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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]

Huh. Maybe, one of these days. When I'm not in space anymore.

[Purple people aren't up to scratch compared to some of the shit out here. Or other places, going by what Dorian's said. Demons he can imagine, dragons he gets, darkspawn sounds shitty and creepy and probably really gross.

But ugh. Back to the current reality, had to happen eventually. Unfortunately.]

Oh what's to tell, I mean I just proved to my wife that I'm a dick who runs from the hard talks and all the progress we made fixing our marriage was fake bullshit.

[liberaltus]

I can't say that I'm much better, I ran away from my fiancé...granted we were arranged before either one of us could even speak. Marriage sounds...complicated.

[Doubly so in Dorian's case, but that was beside the point.

Dorian wasn't typically so schmaltzy, but he knew that this wasn't as causal a situation as he made it seem.

Carefully, the mage pulled Nate into the manliest half-hug he could manage considering the man's drunken state. He would blame this on the wine later.

Aaaaaaaand release.]

You love your wife, anyone can see it...when you talk about her you get this look on your face that I can't put a description to, it's almost nauseating...but adorable. Your marriage isn't fake...I've seen plenty of fake marriages, people who stay together for coin, prestige, power, and because it is what is expected of them. My parents can barely tolerate one another, I suspect I was the reason why- coy insults round every corner. They try not to stay in the same room together longer than they can manage, reason why I'm an only child.

[Ruffling Nate's hair.]

You've problems, but some things are not impossible to repair.

[sketchycharacter]

[Huh. Now that's a story, and he'd consider asking about it if he had more of his wits about him. Dorian hardly comes off as the marrying type...apparently there's a reason for that.

But then he catches Nate off guard with the very manly half-hug and hair ruffle and speech, not that that's hard.]

Makes it sound a lot more possible, the way you say it.

[And really, he wants it to be.]

Too bad they don't make duct tape for this.

[liberaltus]

[Ask him about it sometime when you're sober, he might be inclined to talk about it. Fair is fair and all of that.]

Of course, I have such a way with words, perhaps I should have warned you. And honestly, I think it is possible, easier when people love one another than when they do not.

[Of course it's impossible to work on anything when you loathe the other person. Nate has a better chance than most.]

I don't know what duck tape is, Nate. Is it a device used to truss up the limbs of unsuspecting waterfowl?

[sketchycharacter]

[If he remembers.]

Prob'ly, yeah.

[If he says that without an extreme amount of conviction, well...look at where he is now, in a situation where two people love one another.

Of course, Dorian said easier, not easy.]

Duct. Duct tape. It's tape for ducts. Do you have those? Naw, you must not. I bet a duck would get pretty pissed if you taped it up. Kinda want to try it now. But that's animal cruelty.

[liberaltus]

[Drink deep and plenty Nate, so they do not have that conversation.]

That's the spirit, Nate.

[All he needs is the proper motivation and someone to light a fire underneath him...Dorian will just have to find someone who can do that.]

You have the right of it there. [No ducts where he's from, they build things the old fashioned way.] I bet a duck would attack you if you tried it and, somehow, the idea tickles me.

[sketchycharacter]

[But like. Not a literal fire, right? Because you mages can do that at the drop off a hat and he'd rather not have a singed ass.]

You could probably get me to try it if I get drunk enough. No ducks around, though. What a tragedy.

[liberaltus]

[He could mean literal, it would score you some sympathy points if you went back to your wife with owies. Maybe.]

I suppose we'll have to forgo that little affair for a time when we're on a world with ducks. For now I suppose we drink and dream of the day.

[sketchycharacter]

[Considering the injuries he's come home with before, a singed ass probably wouldn't even register with Elena.]

Oh yeah. [He raises his glass.] Here's to the day we get to fight a duck.