works can have some of my alcohol stash. everyone else can fuck off i'm not sharing.

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[OPTION 1: DRUNK. Nate is pretty toasted as he wanders around the ship, but not so much than he has trouble getting around with just an occasional stumble. Alcohol tends to loosen his lips, so he'll gladly (well, not he's not real glad about anything right now) talk to anyone who makes the poor life decision to talk to him first.

[OPTION 2: DRUNKER. Jeez, he's getting to be a real mess now. Nate makes a trip to where the Mess Hall used to be so he can pour one out in honor of the lost bar. What a hideous waste of alcohol. Afterward, he visits the observation deck to drunkenly look at the stars, and will stay there.

[OPTION 3: DRUNKEST. Oh god he's so unhappy. Look at this complete wreck of a man who's making the observation deck a pretty unpleasant place to be. He is completely wasted. (Existing CR only for this option please—basically, if they've had at least one conversation, you're good.)]

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[It's the same. It's always the same. But he doesn't want to repeat the same things over and over.]

Wasn't about secrets.

[He takes her hand tighter in his, but still not very tight. He doesn't have the strength.]

After I lost 'm...I tried to forget.

[ Softly, Elena shushes him. She strokes some stray hair off his forehead, brushing over his hair line. What is all of this supposed to mean?

Why is he suffering and refusing to let her help him? ]

They can be lost, Nate, but you don't need to forget.

[She's right. She's always right, and she doesn't even know how. She should know, she should know everything, but it was so much easier to lock it all away...]

I know.

[He's learning. He's working on it.]

You were lost, once, for a while. [ Softly. ] But not once did I forget.

[ If she wasn't stuck with the glass bits in her torso, Elena would've leaned down to kiss his temple. Leaning down that far seems impossible, and painful. She settles on continuing with her stroking his hair. ]

[It's not the same, but it's still true. He'd been alive all that time, but just as lost as he'd been in the desert. And she'd never turned her back on him.]

I don't deserve you.

[His eyes drift shut.]

I love you.

I know...

[ But to what she's agreeing with, it's left to hang between them. She's glad his eyes are shutting as he'll miss the way her face begins to crumple and she turns it away, taking a slow breath so it doesn't show that she's on the verge of breaking.

He causes her more grief than she deserves— than anyone deserves— and yet the thought of walking away, of leaving him, it hurts more than anything he's ever put her through. ]

[Nate doesn't say anything more then. There's so much to talk about, so many things they've avoided. He couldn't begin to approach them now.

But he will. He wants to promise her that. Whatever he's lost, however it broke a part of his heart that won't be put together again, that's over and done with and can't be changed. It's what he could still lose that he's so afraid of.

He won't. He promises himself that, as he starts to fall asleep. He'll tell her everything and they'll face their issues head-on, no matter how hard it is. They'll be happy again.]

Right, because one is really so much better than the other.

Be sure to think of those people with worse problems who could have been drinking their feelings away with all that booze while you keep drinking.

[ Okay, now he's officially being an ass just to be an ass. But drinking over a failed relationship seems so petty to him, and only more so considering where they all are and the kinds of bigger problems they've been dealing with. ]

[ Tony's very dutifully not thinking about the Actually Dead People, just the two Very Alive People related to this conversation. ]

Ordinarily I'd make a few suggestions, but I think you've hit the point of sloshed where they become inadvisable.

... Or more fun, I guess.

[And off she goes, Q trotting along as always. It's about 20 minutes to when she arrives, because it took her a little time to arrange a saddle for Q to carry her own stash.]

The man of the hour, is it?

[Nate waves his hand in the air, vaguely encouraging Tony.]

Eh. Hit me. Figuratively speaking.

Since you insist.

I've been tasked with the production of science lab moonshine. Concept: drunk lab assistance.

[ Why NOT have a drunk asshole help you revolutionize the production of moonshine. ]

[Why not indeed.]

You don't need a lab for that. I've seen guys in prison make alcohol with like...a sock.

...science moonshine probably tastes better though.

...

You were in prison long enough to witness sockbooze?

Been in and out since I was like fifteen. I didn't drink the sockbooze. It was always started before I ever came around.

[Besides, he never lasted very long. Sully or Sam would always get him out.]

[ Of course. Why not? It's not like this contradicts anything he already knows about this guy. ]

This is all so much information in such a short amount of time. I'm overwhelmed.

[In some ways, what you see with Nate is absolutely what you get.]

You can cope, Tony. I believe in you.

dude do you not know where she lives ??? you can do the last one easy

Jesus, I hope your home isn't anything like this.

[Shrug. Drink. Dorian's an attentive audience, and Nate is just drunk enough to the point that telling this story sounds like a good idea while not being too drunk to tell it effectively. Sort of.]

But I'm glad someone does. Wasn't so fun for me to bump into my ex-girlfriend and her cameraman while I was with a new giruhhh woman I was sleeping with. [Chloe wasn't anyone's girlfriend really.] Turns out they were following the dickhead because she's a journalist. Really good one, wants to save the world.

[Drunk as he is, the admiration in his voice still overshadows the sarcasm.]

So we all run from this helicopter and find the temple and then the dickheads mercs attack and poor fucking Jeff gets shot. We dragged him alllll the way across town and than Lazarevic shows up and shoots him in the head anyway and Chloe goes off with shithead to save her skin because she didn't want him to know she'd been playing both sides and 'lena and I had to run for our fucking lives.

Then she drove me to the train so I could rescue Chloe before they figured out she'd betrayed them, except Chloe didn't want to be saved and Flynn shot me so I blew up the train and ended up hanging off the edge of a cliff and had to climb up the wreckage. While bleeding. A lot. It hurt.

[IT ALL MAKES PERFECT SENSE.]

Check out my bullet scar. It's glass now.

[He lifts the hem of his shirt to display a small glass circle on his lower abdomen.]

Edited (spiffing it up a bit) 2016-07-13 15:22 (UTC)

of course i do but there's no sky
well everything is sky technically but not inside the ship
also there are no windows and no flowers

It was sort of a bait and switch, huh.

[Which he had seen coming, honestly. Something too good to be true always is. There is always a catch. There's no such thing as a free alien lunch.]

Well, it's not hard to beat highwaymen. But I'm a treasure hunter for a living—I track down artifacts, retrace the steps of old explorers. Found a few lost cities.

[The talk of his raison d'etre actually seems to revive him a bit and make him slightly more sober.]

[Oh right, she said she was going to come, didn't she? Nate sort of forget partway through the next bottle.]

That's me. Every hour. Got a drink for all of them.

[He reaches out for Q.]

Good doggie.

you still have to have plenty of food to survive in ships in space and corn is a staple
i can't believe no one ever popped it for you
that's a crime

i'd like to think that part was never in doubt but then i'm a huge fuckup so what do i know
it's ok to sound lame
can't be worse than how i sound

it is if you know anything about comas

ooh are we playing the 'you can't ever complain if someone has it worse' game? because then you can't complain about me complaining
seriously fuck off
if you can't think of a single reason for me to be upset i hurt the person i love most in the world then you aren't someone whose opinion i care about

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