[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.

Comments

[notiaraincluded]

Do you really want cabin fever to run rampant on this ship?

[notafuckingnut]

Who said anything about cabin fever? It's a big boat.

I'm just saying. If everybody's gonna bitch about how bad it is every time they leave every single time it happens, then just don't get off. Problem solved.

[notiaraincluded]

Not that big.

Besides, complaining's like the official sport on the Barge. You're better off tuning most of that shit out.

[notafuckingnut]

Doesn't mean I should have to listen to it in the first place.

[truth_is_cold]

Because then we would wake up in a strange bed shackled at the ankle to another random passenger in nothing but our underwear or lack thereof.

[It's true.]

[surrenders]

Long as it's helping you. Something wrong?

[She's used to keeping him occupied, but between him and Ladd and her real inmate someone had to give.]

[notafuckingnut]

...nah, that's something different though. That would happen either way.

[truth_is_cold]

I genuinely don't trust him not to do that, though. If he wants us off the ship, he'll manage a way to do it. In the last instance, everyone that was awake was transported off. We had no options.

[alwayshasaplan]

[Seth's eyebrows go up at Richie's last statement.]

I owe you? Who the fuck gave up any chance at a fucking normal life to look after your ass?

[Finally he just sighs and rakes a hand back through his hair.]

Come knock on my door. We'll come up with something.

[notafuckingnut]

No, not...I'm okay. It's fine, whatever. I was just...wondering.

[notafuckingnut]

[Don't say those things out loud, Seth. They hurt; it's not his fault.]

You sure? You're not busy or anything?

[notafuckingnut]

Yeah, but...you could get back on at least. Once you figured out where it was.

[alwayshasaplan]

[He never would. He's got a good censor. He's just having a shitty time.]

I am absolutely fucking sure. Besides, even if I was on shift I'd call off for this. Fuck it. I'll leave the door unlocked.

[notafuckingnut]

[WHAT HAPPENED SETH he will kick their collective asses if needed. He could use a distraction.]

Okay. Long as you're sure. I'll be there in a few.

[And "a few" later, there's a tentative knock followed by inching the door open and a Richie slipping inside.]

[truth_is_cold]

Generally we couldn't. Most of us were dragged away and used for our captors decrepit laziness or vile entertainment before we had a chance to retaliate. I'm only grateful that it wasn't for food or procreation.

[Sorry for the overly practical dialog, Richie. He really hated that last port.]

In any case, it's incredibly foolish to place the blame on a victim for when something bad happens to them. It is the fault of the perpetrators.

[surrenders]

You hearing stuff again?

[alwayshasaplan]

[He's visibly haggard. But he gives his brother one of his real smiles and goes over to thump him on the shoulder and hand him a chilled Coke.] Here ya go. In a bit we should move up to beers and pool.

[On his desk, besides the box of Heavy Metal, are some books from the library about accounting and running a business.]

How's it hanging on your end? I mostly can't complain, though I kinda had to save my Warden's ass a few times.

Not Here.

[trenchcoatedly]

[You shouldn't say that to your brother, Seth.]

^_^

[alwayshasaplan]

[He didn't! Thought it for a second though. It's been a long month. :/]

[notafuckingnut]

...oh.

Well I'm not really saying it's your fault. I'm just saying everybody should quit complaining about everything all the time. Just do something about it.

[Because he's never complained about anything before. Right.

Victim blaming? What victim blaming. Who does that.]

[truth_is_cold]

[Rhade sort of looks one way. Then the other. Opens his mouth. Closes it.

Goes on.]

You do realize you're complaining about people complaining.

[notafuckingnut]

No... Well, I mean. Yeah, but. It's not that, that's normal, I can ignore it, it's fine. It's just...

[Shift shift, fidget fidget.]

When most people take shit. Like, 'cause they've got an infection or something so the doc gives 'em a scrip. They get to a point where they don't have to take it anymore 'cause they're fixed.

[notafuckingnut]

[Coke? Seriously? It gets him a funny look, like "what are you trying to pull here?" but he'll take it. Nod agreeably at the loose plan while he looks around the place, checking out what's changed since the last time he was in here, and the books get a frown but no immediate reaction.]

Okay. No complaints here either. You got back okay?

[Of course he did. It's Seth, he always does.]

[notafuckingnut]

Yeah, but that's different.

[truth_is_cold]

Well, at least I know you have the self-interest down. Though you may want to work on expanding it. Most people are more inclined to suffer or even care about your opinions if you at least acknowledge their discomfort.