[026] I'm an optimistic pirate and I love my black spot

[notafuckingnut]

[PUBLIC -- video]

Why can't more shit that happens around here be like that? I mean, come on. Pirates, how is that not cool. I haven't had that much fun from the Admiral's shitty driving since Vegas. Just throw in Prohibition in Chicago and that's like...the trifecta.


[PRIVATE to Claire]

So that flood we had before was You were kind of

[Nothing sent.]

Comments

[notafuckingnut]

And, you know. Pirate things. [he might have gotten into an argument with someone and stabbed him a few times, but he wasn't anybody on the Barge normally, he doesn't count.]

...Why?

[it sounds like she's prying. She may be, she may not be, but it's too much like when Seth would try to make sure he hadn't been up to anything he shouldn't. Leading. Repeating.]

[surrenders]

[ She smiles like she's actually interested. ] Sounded like you had fun.

Long as nobody's got a grudge. Think a guy might still be mad I tried to cut his leg off.

[notafuckingnut]

Yeah, it was alright. Shouldn't be any grudges, I don't think anybody I got into it with was from here really. They didn't look familiar anyway.

Why'd you try to cut somebodys arm off?

[that sounds way more interesting anyway]

[surrenders]

Last port. [ That should be enough of an explanation. ]

[notafuckingnut]

Well you were just doing your job. They can't hold it against you.

[surrenders]

[ A limp shrug to say it doesn't matter, they might anyway. ] Glad you had a good time.

You hear from Castiel lately? [ There's nothing in the question, just conversation. Might as well check in with you now instead of later. ]

[notafuckingnut]

Yeah. He woke up finally.

[a shrug. Not much of a conversation, but still.]

[surrenders]

Say anything to you?

[notafuckingnut]

Not really. He just asked about Barge comas mostly.

[...why?]

[surrenders]

[ A nod. ] How about before? He trying to help you?

[notafuckingnut]

He wanted to talk about how I died. And why. ...and what i was talking to you about before.

[and now he looks uncomfortable, like the next past is outright distasteful.]

And he wanted to talk about Claire.

[surrenders]

[ She makes a soft, nervous sound and makes sure she's turned around when she asks the question, neatening up something invisible. ] He knows about that?

[notafuckingnut]

He's my warden. Of course he knows. I don't know HOW he knows, but he does. ...probably Claire.

[normally he doesn't have this problem because they're dead, so they can't say anything unpleasant. don't worry, Lua, he doesn't suspect you. Mostly]

I don't think he believes me about it though.

[surrenders]

He listen to your side?

[notafuckingnut]

He LISTENED, sure. Don't think he bought it though.

[surrenders]

... you sure you remembered it right, Richie?

[notafuckingnut]

Of course I did. Why wouldn't I? Why would you even say something like that?

[surrenders]

Sometimes people don't. [ A roll of her shoulders like it's the most normal thing to have happen. ] You start telling a story, a guy who was there with you says "No, that's not how it went", then you think about it and remember he's right.

[notafuckingnut]

Yeah, but I KNOW what happened, okay? I was there.

[and now he's getting agitated and defensive]

[surrenders]

Didn't say you weren't there or you didn't see it. Just... sometimes there's a lot going on at once. Two people there, two different stories, Castiel isn't going to know who to believe, especially when people get mixed up.

[ She steps over to him and puts his hand on his arm. ] It's going to be all right, okay?

[notafuckingnut]

But I'm RIGHT. Whatever she says, I'm right. I know I am.

[but he sounds petulant, and almost like he's trying to convince himself as well as her. He relaxes at the contact though, albeit fractionally. Either way it seems to help.]

Yeah, I know. You believe me though, right?

[hopeful, almost pleading]

[surrenders]

You're telling me what you remember. Got that.

But she came over a couple days ago, okay? Sounded like there wasn't anyone for her but Jesse then.

[notafuckingnut]

Okay, so she changed her mind again, they worked things out. Whatever. I'm just saying.

But you believe me, right?

[More agitated; he's getting twitchy now, and no he's not going to stop asking until he gets an answer. He NEEDS an answer.]

[surrenders]

Know what you remember. [ Come on, Richie, she already told you what she thinks. ]

But if it happened that way? I don't know.

[notafuckingnut]

[He frowns.]

...So you don't. Because I'm right, that's what happened. And anything she's telling you...she's lying.

[A hint of desperation; he needs to be right, he won't know what to do if he isn't.]