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GAL FRIDAY:
THE CAPTAIN:
unless he likes you then it's more like
PIRATE JENNY GUABANCEX JENNY:
THE CAPTAIN:
unless he likes you then it's more like
You're a literal animated skeleton, how can you not believe in an afterlife. I thought you guys had like, hills where your dead go.
[ Y'know like, the Irish. Those guys. Still, there's a harshness to his phrasing that twists a knot in her gut. Understandable, considering what she's heard of the trial, but it's still... disappointing? That's probably the word for it. Someone needs to be the one with any faith in humanity, and it's not Darcy. ]
He could hand it off to someone who does, anyway. And I've been doing my best but he still doesn't give half a shit about me. Same as it's always been. He only cares about you and you know it.
[ Y'know like, the Irish. Those guys. Still, there's a harshness to his phrasing that twists a knot in her gut. Understandable, considering what she's heard of the trial, but it's still... disappointing? That's probably the word for it. Someone needs to be the one with any faith in humanity, and it's not Darcy. ]
He could hand it off to someone who does, anyway. And I've been doing my best but he still doesn't give half a shit about me. Same as it's always been. He only cares about you and you know it.
[He will think back to that comment after the trial, but for now he just nods.]
Did you get enough power from these occasions where no one died?
Did you get enough power from these occasions where no one died?
[hmmm.]
Do all the pieces you gave away manifest as physical objects, like the cuff?
Do all the pieces you gave away manifest as physical objects, like the cuff?
[nods] All thoughts manifest physically outside of the mind.
[with just a hint of "like, duh, everyone knows that" on top.]
[with just a hint of "like, duh, everyone knows that" on top.]
Oh, of course. Silly me.
[EYEROLL.]
So the memories become physical objects, but you don't necessarily know which object belongs to each memory. It would be too easy for you to have stored a piece in the jewelry shop, I suppose...
[pause]
...I should probably deal with the fallout from the trial before I start on this. [reluctantly, because mysteries are so much more fun than facing all the people you've let down.]
[EYEROLL.]
So the memories become physical objects, but you don't necessarily know which object belongs to each memory. It would be too easy for you to have stored a piece in the jewelry shop, I suppose...
[pause]
...I should probably deal with the fallout from the trial before I start on this. [reluctantly, because mysteries are so much more fun than facing all the people you've let down.]
Hm.
[kinda. visibly starting to doze off. like someone who has been awake for three days.]
Probably a good idea... Hm. It's not always objects.
[kinda. visibly starting to doze off. like someone who has been awake for three days.]
Probably a good idea... Hm. It's not always objects.
[as much as he'd like to pull the Captain onto the couch, turn the whole room into a cozy hodgepodge of comfortable hotel rooms and go back to sleep for, say, three more days... he knows he can't. it would be supremely unfair to everyone, especially Ava, Darcy and Fio.
but maybe he can at least get the Captain comfortable on this weirdly lumpy little couch.or turn the couch into a bed and force him to keep it that way!]
What else can they turn into? [as he unsubtly rearranges himself to make room.]
but maybe he can at least get the Captain comfortable on this weirdly lumpy little couch.
What else can they turn into? [as he unsubtly rearranges himself to make room.]
I do prefer it when you don't knock. [spoken immediately after he appears a foot or so away from her.] The door has a tendency to echo inside.
Yeah, for obvious reasons.
[ Ugh. ]
Can't you give me someone else's ability to regenerate? Like Natsuno's? Is that a thing at least?
[ Ugh. ]
Can't you give me someone else's ability to regenerate? Like Natsuno's? Is that a thing at least?
[ His eyes go to her, zeroing in on her voice. ]
Right. A-all right, good. I... [ exhale. He forces himself to just ask outright. ] I would like to confirm whether Steve Harrington is still a passenger on board this ship.
Right. A-all right, good. I... [ exhale. He forces himself to just ask outright. ] I would like to confirm whether Steve Harrington is still a passenger on board this ship.
She goes abruptly very still, for what would be the space of half a breath if her breath weren't frozen in her throat. Then turns to face him, folding her hands in front of her.
(He's nearly a foot taller than her. It's possibly the least intimidating thing about him, and in these close quarters it's suddenly the one she feels most sharply.)
"I have been thinking over something you said at the game, last month. You called us ingrates." Calm, steady, polite, calm. "I don't know whether you meant it generally or with regard to that specific instance, but ... speaking generally, is our gratitude something you want?"
(He's nearly a foot taller than her. It's possibly the least intimidating thing about him, and in these close quarters it's suddenly the one she feels most sharply.)
"I have been thinking over something you said at the game, last month. You called us ingrates." Calm, steady, polite, calm. "I don't know whether you meant it generally or with regard to that specific instance, but ... speaking generally, is our gratitude something you want?"
I would imagine creating something alive out of nothing is a near impossible feat. You'd have to have a deep understanding of everything about it, from how it breaths, to how it walks, to how the heart beats. Not to mention the functions of intelligence and the brain.
[Not even the Creator could make something alive from nothing. He had to start small and build his way up.]
But, this is simply a sketch on a piece of paper and you can draw anything you like. If the rose isn't to your liking, I can show you how to draw something else.
[Not even the Creator could make something alive from nothing. He had to start small and build his way up.]
But, this is simply a sketch on a piece of paper and you can draw anything you like. If the rose isn't to your liking, I can show you how to draw something else.
Um... uh...
[ Trembling! It takes all her strength to not run off or have a sudden meltdown. She hasn't forgotten the horrors during her earlier days on the ship. But nothing scary is happening right now. He's just greeting her. ]
Hi. [ Fio shakily lifts up the tiny package, offering it to him. Just "hi", though? Mentally kicking herself. The words she practiced in front of the dolls are starting to be forgotten...] Hi, Mister Captain.
Thank you, for taking care of Judy. And thank you for taking care of Da- [ A pause. Almost a slip up, but she wonders if she can say the title easily. ] Thank you for taking care of my daddy.
[ Trembling! It takes all her strength to not run off or have a sudden meltdown. She hasn't forgotten the horrors during her earlier days on the ship. But nothing scary is happening right now. He's just greeting her. ]
Hi. [ Fio shakily lifts up the tiny package, offering it to him. Just "hi", though? Mentally kicking herself. The words she practiced in front of the dolls are starting to be forgotten...] Hi, Mister Captain.
Thank you, for taking care of Judy. And thank you for taking care of Da- [ A pause. Almost a slip up, but she wonders if she can say the title easily. ] Thank you for taking care of my daddy.
"So why do you allow it to continue? What are you getting out of this?"
[cocks head] I, generally, don't do things that warrant gratitude from anyone. I do not require it, nor do I particularly want it.
... You're. Welcome. [that's how you respond to that right. that's how that social interaction works.
idly rubs at his knuckles. he glances at the package, but only manages a few seconds before he's back to staring at the ground a foot to the left of her.] What do you have there.
idly rubs at his knuckles. he glances at the package, but only manages a few seconds before he's back to staring at the ground a foot to the left of her.] What do you have there.
Oh, it depends. [he manages to get the hint, lifting himself up off the floor.] Could be anything... Anywhere. Anyone. Depends on the thought.
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