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Communications Officer Doug Eiffel ([personal profile] 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--"

BZZZZZZZ

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cactusy: (who's giggling and why)

text; after fun times in Enclosure with Will and Malcolm

[personal profile] cactusy 2023-05-26 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
ok if i come by for some ceiling time?
cactusy: (I am in the mood)

[personal profile] cactusy 2023-05-26 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Five minutes later, she enters without preamble, announces--]

Puns are getting worse. And you should get a lock.

[And then propels herself into an upper corner. Bye.]
cactusy: (our big beautiful future cemetery)

[personal profile] cactusy 2023-05-26 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a "the mere existence of the Enclosure reminds me of how broken I am, and I'm not sure I can ever go back to the way I used to be, and I think being here is making me worse" existential crisis. It's "I don't feel fear but I think I'm scared".

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.
cactusy: (this is how I wanted things to be)

[personal profile] cactusy 2023-05-26 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
Reanimated in a body bag?

[She echoes, cracking an eye and shifting around a little so that she can peer down at him. That sounds like a story.]
cactusy: (I'm waiting for someone)

[personal profile] cactusy 2023-05-26 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
"No," she says, studying him carefully. Sorry, bro; that all definitely happened when she was dead and coma'd.
cactusy: (this is how I wanted things to be)

[personal profile] cactusy 2023-05-26 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, there sure is a lot to unpack there. My dead weight doesn't go unnoticed. Neither does the funeral apparently landing on his shoulders. Neither does the undisguised weariness in his voice: Shaw knows calm but exhausted well.

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.
cactusy: (are you aching to be murdered?)

[personal profile] cactusy 2023-05-29 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's... good?" she says, in a way that sounds like she's a little worried that she's wrong, and it just led to more horrors. "Did it last?"
cactusy: (our big beautiful future cemetery)

[personal profile] cactusy 2023-05-30 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Welp.

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."
cactusy: (all aboard the pain train)

[personal profile] cactusy 2023-05-30 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Her fingers are limp and unresponsive in his, at first. Then her arm tenses in discomfort, and then it forcibly relaxes, and she gives him a little squeeze back before they let go.

"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.