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thisavrou2016-07-10 03:49 pm
sketchycharacter) wrote in thisavrou2016-07-10 03:49 pm
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[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.)]
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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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.]
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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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action forever OR UNTIL THE END OF THIS THREAD
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I quickly cropped and iconned a cap JUST for this tag
i am blessed
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[Apparently she's okay with calling him Nate now that was fast.]
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Second, don't think about it until you're sober or you'll end up doing something stupid
MORE stupid
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as for the question.
dont know? what do you want to do?
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[From one married man who has fucked things up severely at some point to another.]
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Action! - Option 3
Okay, not really but Adrien did tend to spend a lot of time on the observation deck as a matter of course; just ask Tony. He wasn't actually here to deliberately poke at Nate, believe it or not. He'd seen the man's network message and had absolutely no idea how to respond.
Adrien and relationships were laughable at best, he was certainly no one to be giving advice on the damn things. He'd fight like hell to ensure that Nate got back to Elena, he'd fight like hell to ensure that Elena was safe and medically sound. But giving advice in the middle of a domestic?
No one wanted that shit; seriously.
The doctor was here to seek out some semblance of balance for his own issues, his head down as he paced along. Courser was padding along slightly in front of him and it was the bahari who spotted Nate first and with a curious flicker of his colorful ears, he trotted over to the man. ]
Cour ... [ Adrien began to call him back, becoming aware that the observation deck was occupied before realizing it was Nate.
Seeing the man in person it was ... not a pretty sight at all. ]
Nate?
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Sounds to me like you'd just fuck it up a third time.
[ Best advice. You're welcome. ]
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Join a hopeless cause and devote your life to it, never allowing yourself intimacy again because it would feel like yet another betrayal?]Okay, pal, here's what you do. First off, you're going to have to apologize. Like, serious grovelling if that's what it takes. And listen to her, that's super important. She's probably going to want to talk about everything you did wrong and every reason why you're a shit. Let her. And agree with her. Do some kind of thoughtful gesture for her so she remembers that you're not always a shit. Flowers, chocolates, silencer for her favorite pistol, whatever she'll appreciate.
After you've done all that, if she takes you back again DON'T FUCK UP AGAIN. That part's super important. Think of apologies as like genie wishes. You only get so many, after you use your allotment they won't fucking work any more because the genie now thinks that you're just a manipulative asshole who never learns.
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say sorry ??? maybe??
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Be sincere. Don't use the word "but" after any apology. If she gets upset, let her vent — don't muddle the apology by trying to explain the logic path of why you were an asshole. Don't make any promises if you don't think they'll stick.
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On the other hand, he can't sleep because he keeps feeling like he's going to roll over onto his glass arm and break it under him, so this is as good a distraction as any. ]
Well, how did you fuck it up? Both times.
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video- because why the hell would Dorian use anything else
[No, he's not going to be very helpful here, because Dorian has come to accept the fact that it's the people you love who disappoint you the most.
Really, he doesn't know how to be helpful.]
I've no words of wisdom for you, but I'll gladly help you drink.
[He might even tell you a story Nate, one that might help, and because you're drunk it's the best time to tell you a story.]
video; of course
video; he does it because he adores you so much
video; yay :c
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It was always someone, that was the point.
And here, now, this time it was Elena. All because now it had to do with their marriage. Their marriage and his secrets. Though, she supposes she was also partly to blame this time around.
Anyway, the point is— that's how it went when Victor Goddamn Sullivan wasn't around to peel a drunken lovesick fool off the ground and put him properly to bed. It was her or him. Frankly, Elena should've just brought a pillow and a blanket, make sure he was tucked away in a corner and cover him up so he could sleep it off.
She lets herself onto the deck, making a face at the chill tickling her cheeks. It was always coldest up here. One step forward, two steps...and there he was...
Spotting him is what makes her hang back, watching on uncertainly. He's probably so drunk he wouldn't notice her there anyway, it would give her a chance to quietly step back out and leave him there for the night.
And why not? He'd walked out on her, what stopped her from doing the same to him? ]
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But can I have some of your stash anyway?
[C'mon bro.]
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Look man, you get someone, you keep screwing it up, there is only so many times before getting back with you is disrespect for herself.
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She rushes to intercept, cupping her hand beneath his and raising the bottle to a less dangerous angle. It's a tricky business, since her right arm and part of her left hand are now made of glass, but she doesn't grab him, just blocks him. ]
That's precious stuff now, you know.
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text; i'm late as hell but WELP
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SILENTLY JUDGINGCOME TO CRASH THE PARTY oh wait it's not this dude, he's too much of a gentleman to do that.]If we're talking as severe as you're indicating, it's going to be many steps- not just one. More often than not, time is the usual healer in these scenarios, but love is a complex and picky mistress in how she acts. That never changes, no matter the place or the realm, I've found.
Love can cause a great amount of joy as well as pain. It all depends on how much you want to work for it.
[And for Élise, Arno would go to the ends of every universe in every realm, if he had to. He will do everything for her in an instant.]
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