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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.

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[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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[sonywalkman]

wait hold up HOLD UP

you're MARRIED?

[Nate, shut up, that's kind of hard to believe. Because someone, named Peter Quill, has projection issues. And committment issues. And...really, this is his own fault, but somehow it's actually Nate's. You're welcome.]

[sketchycharacter]

trust me i'm as surprised as you are

[Nate has fucked up so much that he has become a black hole of fucking up that sucks in all blame so yeah, it probably is his fault.]

[sonywalkman]

no you're no

YOU'RE MARRIED?

[sketchycharacter]

YES

i mean we'll see how long that lasts but unless they have Space Divorce i'm probably set for now

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[arcreact]

[ Good god, fam. ]

grenade metaphor might be a little insensitive here, just saying

where are you
can you tell
i don't know where on the drunk scale you are

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[sketchycharacter]

i thought about that myself but then i decided it better illustrates my point

[not really, though, since not many people know about the Flynn thing.]

uhhhh
around
i'd say i'm doing all right because i can still spell but truthfully i'm just good at drunk spelling and this has autocorrect

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[otiosity]

well drinking until your liver cries and gives up is probably not a good strategy. unless she's into... that. not that i'm judging.

[sonywalkman]

you're

dude this is weird. major weird. what the WHAT weird. maybe not weird science weird but

ok. ok. fine.

so how did you fuck up?

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[sketchycharacter]

fuck you it's the best strategy. i can handle it. my liver is mighty.

[sketchycharacter]

that's not important i just need to know how to UN fuck

shit
that sounds weird

[sonywalkman]

uh isn't it kind of important
i mean
i can talk my way out of some bullshit man but
i usually need to know what bullshit i'm talking my way out of?

just...you know. saying.

[sketchycharacter]

well
look it's just really bad and i might need another drink before i can go into it
can you wait a couple of minutes

[sonywalkman]

that depends on how drunk you already are
like are we talking i need to come over and hold your hair back or your hand or whatever while you puke in the morning or...

[otiosity]

well thank the maker for that. i'd hate to have to find your body. anyway, i can't say i have much advice. i've been been told i have the emotional depth of a spoon. and im pretty sure they mean a small one. not a soup ladle.

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[arcreact]

as the reigning champion of coherent drunk typing
yeah it really doesn't mean much

you're gonna need to do better than "around", though
at least send me a picture of what's in front of you
and i don't mean the pile of empty bottles because that's already a given

[sketchycharacter]

too late i already had the next drink
also i'm not thinking about tomorrow
ok. ok. did you mean the first or second time i fucked up.

[sonywalkman]

the one you're trying to talk your way out of
...unless that IS both

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[sketchycharacter]

[After a couple of minutes and some fumbling Tony just receives this as a jpeg attachment. On the plus side, the stars in the background clearly indicate that Nate is on the observation deck and probably lying on his back.]

[sketchycharacter]

it's cool if you find me dead you don't have to do anything. just text elena fisher and let her know she's free now. maybe send flowers but they don't have to be pretty.

[sketchycharacter]

one kind of led to the other all right. sort of. we wouldn't be in this situation if i hadn't fucked up originally. or if she'd had some fucking sense about who to marry.

[sonywalkman]

well yeah sometimes girls are stupid and then we're stupid right back

that doesn't tell me anything though

[chipouttaluck]

i dunno. try not fucking it up?

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[diamondhack]

Oh my God Nate.

[Apparently she's okay with calling him Nate now that was fast.]

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[arcreact]

it's called a PNG
this isn't 2004

[ But okay, fine, he's dragging himself up to the observation after about ten minutes, footfalls somewhere above Nate's head announcing his arrival. ]

Lookin' good, champ.

[otiosity]

oh that's a better idea. i was going to text dorian and ask if he wanted to do necro things to you. though getting your corpse to hold the flowers might be a little dark.