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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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[Ooh. Eyebrows raised. Now that's the sort of exciting thing that she loves! Plus his tone makes for a good dramatic story. You're a good man for this Nathan Drake.]

Never left? If it was us, I'd say it sounds like something demon-y. Do you have demons where you're from?

great dude good luck hope she lets you into the doghouse or something whatever the saying is

out of but thanks

i appreciate the sentiment

me too

Does it matter?

Uh...I dunno. The gross thing inside the gold statue cursed the Spanish to be undead immortal slimy zombie monster things so...I guess maybe?

[Who the fuck knows how that actually worked?]

o ok you cant see it but im doing fingerguns at you man

[If Nate knew that much about him already, then he knew Dorian quite well...or well enough.]

You pitch the story and have other people do the writing for you, you collect the royalties. I don't suppose it matters if other people believe it, fiction does very well after all...but you know, it would be very believable where I come from. We'll see how well your purple people match up to our demons, dragons, and darkspawn. [Far from drunk, Dorian throws back what is left in his glass and pours another.]

I suppose the shitty sequel is why you're out here drinking on your own. I won't push you to talk about it, but I'll listen if you want, or we can drink and talk about something else.

Then I would go do the thing that is very most important to her and not break any promises while doing it.

It doesn't need to be in doubt. Sometimes it just helps them to hear it. Kind of like when you're losing your shit and someone slaps you in the face.

You sound like a man with regrets. I think that's like half of us on the ship so you're fine.

yeah
that's probably true
god
i don't know how much of this i'll remember tomorrow or how much i can take your advice
but for what it's worth
thanks

finger guns duly noted

thanks man

that's actually a lot more complicated than you're making it sound
but
probably the only thing i can do that might help

No problem.

Hope it all works out.

you know how I said we all wore space suits
it's hard to eat solid food in those, if you know what I mean

unless popping corn means liquidising it.

This sounds way too optimistic but you're in a place where you can get almost anything in the mail and people can live with glass body parts.

I think you got some good chances to do more than usual.

If you recall, I didn't so much as get out of the blast radius as I was... rejected out of it.

[There are no hard feelings, of course. She just doesn't want credit where it isn't due. Had Nate actually chosen Chloe, she would not have dodged that bullet.]

Whatever it is, it can't be that bad.

any time

Clearly enough to make a fool of yourself on such a disastrously public level.

i guess that depends on your point of view

[He hadn't seen choosing to try to help Elena and Jeff as rejecting Chloe, and it was the gun she'd pulled on him that had signaled their breakup, in his eyes. Then again, he also hadn't thought he was still in love with Elena, and that had turned out to be very much the case.

Water under the bridge now. Booze under the bridge too.]

i don't know on a scale of 1-10 how would you rate leaving her, convincing her to take me back and then proving she shouldn't have bothered trusting me because i'm an emotional wreck who can't communicate

Fair enough. I assumed simply on the fact that for most people, they arrive by themselves. It's a common thing in this instance.

[He doesn't push, it's not worth it. He still means what he told Nate, however- that he understands what it's like to be away from someone you love dearly.]

I wouldn't say it's "my bag," only that I'm more familiar with it than most. Even during the revolution, romance and love are still very much a profound and dominant thing amongst many people. I can help, if you want- but I need to know something first:

How much are you willing to commit?

I ask because if it's anything less than what you should commit, then there's no hope in getting her back. No amount of work will make that change.

...Then you make it count, monsieur Drake. If time is not on your side, consider what is most important to you and to her, and start to take steps toward that.

the glass body parts aren't working that well for everyone actually but yeah
if the other choice is to do nothing
well i'm not gonna pick that

thanks
me too

so you ate with what, feeding tubes? all the time?
that sounds gross and awful
the moira must be a step up for you

Fuck you.

[It's said honestly without any rancor at all.]

I convinced my wife to take me back and then couldn't go two months without proving she can't trust me to be a dick, so. There's that.

arno that is a lot of words and you make it sound really dramatic but consider this: i am drunk and spilling all my business in front of the entire ship
(minus her because i figured out how to lock this stuff)
i have no dignity
i have no pride
i have no sobriety

how much do you think i'm willing to commit

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