Communications Officer Doug Eiffel (
littletonoidea) wrote2022-03-02 01:29 am
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"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"
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text; after fun times in Enclosure with Will and Malcolm
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Puns are getting worse. And you should get a lock.
[And then propels herself into an upper corner. Bye.]
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[He's got his modified alarm and a spot welder today, and raises an eyebrow at Shaw in her corner.]
Is this an "I don't wanna talk about it" temper tantrum or an "I've used up all my people skills" time out?
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But she's not sure how to put that into words without freaking him out, and she figures that she already worries him enough. There's a noticeable pause before she answers, unsaid words spilling silently out into the empty space around her body.]
The second. I guess. But, uh-- hey, sorry about dying, you know? Both times.
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So his response is a low, calm hum.]
Nah. Don't be. You're still here, right? And I didn't have to listen to you get reanimated in a body bag, so. I can put my big boy pants on for you.
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[She echoes, cracking an eye and shifting around a little so that she can peer down at him. That sounds like a story.]
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"I told you about the funeral, right?"
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His voice is low and calm, but with the familiar, gentle rasp of exhaustion to it.
"To make a long story short, well. We found out what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. Captain dead, I.T. chick dead, Hilbert dead. So, I do the only thing you can do, right? Throw a funeral."
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Slowly, she pushes away from the ceiling, still watching him closely.
"Hey," she says. "I'm sorry."
Her voice is flat; quiet. She's not sure he can tell how badly she means that.
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"I think I only got people to come 'cos Kepler and Jacobi were technically prisoners, and Hera didn't have much of a choice 'cos she was the room. But, y'know. I found some body bags, got the captain and the tech-roach zipped up, and... you know, got to say a few words for people."
He takes a deep breath, and wishes he had a cigarette as he sighs it out. "But halfway through we got hit by the contact event - the Dear Listeners made waves, literally, and something about their bullshit psychic mojo made Lovelace come back to life. And when the commander unzipped her body bag, the headshot was already healing over. Good as new."
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Shaw lets herself float a little closer - close enough that she can reach out and pat his shoulder, lightly and a little awkwardly.
"I've never been a funeral kind of person. I walked out of the last one I went to. But it sucks that you had to do that on your own."
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"Yeah, it wasn't great. Nearly went back to my old friend to make it go by a bit faster, but. The teetotaller lives another day."
He swallows quietly as he releases her again, and looks up at her. "You don't have to apologise when you die, you know. Not to me. Only if you don't come back."
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"Good," she says, wryly. "Because, uh-- let's just say I have a pretty dangerous lifestyle."
And why would that change on the Barge?
"I haven't really told you too much about home, have I."
She knows she hasn't. But she also feels like she should, after what he's shared - and what's more, she feels like she wouldn't mind. Feels like she wants to, even.