8th Wave

[tentacruelest]

Th' next time this Barge feels like poking around in my head, I'll be keeping to my quarters. The lot of yeh - useless dregs not fit to scrub a floor. It's bad enough I'm locked in here with you, I don't need to call any of yeh friends.

[Private to Bush]

Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?

[Private to Arthas]

A word, my king.

[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]

Comments

[Private Video]

[forsaken_queen]

I don't ask wardens for favors.

[So that would be a 'no'.]

[Private Video]

[tentacruelest]

We've that in common. Despite my own always offering up his services, for one reason or another.

[surfaceshine]

No? You didn't want everyone to know you're ignoring them now?

[tentacruelest]

I wished for them to understand not to take last week's episode out of context!

[surfaceshine]

Why do you care what we do?

[tentacruelest]

I care about gaining as much peace of mind as I possibly can.

[surfaceshine]

And how does this achieve that?

[private]

[halftheman]

See you after dark.

[private]

[tentacruelest]

[And Davy clicks off his comm. The next time he appears, it will be on deck, past midnight]

[tentacruelest]

It allows a breath of acknowledgment before I kill the next person who disturbs me.

Re: Private

[shakenandlimp]

I'd prefer neither of you get hurt-!

[spam]

[halftheman]

[ Harvey's in his usual spot, smoking at the deck -- watching the sky twist by. There's a little package at his feet, wrapped and obscured, under a lounge chair. ]

private

[outofclothes]

Oh man, it's been a while since I've been called to the principal's office.

[spam]

[tentacruelest]

[Having warmed himself up from earlier fighting with his warden inside the CTS, Davy comes up to the deck in better spirits than he last left it. He sees Dent smoking and takes the opportunity to light up his own pipe, watching the man]

[pvtparts]

You've committed significantly fewer murders since four months ago, sir.

[tentacruelest]

Wait.

[outofclothes]

I think usually people say something about rubber and glue at this point.

[pvtparts]

I can be incredibly patient, sir, but it seems to be that it will be well-past my natural lifespan before you do something like that again.

[spam]

[halftheman]

[ Harvey's noticed. He doesn't mind the company anymore than he minds the potential combat. He glances over, before he smiles to himself. Jim was a pipe-smoker; the memory it stirs is bittersweet. ]

So can I ask you a question? Before we proceed with senseless violence.

[spam]

[tentacruelest]

[Jones gives an indifferent shrug in response, setting his claw down on the railing]

Ask your question.

[tentacruelest]

What makes yeh so sure of that, Perks?

[tentacruelest]

[Completely flummoxed here]

Rubber and glue...?

[pvtparts]

As I said, sir, Captain Bush is doing well with you.

[spam]

[halftheman]

Why are we bothering?

[ He's had time past his initial foolish impulse to think on it, to mull it over with his better half, and now they want to know why. ]

Iris means you no real harm, and her offense is sharp, but men of our stature should be able to handle the nattering of one woman. And she does natter. God, does she.

I understand pride. I've hurt men for less. But here, it seems... meaningless, the longer we engage it. Tiring.

[ He takes a drag, smoke slipping through the gap in his cheek, though most of it makes it down into his lungs. ]

Or maybe that's just our black mood talking. The mirror told us harsh truths, and we have found little pleasure since.

[outofclothes]

Sticks & stones?