( pissy teenager taking it out on his mommy by slamming doors vibes intensify... )
I feel like he should let you go in there now. A bunch of them just revolted, you got possessed, part of the ship caved in. Wouldn't it be important to make sure nothing else weird's going on down there?
[omg, fingertips over her mouth, trying to hide a grin at how absolutely cute this is and that she was RIGHT the Captain is SHY.]
Ah. It's my understanding. That's the obligation of a best friend. When one enters into... you know, a new relationship. I'm not sure what it entails other than a shovel and talking.
... Skulduggery is probably threatening Peter with a skull bashing right this moment, I bet. [fondly, of them both]
[After a while standing at that door with no response, she had assumed she wasn't going to get one. The note she finds later. It's obvious; it's the only thing out-of-place in that cabin of hers.
Is she going to open it? Of course she is. Carefully.]
It's dark half of second shift. For the non-spacers among us, that's the early hours in the morning. Here's Ari, outside the captain's door again, still with her fancy coat on. Calling out, nice and loud:]
Come out, Captain Dickbutt!
[Well, if you will leave nothing but your signature...]
[will not recommend talking to Sharky, especially since the poor guy is really going Through It right now]
It's... new to me. Never really went through that stage, growing up, nobody ever talked to me about it. Didn't think anyone would ever see me that way, be able to look past my... condition, even if I could meet anyone. Hard when they label your existence top secret. Never thought even if I'd somehow trust anyone enough to touch me, that it would feel good, when I was so used to everything just... hurting.
A lot of it's still really confusing and I am really worried about messing up, or... having him realize how messed up I actually am. But talking about it's helped. Figure out how I feel and what I want and... make it less scary.
[it's strange, he thinks. to have your own life repeated back to you as someone else's. maybe that's what empathy is. something he's only read in stories.]
... Remembering was an impossible task. The truth is... debilitating. This sense that every day is just one more step towards the inevitable... I couldn't bear its weight and continue existence at the same time. And, so, I would make myself forget.
[...]
And yet, here we are. Over a month into it. And I wouldn't want to lose a second of it. I want to remember everything.
[Surprise, binch, it's your favorite Murderburder (unless you've got another favorite from some other timeline), outside the bridge with its media player again. Except it's not watching Sanctuary Moon. It's there with its watercolors and an episode of Bob Ross.
And a couple spare pieces of watercolor paper and brushes. In case.]
[She did store the original away safely, so that'll be a little surprise for her at some point in future, finding it's gone. Ari holds what she thinks is the second one, and speaks almost conversationally, as if she thinks he's standing right behind that door. She trusts he'll hear her, regardless.]
It's a unique calling card, I'll give you that. But I know you've met with your other captives [she's not going to sugarcoat it] so am I to conclude that you're too nervous to talk to me? I've met a lot of captains, and that's not very captainly behavior, hiding away on the bridge.
[Of course she knows by now that he's not physically threatened by her. He has the power of life and death, in a much more literal fashion than any ordinary captain. Yet there are other reasons a person could be nervous - so she's going to poke at it.]
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