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[sketchycharacter]

[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.

[action options - feel free to go from a network thread to one of these]

[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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TEXT [PRIVATE]

[squadgoals]

[For a brief moment, she considers keeping the audio on, but lets it slide, flicking over into text. She's not a monster.]

My apologies.

Speaking of apologies, did she accept yours?

TEXT [PRIVATE]

[sketchycharacter]

thanks

yeah more or less. i guess.

[squadgoals]

If you've got to guess, it might be worth apologizing twice.

[sketchycharacter]

i said i was sorry and she said she knows

[THAT'S BAD, RIGHT?]

[squadgoals]

Has whatever caused the fight come up several times before?

[sketchycharacter]

kind of.

[So helpful, Nate. That clarifies everything.]

[squadgoals]

[She stares at the unhelpful message, and frowns, typing and retyping a few things before settling on:]

Talking around it, never directly mentioned, and then it all exploded out recently?

[Not giving her a lot to go on here, Nate. 8|]

[sketchycharacter]

she thought we were fighting about something that's been a big problem but it was actually about something completely different

[squadgoals]

So a new big problem?

[sketchycharacter]

i guess that depends how you look at it.

[squadgoals]

How's your wife looking at it?

[sketchycharacter]

i just drunkenly splashed my marriage problems all over the network how do you think

[squadgoals]

Point taken.

When she said she knew you were sorry — was it more in a 'I know you're sorry I found out' way, or 'I know you're sorry because you're always sorry about these things but they keep happening and I'm tired of it' way?

[sketchycharacter]

trying to answer questions like that is why i am drinking

[squadgoals]

Okay first, no more drinking. I guarantee the answer's not at the bottom of the bottle, I've looked.

Second, where are you? I'm bringing water and powerful curatives.

[sketchycharacter]

you're not looking in the right bottle
it's here somewhere trust me

if a curative means hangover prevention you're too late that's a lost cause

[squadgoals]

Nothing's stopping that storm. These should just help you weather it.

Where are you? No more bar, so I'm low on options, but I will find you, and I will embarrassingly princess carry you to bed.

Unless you're already there, which would make that all a lot easier.

[sketchycharacter]

what the fuck you can't do that
i've embarrassed myself enough already
i'm a big guy how much can you even lift

[like 30 seconds later]

i'm on the observation deck. god.

TEXT -> ACTION

[squadgoals]

I could probably bench a couple of you. Be there in a minute to prove it.

[True to her word, she's there minutes later, liter of water in one hand, a bottle of pills and what appears to be beef jerky in the other.

She sits down beside him, placing the bottle of water and pills between them. The beef jerky she opens, placing beside herself, but not taking any.]

Stargazing with some friends? [She makes a small gesture with her hand at the bottles. Ha ha ha.]

ACTION

[sketchycharacter]

[Haaaaa ha ha so funny not. He reaches for the jerky but doesn't start eating it yet.]

Best friends. They're kinda quiet, though. Not much to say about the sights.

[squadgoals]

Oh yeah? How about you? Moved by the majesty of the heavens?

[Here, she pulls a piece of jerky out, twiddling it in her fingers.]

Struck dumb by the inky canvas of space?

[sketchycharacter]

Actually, I was checking out the constellations in this part of space and deciding what shapes they make.

That one looks like a penis.

[He points. It does!]

[squadgoals]

Huh. [It really does.] Little heavy on the jewels, though.

[She takes a bite of jerky, and pushes the water bottle towards Nate, until it bumps into his side. After another beat, she points at another part of the "sky", outlining with her finger:]

Anatomically-accurate breasts.

[sketchycharacter]

[Sometime tomorrow morning, Nate will remember this and be embarrassed until he remembers how quickly she found a pair of star tits.]

Oh, yeah, you're right. Huh. Now we just need to find an ass.

[He fumbles for another bottle and mostly goes for the water because it's the closest thing at hand.]

[squadgoals]

[Mission success. She subtly scoots the other bottles just far away enough with her foot to be bothersome to obtain quickly, munching on the jerky thoughtfully.]

I'll leave the ass-spotting to you. Shouldn't be hard.

[beat;]

Just look near the gaseous clouds.