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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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[sketchycharacter]

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

[diamondhack]

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

[sketchycharacter]

if i tell you what are you going to do

[diamondhack]

Call you an idiot to your face but I suspect you may have imagined that already

[sketchycharacter]

oh well in that case it's no big deal
you do that anyway
i'm in the observation deck

-> action to drunkerest

[diamondhack]

[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?

drunk action forever

[sketchycharacter]

[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.

[diamondhack]

[Q swats at Nate's hand.]

That's for insulting him, I told him everything. As for you...

[She sighs.]

You're a pathetic mess. I'm only saddened by this behavior being universal and now multiversal.

[sketchycharacter]

[He grumbles] Traitor.

[Except not really because Nate isn't the cool dog's master so...whatever.]

Shoulda asked me if you were curious. I'd have told you I'm a pathetic mess wherever I go. Just provin' it now.

[diamondhack]

Asked you what, exactly?

[Seeing as that she's clearly here for the long haul, she decides to sit primly. She doesn't care if Nate stands or jumps or even collapses, honesty.]

[sketchycharacter]

If this behavior was universal!

[He gives her a look, like, obviously.]

I am a fuckup, Ish.

[diamondhack]

Yes, clearly, but why this time?

[sketchycharacter]

Does it matter?

[diamondhack]

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

[sketchycharacter]

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.

[diamondhack]

Oh. That is a fuck up.

[Look at her, seeming mildly sympathetic to his plight.]

These few months have not been kind to you, love.

[sketchycharacter]

No shit.

[Sympathy rather than good-natured shit-giving from Isha? Something's clearly gone badly wrong in his life.]

Kinda had it coming, I guess. But she didn't deserve that.

[diamondhack]

Karma and the like. [She shrugs, grabbing a bottle, drinking scotch straight from the bottle.] What's done is done, I suppose. I wouldn't exactly blame her for not taking you back, but... You should might as well do something about it as opposed to only get drunk from the angst.

[sketchycharacter]

[Gee thanks. He'd make a snide remark except that he wouldn't blame her, either.]

I'm drunk on alcohol, not angst, but I'm also open to specific suggestions.

[diamondhack]

The angst is what brought you to alcohol, I merely cut out the middle man.

[She sips thoughtfully, absently rubbing Q's head.]

I'm going to assume an apology is out of the question, so. Your next best option is to prove you're sorry. How? I don't know, I can't say I know your wife well.

[Isha glances at Drake now. He's a right mess, and she's not sure entirely what to do with that, or if she expected something like that from him. Granted, she's only known him for a short amount of time. Maybe this isn't so odd.]

I do know you're too bloody stubborn and tenacious to let it go, though. You're willing to destroy buildings to get to your treasure. Put that bullheaded brain of yours to use with your wife and start acting like a man and a husband, not this.

[sketchycharacter]

I did apologize, it just didn't help.

[Because the fight hadn't really been about what it was about. Sort of. It makes his head swim to think about it.]

Guess I must suck at both then. A good husband would never have left her in the first place, or fucked it up when she gave him a second chance. So that's not me.

[diamondhack]

[Usually, Isha keeps it together, keeps her emotions in check when she can. Sure, she'll deliver a scathing remark, present a body of evidence that speaks for itself.

Detached would be the proper word to use here. Isha is usually detached.

This is not one of those times.

This is one of those times where she glares, where her eyes become hard diamonds and the brutal, quick lethality she's learned over the years is at the forefront. It's nearly blinding how fast her hand connects with the back of his head. The smack is ridiculously loud and if it weren't her delivering the blow, she would've winced a little.

Good thing it was with her regular arm.]

Don't be a fucking idiot, Drake. Self-pity does you no good, not least of which in this instance when you can do something about it. Do you think you were born learned? Get your act together. I'll give you this one time to wallow in your misery but I'm not going to let yourself drown in it. Do you really love her? I mean, really love her? And don't give me a "she's my wife" answer, that's not what I'm looking for.

[sketchycharacter]

[What the fuck. This is the second time Nate has been violently (minorly) attacked by a friend today. Sure, it's not like he doesn't think he deserves it, but still. Fucking rude.]

Ow!

[Is that a whiny tone? It's a whiny tone.]

What the fuck, Isha? Of course I fucking love her. She's the best thing that ever happened to me. I've never loved anyone like I love her.

[Oh wow this is getting personal. More than it already was. Thanks, alcohol.]

[diamondhack]

I don't believe it. Not with the way you're acting.

[Maybe she's trying to get a rise out of him, maybe not, but the point stands.]

You fucked up, fantastic. We all fuck up, as much as I hate to admit it. Now, there's two ways you can do this: prove that you give a damn and want her back, or keep sitting here drinking yourself into a stupor. Now.

[She stares him down hard, without missing a single beat as she takes a swig out of the bottle.]

Tell me. What are you willing to do? Because right now, all I'm seeing is someone who isn't even the Nathan Drake I know. The Nathan Drake that I know doesn't give up. The man next to me is a bloody coward.

[sketchycharacter]

[That makes him bristle—seriously, how dare she suggest he doesn't love Elena—and that's probably all that keeps him from snapping back or even walking (staggering) out, because bristling takes concentration in his state.

So he listens. And glares. And then just sighs.]

Anything. I'm willing to do anything.