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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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yes it's extremely important

what like just floating around? how did you not die
is it some kind of alien pys
pysiol
body thing

[Fight him for it.]

You're forgiven.

[So magnanimous.]

Gimme time and another bottle, maybe I'll make it four.

[Really, Nate would like to be the kind of guy who can just open up about what bothers him. He'd like to not have these problems. But if he was ever that person, that version of Nate died with his brother.]

What makes you think it hasn't already?

Only if I get to help author the next one.

And you might wanna pace yourself on the booze. What're you gonna do the next time you fuck up if you go through your whole stash now?

i know i know i appreciate it. you're a true metal bro.

be specific though what makes an apology mega

I get final approval rights over the content and done.

[Geez Tony, stop making good points. He thought you were friends.]

Do I look like a guy who's thinking that far ahead?

Maybe do but getting wasted was a great decision on its own.

I was under the impression that was where you were already leaning, anyway.

I mean, you're at least halfway there now, right?

And a quick PSA: relationships aren't the most important thing in life, so. Drinking yourself into a coma over one failing seems overdramatic at best.

Honestly? I was attempting to be optimistic for your sake and her's.

[ He answered with blunt directness.

Sighing softly, Adrien reached up and rubbed at his temple. ]

What are you afraid of, Nate? You've already admitted that you're in the zone of losing her ... again. Which is more important, your secrets or your marriage?

[ The last question isn't asked in a snarky tone, the way the words might be couched. It was a genuine question, open to either answer. After all, this was Nate's life and his choice. Only he could answer for it. ]

[Whateverrrr, Dorian, way to be a pessimist. Because Nate himself is such a shining example of optimism at this moment! He rolls his eyes and has another drink as he waits for his mustachioed buddy to arrive. Hopefully he'll remember this conversation when he does.]

Aren't they always?

[He does! Nate smirks at the blanket Dorian requires, but hell. His ass is feeling pretty flat by now. A blanket is probably a great idea.]

Assuming they look the same in all worlds. Dimensions. Whatever.

Nope. Why do you think I hauled myself up here? I can tell when somebody's making terrible alcohol-related decisions.

[ The terrible decision being a lack of rationing, in this case, and not the drunken bender itself. Obviously. ]

[Nathan Greatly Approves. Or something. She gives him a grin. Friends in a spot like this? Always a good thing. Plus Nate's a good bro who likes booze and bar fights so that puts him on her Good List.]

It's definitely my life philosophy. Thinking about the future, status, it's far too stressful. Why worry about it when you can have cold ale on a hot summer night in Lowtown?

So let's hope this ship isn't determined to make us think about the long-term.

You sure about that? Because you just asked the entire ship for advice for your love life.

Next time I'll totally use bullet points and charts too.

Get her something for her pistol. Or replace the one she picked up here with something as close as you can get to the favorite one that got left back home. Doesn't have to be perfect, just has to show that you care, you know? And that you pay attention to the stuff she likes.

If you can't avoid fucking up, at least try to fuck up less often, or keep your fuck ups less fucked. You've got to show her that you're on a trajectory of improvement, that there's a hope for her that fewer fucks will be upped in the future. Otherwise she's going to get sick of the cycle and you'd better get used to being single again.

[Obviously.]

You gonna join the parade of advice-giving? Gifts, groveling, etc.?

Why, 'cause you think I'd actually have any decent wisdom on that front? When my girlfriend was pissed at me, I made it up to her by bringing her a box of the one thing in the whole world she's allergic to.

[ A beat. ]

I guess I could tell you not to do that, specifically.

[Optimism isn't Dorian's area of expertise, Nate, but he optimistically finds you on the observation deck. That has to count for something.]

Usually, but whenever I come out here, the stars always seem a bit eerie.

[Fortunately there's some nice cushioning for your flat ass, Nate, better than a bedroll. As soon as he lays it out you're welcome to it.]

I don't recognize any of the constellations, but they look like glimmering white dots where I come from too. Let me see that-

[As soon as he's close enough, he'll take a whiff of what Nate's drinking to determine whether or not it is fit for consumption or to be used as lantern fuel.]

Noted.

[It's good advice, actually. Probably not relevant, since he can't think of any allergies Elena has, but good all the same.]

Dunno why I bothered asking for help anyway. [Probably because he's drunk.] Flowers and presents don't really cut it after I probably made her regret taking me back.

[His voice sounds thick. Fuck, is he gonna cry?]

[ BRO. DON'T. DO NOT. ]

Not that I don't respect some good old fashioned self-pity, but you just said she's pretty dumb about romance. I mean, she's stuck it out this long already. It might not be the end of the world.

Implying that I had Q smell you immediately which, quite frankly, is a boundary I'm unwilling to pass.

[But blackmail and hacking and stealing accounts is totally okay]

[Depends how good you are at math.]

Eerie how? How can they be eerie if they still look like—hey.

[After a moment, he snatches the bottle back. Really not on the ball, his reflexes are terrible.]

Don't sniff my drink.

maybe your robot dog just CAN'T sniff things out and you just don't want to admit he's defective

He's not defective and stop trying to deflect the question

[ The closer and closer she gets to the observation deck, the more Elena wants to just turn around and go back to her room. She doesn't need to send Tony a message saying she didn't do what she said she would do. And what did she owe Nate anyway? He got himself into this drunken mess, he could get himself out just the same as he had all of the other messes over the years. But then the little voice reminds her, rather pointedly, that all those times it had been Sullivan who'd had his back. Or it was Chloe or it was Cutter.

It was always someone, that was the point.

And here, now, this time it was Elena. All because now it had to do with their marriage. Their marriage and his secrets. Though, she supposes she was also partly to blame this time around.

Anyway, the point is— that's how it went when Victor Goddamn Sullivan wasn't around to peel a drunken lovesick fool off the ground and put him properly to bed. It was her or him. Frankly, Elena should've just brought a pillow and a blanket, make sure he was tucked away in a corner and cover him up so he could sleep it off.

She lets herself onto the deck, making a face at the chill tickling her cheeks. It was always coldest up here. One step forward, two steps...and there he was...

Spotting him is what makes her hang back, watching on uncertainly. He's probably so drunk he wouldn't notice her there anyway, it would give her a chance to quietly step back out and leave him there for the night.

And why not? He'd walked out on her, what stopped her from doing the same to him? ]

[Wrong Tevinter, not that Dorian is bad at math, but Felix was always better.]

Because they always look so distant and lonely, it doesn't help that the observation deck- oh!

[Yes, Dorian does have faster reflexes, and being the ass that he is he holds it just out of reach for a moment.]

How else am I supposed to tell if this is swill without actually drinking it. Fortunately for you it's not allergy season, I could have sneezed in it, then where would you be?

[But Dorian, gentleman that he is, will give him back his drink, putting it in his hand properly.]

That's alright, I brought wine, and glasses. [Civilized people use glasses after all.]

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