[040] I had visions, I was in them

[notafuckingnut]

[PUBLIC - video]

I got an idea. A brilliant fucking idea.

How about we just...don't get off when the ship stops. I mean...it's pretty much always some shithole, an' even when it isn't you can't stick around. So what's the point in gettin' off at all? Just tie yourself down if you gotta, or stay off the damn deck period, and fuck it.

Then at least we wouldn't have everybody so fuckin' pissed about it all the time.


[PRIVATE to Lua]

How long I gotta stay on this shit again?


[PRIVATE to Seth]

Can we do something? Like...I don't even care what. But I'm going fucking stir crazy over here. And you owe me.

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[notafuckingnut]

[He's quiet for a moment, a long moment, just kind of...watching him. Like he's waiting for something.]

Okay, good. I mean...sucks for the rest of 'em, but it was just a preacher, Seth. They're a dime a dozen, you don't hafta feel so bad about it. Shit happens, man, wasn't like you asked for those freaks.

[But there's a silent question behind it all. What else, what are you holding back?]

[alwayshasaplan]

He wasn't just a preacher, Richie, most preachers are fake. That guy was the real deal. And he had a family. It doesn't sit well, Richie. Some people just don't deserve to die young.

[He almost adds "like Mom", but he knows that will really upset Richie.]

Yeah, I ah...tried to warn you that I'd been thinking too much.

[notafuckingnut]

Seems like that's something that happens a lot around here.

[He frowns, looks unsettled but really he's not the one who does the introspection thing. He still doesn't really think he needs to.]

[alwayshasaplan]

I think when I go back there's gotta be some changes. More Thomas Crowne, less Wild Bunch. It's the casualties, Richie. After you died they started getting to me. I keep thinking about Kate, and how she probably feels what I felt then times about five.

I don't know. I don't know where I'm going with this.

[notafuckingnut]

...We.

[You're not leaving him here, Seth. You're not.]

[alwayshasaplan]

We. Jesus, I'm being self centered. Sorry. Truth is no matter who gets out first I think we should wait and go together. I'm preparing myself for it. [He reaches over and pats the stack of books on his desk.]

We got a future, a non-shitty future, waiting for us back home when we get the hell out of here. And I even have a plan to contribute to it while we're here.

[notafuckingnut]

[Much better answer. He relaxes, grins, and now he's more willing to listen to what he's got to say.]

You promise?

[Well. Mostly. But so long as Seth's sure:]

What kind of a plan?

[alwayshasaplan]

Fuckin' swear it.

[He chuckles.] Well, it came to me while we were Indiana Jonesing our asses around. We go to all these different worlds, right? And we can't bring back weapons and shit, or cash because who knows if it'll pass if we get back home, right? But no matter where we go there are some things that never lose value.

Here, c'mon. Hold out your hands and close your eyes.

[notafuckingnut]

...okay...?

[Ordinarily he'd ask first, but it's Seth, and he mostly trusts that Seth knows what he's going.

No, make that always trusts that he knows what he's doing. He does as instructed, although it's clear he doesn't want to close his eyes.]

What, like jewelry? We're gonna be jewelry thieves now?

[alwayshasaplan]

[Seth goes to a drawer that has two identical pouches in it. He takes one out and pours the contents into Richie's hands. Heavy cold coins and a small pile of multicolored jewels.]

There ya go...how do you like them apples?

[He smiles slowly.] My brother, we don't even have to do that. Every time we go to a normal Port we get money, right? We can shop for anything as long as it isn't weapons. We could pick up gold bullion, jewelry, what the hell ever, on this place's dime, and just save it all.

Basically I am proposing that we scam the fucking Admiral.