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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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[diamondhack]

That sounds like a much better plan than what you're doing right now.

[Isha's never been big on touch, or rather, hasn't been as the years went by. Even less now but...

Q takes up her moment, bumps his head gently into Nate's side with a whine. She would've perhaps offered a hug, if she were more inclined towards it, if she still weren't so obsessed with keeping some sort of reputation.

Some sort of order and familiarity.]

[sketchycharacter]

Be hard for it to be worse.

[He mutters it, more to himself than to Isha. He's not completely un-self aware. But when he'd come face to face with how badly he'd screwed up and how deeply he'd fooled himself into believing otherwise and how helpless he felt to fix it...tossing himself into the abyss of drunkenness had seemed easier, if not better.

He sighs and pats Q, then slides his arm around the metal pet and slumps/leans on it. At least the robot dog still likes him.]

[diamondhack]

I could think of a few ways it could be worse.

[Said wryly. After that, she offers nothing else for a long moment. It's not that she doesn't know what to do in these situations, it's just that she'd rather not do anything and not be involved.

Too late for that now.

She finally, finally simply bumps his shoulder with hers.]

You'll live. And you'll get her back. I have faith in that.

[sketchycharacter]

[He's slow to react, but when he does, Nate lifts his eyebrows as he looks at her and a ghost of a smile appears.

He recognizes that shoulder bump. It's a shoulder bump of friendship.]

...thanks, Ish.

[Here and now, it's really nice to know that someone does.]