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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]

Ever think of looking for the receipt?

[Ha ha. It's not funny at all. Nate looks up at Adrien as he stands, but doesn't move to follow him.]

Giving up on the lost cause?

[prorenataa]

[ It's alright Nate, he was still pretty close to the ground, even standing.

At the question, he looked back at the man. His expression was, unsmiling as ever but at the same time there was a relaxed, perhaps even ruefully amused glint in his eyes. ]

I don't think you're a lost cause, Nate. [ He said. ] And I don't think you're marriage is a lost cause either. No one gets to be in this [ he motioned at the man's general state ] much pain unless they care about someone or something very much.

And despite how it looks to you right this minute, I believe she reciprocates your feelings ... or I doubt you two would have fought so sharply.

[ As he speaks, he turns around so he's face Nate, hands pushing into the pockets of his lab coat. ]

But I offered you my advice, you explained why it's not a path you're interested in pursuing and I'm not going to sit here and harangue you about it. We've already agreed I'm not going to pester you for details about what's wrong ... so I figured this was the end to the conversation?

[sketchycharacter]

[Considering the black pit of near-despair that Nate's thrown himself into, these are surprisingly optimistic words, ones he hasn't really earned. They should be encouraging, motivating. Maybe once he sobers up, if he remembers them, they will be.

But right now he still just feels sick and hollow.]

I guess it is.

[Doesn't mean he won't keep thinking about it, though. Nate lifts a bottle and salutes Adrien.]

See you around, doc. Hopefully I don't end up one of your patients.

[prorenataa]

[ Though he expects the meaning is otherwise, a hint of dry humor sneaks into tired blue eyes and Adrien arches an eyebrow. ]

Disparaging my medical competency, Mr. Fisher?

[ Yes, he's an ass and uses the 'Fisher' surname deliberately. ]

[sketchycharacter]

[Ha! That actually gets a dry laugh.]

Wouldn't dream of it. But you've got enough people to look after already.

[prorenataa]

[ Nate was not wrong in that statement and Adrien gave an acknowledging nod. ]

If you could avoid landing in the MedBay due to alcohol poisoning, I'd appreciate it.

[ He agreed and perhaps slid in a low stress suggestion that Nate back off the sauce. At least for a bit.

However, he wasn't here to babysit the man and with another nod turned to head back towards Medical. ]

[sketchycharacter]

I'll do my best but no promises.

[He waves behind him and doesn't watch the doctor go. But he won't forget what he said.]