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Uh-oh, we're in trouble, something's come along and it's burst our bubble [Sat Night W11]
[This sure was bad. This was horrible and Luke and Adam abscond immediately with the blood samples still in Luke's pockets and shut the door behind them. Up the ladder they go and he immediately approaches the small statue in his room.]
Alice! We need to speak to the Nuwa AI...please.
Alice! We need to speak to the Nuwa AI...please.
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You better trust that voice in your head that your world is not what it seems [Tues night, Week 11]
[He had tried to fall asleep early. His conversation with Dorian had left him with some things to think about, not to mention he's still actively trying to plan something in his head to stop Adam from going through with his plan and letting Luke take over. Overall, it's enough to hurt his head and he's not too happy with it.
Of course, he's also not too happy when he's finally managing to doze off and his datapad automatically opens to Furry Passing. He's about to grumble about malfunctioning tech, but then he gets a glimpse at the message-sender.
Perkins?
He sits up suddenly and immediately looks for where Adam might be.]
Uh. Are you seeing this?
Of course, he's also not too happy when he's finally managing to doze off and his datapad automatically opens to Furry Passing. He's about to grumble about malfunctioning tech, but then he gets a glimpse at the message-sender.
Perkins?
He sits up suddenly and immediately looks for where Adam might be.]
Uh. Are you seeing this?
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Wait for the dust to settle down around us, then stick to what we know [Mon W11, pre-motive]
[Sunday night was a bad night. There's no doubt about it and even if it had ended the way it had his head and his chest still hurt enough that he knew he needed to get out for a little while. It was a bad idea to leave but he'd made his arrangements and swore he was really only going to the kitchen and the medical bay later that morning. He was willing to be held accountable for all of his steps from now on.
What the hell had he become?
Despite this, he shuffles into the kitchen on Monday with the vague idea of procuring some food for two specific people but his exhaust-clouded brain isn't exactly registering much. He stares at the cubed foods for a few moments, not quite parsing what they are before making coffee and ducking into the kitchen.
It's about then he spots Yuno standing at the stove…making pancakes. He hovers in the doorway while her back is turned and he freezes up just a little. He remembers what she'd said to him and how he'd questioned if maybe he really was doing the wrong thing. In the end, he went with his gut and as it turned out he was right. But that didn't stop Yuno from voting from him and it didn't stop Luke from being wary. But…Yuno's still someone he can relate to, someone who's probably having the same kind of "bad" the rest of them are and so he steps into the kitchen in a show of making his way to the fridge.]
Morning. Now it's pancakes? [She really is good with her hands, it seems.]
What the hell had he become?
Despite this, he shuffles into the kitchen on Monday with the vague idea of procuring some food for two specific people but his exhaust-clouded brain isn't exactly registering much. He stares at the cubed foods for a few moments, not quite parsing what they are before making coffee and ducking into the kitchen.
It's about then he spots Yuno standing at the stove…making pancakes. He hovers in the doorway while her back is turned and he freezes up just a little. He remembers what she'd said to him and how he'd questioned if maybe he really was doing the wrong thing. In the end, he went with his gut and as it turned out he was right. But that didn't stop Yuno from voting from him and it didn't stop Luke from being wary. But…Yuno's still someone he can relate to, someone who's probably having the same kind of "bad" the rest of them are and so he steps into the kitchen in a show of making his way to the fridge.]
Morning. Now it's pancakes? [She really is good with her hands, it seems.]
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Nobody knows what the future holds and it's bad enough just getting old [Monday W11, pre-motive]
[Sunday night was a bad night for all of them for a variety of reasons. People had died, people had been injured, people had been heartbroken and it strongly reminds Luke of "war" in the most literal sense. So many conflicting emotions cropped up and the night before left him pretty restless thinking about...well, everything.
It's why he coordinates to leave his room the next morning, heading to the kitchen to pick up a few things. He's delayed there for a while by something unexpected, but eventually he makes his way to the medbay with a small box tucked under his arm. Backbiter's still strapped to him but that's mostly safety precaution by now, and his usual notebook's also with him. He balances the items in his hands and he moves to open the door to the medbay so he can lean against its frame to check on the current state of the furries. If they're both asleep, of course, he'll consider coming back later…or just hide out there for a while, who knows. But if at least one of them is awake he'll notice soon enough.]
It's why he coordinates to leave his room the next morning, heading to the kitchen to pick up a few things. He's delayed there for a while by something unexpected, but eventually he makes his way to the medbay with a small box tucked under his arm. Backbiter's still strapped to him but that's mostly safety precaution by now, and his usual notebook's also with him. He balances the items in his hands and he moves to open the door to the medbay so he can lean against its frame to check on the current state of the furries. If they're both asleep, of course, he'll consider coming back later…or just hide out there for a while, who knows. But if at least one of them is awake he'll notice soon enough.]
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Just don't let me disappear, Imma tell you everything [W10, post-trial]
[The trials are getting worse and worse, he thinks. This time, at least, he's shaken for a whole other reason beyond being a suspect. It was a bloodbath in the last three days and all because someone he cared about very much was, again, taken possession by something none of them could be prepared for.
He's quietly letting Adam lead him back to their room. He's marginally concerned since Yuno's across the hall and he's remembering how she behaved during the trial and now this. She knows he voted for Dave. But in the end it was a good thing, right?
He has enough clarity to unlock the door so he and Adam can enter and climb up the ladder. It's only when they're up in the main portion of the room that he's staring blankly. In the calamity of everything that had happened, he'd managed a couple of things on his own. They're things he means to tell Adam now, but instead:]
...I think I'm gonna be sick. [It's hyperbole, but he does tug at the makeshift leash, pulling Adam with him toward his bed before easily sliding the scrunchie and twine off his wrist. He's been capable of removing it after some time fiddling with it, but Adam will now realize that it was simply because he didn't want to after a while. Accountability. It saved him today, and he knows that.]
He's quietly letting Adam lead him back to their room. He's marginally concerned since Yuno's across the hall and he's remembering how she behaved during the trial and now this. She knows he voted for Dave. But in the end it was a good thing, right?
He has enough clarity to unlock the door so he and Adam can enter and climb up the ladder. It's only when they're up in the main portion of the room that he's staring blankly. In the calamity of everything that had happened, he'd managed a couple of things on his own. They're things he means to tell Adam now, but instead:]
...I think I'm gonna be sick. [It's hyperbole, but he does tug at the makeshift leash, pulling Adam with him toward his bed before easily sliding the scrunchie and twine off his wrist. He's been capable of removing it after some time fiddling with it, but Adam will now realize that it was simply because he didn't want to after a while. Accountability. It saved him today, and he knows that.]
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I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me [ Week 10, Thursday]
[It's about 8pm when Luke sets plans into action. Initially, he'd kept things between himself, Adam, Grell and Dorian. He hadn't anticipated that Dave would also be contacted by someone from the other side, nor did he anticipate the other things that had happened this week.
It takes a lot of convincing. It takes convincing the others and vouching for Dave, ensuring that no, he's pretty sure Dave isn't an alien and yes he does understand the risks of bringing someone in. But he feels like it's important that they all talk and start to put this puzzle together.
It doesn't hurt that all of them had also explored different sections of the top deck, too.
So it's Thursday evening shortly after dinner that he rounds up the group and tells them to wait in the chapel for him. The doors lock once they're all inside and the lights are low, but at least they can all fit comfortably in here and it's less conspicuous than the viewport. Like on Tuesday, Luke's leading the discussion and he leans back in one of the pews, looking at the other four thoughtfully.]
We are gathered here today because...well, a bunch of dead people are talking to us. [That's about it.] We should compare notes further and see if there's any sort of answer we can come up with. Who wants to go first?
It takes a lot of convincing. It takes convincing the others and vouching for Dave, ensuring that no, he's pretty sure Dave isn't an alien and yes he does understand the risks of bringing someone in. But he feels like it's important that they all talk and start to put this puzzle together.
It doesn't hurt that all of them had also explored different sections of the top deck, too.
So it's Thursday evening shortly after dinner that he rounds up the group and tells them to wait in the chapel for him. The doors lock once they're all inside and the lights are low, but at least they can all fit comfortably in here and it's less conspicuous than the viewport. Like on Tuesday, Luke's leading the discussion and he leans back in one of the pews, looking at the other four thoughtfully.]
We are gathered here today because...well, a bunch of dead people are talking to us. [That's about it.] We should compare notes further and see if there's any sort of answer we can come up with. Who wants to go first?
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That Time They All Met in the CQ
[Let's be honest, nobody had time to info-share Monday what with motives going live after they came down from the top-level deck and also…you know. The whole awkward thing with the corpse. That happened.
Arrangements are made, the whiteboard's been moved and…there's a wedding.
What the fuck, Cradle.
Either way, assume that Luke found your character in person, sent a message via Furry Passing or contacted them via some other means to inform them about a group meeting up in the Captain's Quarters after the wedding to talk about their findings from the day before.
He's not a leader, and it's probably clear from the way he's leaning against the wall next to the whiteboard and dumping handfuls of space-brand Skittles into his mouth.]
All right…so this happened. [This, of course, being the top deck.] We were all up here yesterday and so we should probably start figuring stuff out. It weirds me out that Alice let us up here now after all this time. [He shrugs.] Who wants to go first?
Arrangements are made, the whiteboard's been moved and…there's a wedding.
What the fuck, Cradle.
Either way, assume that Luke found your character in person, sent a message via Furry Passing or contacted them via some other means to inform them about a group meeting up in the Captain's Quarters after the wedding to talk about their findings from the day before.
He's not a leader, and it's probably clear from the way he's leaning against the wall next to the whiteboard and dumping handfuls of space-brand Skittles into his mouth.]
All right…so this happened. [This, of course, being the top deck.] We were all up here yesterday and so we should probably start figuring stuff out. It weirds me out that Alice let us up here now after all this time. [He shrugs.] Who wants to go first?
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Dying, everyone's reminded, hearts are washed in misery drenched in gasoline [Wed Week 10]
[It's only Wednesday and already everything happens so much all the time. He should be used to this, but he's not. It's like another prophecy dangling before his eyes, bits and pieces of a puzzle he's receiving but not putting together fast enough and that he's being forced to participate in.
Frankly, it fucking sucks.
But it's Wednesday and now that he has his bearings back he's thinking. He's kept track of the most important people except for one. He wanted to give her a few days to calm down from the trial, but he hadn't forgotten. It's for that reason that sometime around lunch when most people are in other parts of the ship Luke heads back to the rooms corridor. Two sheets of paper in his pocket seemingly weigh way more than they should, but he's decided they should maybe be addressed. Maybe. Depending. As it is he also has a notebook and his datapad tucked under his arm, Backbiter strapped to his back, and a plate with a couple of sandwiches on it in one hand.
He's not even sure this will work, but she had told him where to find her. So with his free hand somehow he knocks.]
It's just me. [He's not sure she can hear him, but he's hoping it's enough.]
Frankly, it fucking sucks.
But it's Wednesday and now that he has his bearings back he's thinking. He's kept track of the most important people except for one. He wanted to give her a few days to calm down from the trial, but he hadn't forgotten. It's for that reason that sometime around lunch when most people are in other parts of the ship Luke heads back to the rooms corridor. Two sheets of paper in his pocket seemingly weigh way more than they should, but he's decided they should maybe be addressed. Maybe. Depending. As it is he also has a notebook and his datapad tucked under his arm, Backbiter strapped to his back, and a plate with a couple of sandwiches on it in one hand.
He's not even sure this will work, but she had told him where to find her. So with his free hand somehow he knocks.]
It's just me. [He's not sure she can hear him, but he's hoping it's enough.]
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So cradle your head in your hands and breathe [Post-trial Week 9]
[He hated it. He hated the idea of making Adam wait, hated the idea of not being able to go back to his own room and just stop everything, but he was approached before he could even leave the trial room and had to figure out a way to slip past Adam for a little while. He'd at least had the foresight to let Adam into his room and promised he'd be quick, he had to just decompress for a bit, did his best not to feel bad he skirted the truth and failed anyway.
It's about an hour and a half after the trial when he comes back, unlocking the door and slowly lumbering his way up the ladder to his room. It's become something comfortable knowing that someone was waiting for him. On the other hand, he's a little worried anyway.]
...you still awake? [It's still pretty damn early, he'd be surprised if Adam was asleep.]
It's about an hour and a half after the trial when he comes back, unlocking the door and slowly lumbering his way up the ladder to his room. It's become something comfortable knowing that someone was waiting for him. On the other hand, he's a little worried anyway.]
...you still awake? [It's still pretty damn early, he'd be surprised if Adam was asleep.]
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Even though we're so sharp, even if we tell a lie, no one's gonna know til we fall back [Monday W9]
[It's far too early in the morning. It's early, maybe 7am or so when he makes the (probably) poor decision to seek out Dorian. It's been bothering him since the trial ended. The entire set-up, the fact that they had dragged him and Adam and Grell into this, everything about the scenario sucked. And yet he wanted to understand a little better. Doesn't hurt that Adam thought highly of the man and Luke himself had respected him to a point.
It's not hard to find Dorian's room on the way back to his own. It's a little harder to negotiate with one of the kids guarding him but at least he promises not to kill the guy and seems to alleviate those worries while placating them enough. It takes effort, but Luke's always been one to demand answers. He doesn't speak immediately by the time he finally gets to Dorian, though his eyes are narrowed and he's keeping his arms folded across his chest.]
I wish I could say I was even surprised by all of this.
It's not hard to find Dorian's room on the way back to his own. It's a little harder to negotiate with one of the kids guarding him but at least he promises not to kill the guy and seems to alleviate those worries while placating them enough. It takes effort, but Luke's always been one to demand answers. He doesn't speak immediately by the time he finally gets to Dorian, though his eyes are narrowed and he's keeping his arms folded across his chest.]
I wish I could say I was even surprised by all of this.
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Heaven For The Weather, Hell For The Company [Tuesday of Week 9]
[Things aren't better. Things are very much not-better, but he's been doing what he can to make them more manageable. He's avoided most people and he's lurked in dark corners to hide himself away. He sticks close with one person he's sworn to protect though and it's for that reason this late in the evening he's coming back from sneaking into the cafeteria with what is clearly enough food for two people.
He had timed it perfectly. He timed it to avoid everyone else.
But that doesn't stop the slide of a door and footsteps coming toward him. He looks up, pinpointing the sound as coming from the unit of Jason and Jack and he lifts an eyebrow as he stops to wait. He's valued this week. He's unafraid. And soon out of the shadows steps Elizabeth...and a broad smirk crosses his lips. It doesn't quite meet his eyes and it twitches more to one side than the other, but he tries.]
Question for you. Did they have condoms in 1912?
[It's much, much better than starting off in the most depressing state of mind right away. A joke, he thinks, to send her away and think he's disgusting. And then he can hide away as planned.]
He had timed it perfectly. He timed it to avoid everyone else.
But that doesn't stop the slide of a door and footsteps coming toward him. He looks up, pinpointing the sound as coming from the unit of Jason and Jack and he lifts an eyebrow as he stops to wait. He's valued this week. He's unafraid. And soon out of the shadows steps Elizabeth...and a broad smirk crosses his lips. It doesn't quite meet his eyes and it twitches more to one side than the other, but he tries.]
Question for you. Did they have condoms in 1912?
[It's much, much better than starting off in the most depressing state of mind right away. A joke, he thinks, to send her away and think he's disgusting. And then he can hide away as planned.]
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I'm trapped in these negative vibes, I can't seem to find the outside [Monday, Week 8]
[In all honesty Luke heard the announcement from Alice at 9am, realized he wasn't on the valued list or the vulnerable list and probably went back to bed. The robots only kick people out after twelve hours and he had a good three hours left. Surprisingly, he was pretty mentally exhausted still from the course of the week and the weekend's trial. He'd thought about Shelley's motivation to kill Fumi and it's still fairly sad to think about, considering he never thought Shelley would.
Granted, maybe this is why he was asked by someone to be the one to organize them and keep people focused. It's something he'd initially laughed off, afraid of the responsibility...but now he's realizing the numbers are dwindling as are the numbers of adults. Maybe he needs to act like an adult. But that can come after another couple of hours of sleep.
He leaves his room at exactly 11:59am before a robot can collect him, a smug smirk on his face as he lets the door slide closed behind him. That doesn't last though before Alice's voice chimes over the ship with this week's motive.
Well-kept secrets. What kind of secrets could she know and have access to? He doesn't have to wonder for long before he looks at his datapad and sees...
...ah. Well. That's lovely. He shakes his head firmly and sets his jaw, immediately trying to think of where to find Adam. Adam's become the person he looks to in terms of motives but knowing Adam as well as he knows Adam now, he has to wonder how he's going to handle this motive. They're both people with plenty of secrets. It could be a dangerous combination.
He glances over up and down the hallway of their catacombs to ensure he's alone before quickly dashing down the hall to Adam's room. Another quick look over his shoulder confirms he's not being watched and he raises a hand, concentrating for a moment to unlock the boy's door and allow himself into his room. Please be here, Adam.]
Adam? [He's not even waiting for an answer, he's parkouring up the ladder to the main room. Even if he's not here, maybe Luke will get a sense of where he might have gone.]
Granted, maybe this is why he was asked by someone to be the one to organize them and keep people focused. It's something he'd initially laughed off, afraid of the responsibility...but now he's realizing the numbers are dwindling as are the numbers of adults. Maybe he needs to act like an adult. But that can come after another couple of hours of sleep.
He leaves his room at exactly 11:59am before a robot can collect him, a smug smirk on his face as he lets the door slide closed behind him. That doesn't last though before Alice's voice chimes over the ship with this week's motive.
Well-kept secrets. What kind of secrets could she know and have access to? He doesn't have to wonder for long before he looks at his datapad and sees...
...ah. Well. That's lovely. He shakes his head firmly and sets his jaw, immediately trying to think of where to find Adam. Adam's become the person he looks to in terms of motives but knowing Adam as well as he knows Adam now, he has to wonder how he's going to handle this motive. They're both people with plenty of secrets. It could be a dangerous combination.
He glances over up and down the hallway of their catacombs to ensure he's alone before quickly dashing down the hall to Adam's room. Another quick look over his shoulder confirms he's not being watched and he raises a hand, concentrating for a moment to unlock the boy's door and allow himself into his room. Please be here, Adam.]
Adam? [He's not even waiting for an answer, he's parkouring up the ladder to the main room. Even if he's not here, maybe Luke will get a sense of where he might have gone.]
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This ain't about all the friends you made but the graffiti they write on your grave [post T6]
[There were way, way too many things to process during this trial. It had worn him out both mentally and physically and that would have been enough. It's what happened after the votes were tallied that really ran them all through the ringer.
Who the fuck would have suspected aliens? …well, that's not true. Luke had wondered about what else was on the ship. After finding Todd's body and the blood in the vents, he'd wondered if they were really alone.
Elizabeth hadn't deserved this. Rhys…okay well. That's a subject he's not going to touch but Elizabeth's situation had hit a couple of hot button issues for him. Namely…being bodily possessed and forced to hurt and kill people she considered a friend while not having any control what-so-ever and then her body almost being completely destroyed. So that was fun for the whole family. The alien itself was pretty damn horrifying, too, but he hadn't thought to stick around after it was killed and they were freed from the conference room. Marinette and Jason had seen to Elizabeth to tend her wounds and Luke and Adam had absconded.
Later in the evening though…he sought her out. He had questions to ask, theories to test, but more importantly…he understood. He understood that she was probably freaked the fuck out by what had happened and if he's honest he's a little concerned about her. It's not really his place. They're not close or anything, but she's always been generally kind and cooperative. It's the least he could do. It takes him a little bit to find where she's been moved, but when he turns up he's alone.]
…know you're probably tired of seeing everybody, but got time for one more visit? [He skews his expression into one of vague hopefulness and also concern, but his eyes are studying her closely. The one thing is though he's not afraid of her. Small blessings, maybe.]
Who the fuck would have suspected aliens? …well, that's not true. Luke had wondered about what else was on the ship. After finding Todd's body and the blood in the vents, he'd wondered if they were really alone.
Elizabeth hadn't deserved this. Rhys…okay well. That's a subject he's not going to touch but Elizabeth's situation had hit a couple of hot button issues for him. Namely…being bodily possessed and forced to hurt and kill people she considered a friend while not having any control what-so-ever and then her body almost being completely destroyed. So that was fun for the whole family. The alien itself was pretty damn horrifying, too, but he hadn't thought to stick around after it was killed and they were freed from the conference room. Marinette and Jason had seen to Elizabeth to tend her wounds and Luke and Adam had absconded.
Later in the evening though…he sought her out. He had questions to ask, theories to test, but more importantly…he understood. He understood that she was probably freaked the fuck out by what had happened and if he's honest he's a little concerned about her. It's not really his place. They're not close or anything, but she's always been generally kind and cooperative. It's the least he could do. It takes him a little bit to find where she's been moved, but when he turns up he's alone.]
…know you're probably tired of seeing everybody, but got time for one more visit? [He skews his expression into one of vague hopefulness and also concern, but his eyes are studying her closely. The one thing is though he's not afraid of her. Small blessings, maybe.]
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I never said that I want this, this burden came to me [Mon. of Week 7, prior to motive announcement]
[If he was honest, he didn't sleep at all the night before. Between all of the events of the trial, making sure Adam was okay and also letting his own thoughts run around in circles it hadn't been good for anyone. And to think he thought he could finally get a decent night's rest after the trial.
Of course, the news about their new monster-alien friends living on the ship was mildly alarming. And by alarming we mean actually terrifying. It's something he's toyed with for weeks. It's why he started camping in vents, why he started trying to make a map himself, why he wondered what else was out there. It's only after a little thinking that he realizes that, perhaps, he should talk to Dave as well. Dave had been with him when they'd found Todd. It'd be good to hear his thoughts, too.
(And if he's honest, he wants to check on the kid, too.)
And so hunting down a Strider he goes and for once he manages to catch him without Roxy.]
Hey, Strider. [He gestures with his head for the boy to come closer. Backbiter's strapped to his back but sparring isn't on his mind today.] You got a few minutes?
Of course, the news about their new monster-alien friends living on the ship was mildly alarming. And by alarming we mean actually terrifying. It's something he's toyed with for weeks. It's why he started camping in vents, why he started trying to make a map himself, why he wondered what else was out there. It's only after a little thinking that he realizes that, perhaps, he should talk to Dave as well. Dave had been with him when they'd found Todd. It'd be good to hear his thoughts, too.
(And if he's honest, he wants to check on the kid, too.)
And so hunting down a Strider he goes and for once he manages to catch him without Roxy.]
Hey, Strider. [He gestures with his head for the boy to come closer. Backbiter's strapped to his back but sparring isn't on his mind today.] You got a few minutes?
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With a thousand lies and a good disguise, hit ‘em right between the eyes [post t5]
[Even if Luke's never said so, he's a fairly perspective person. You have to be if you want to survive where they're from and even moreso in a place like this. Due to this, he's not too surprised that Arumat's taken Kazuma's betrayal harder than most. He doesn't know how close they are or anything, but he can imagine it's a lot the way he felt when Lavi hit betray. That weird feeling where you don't know how to channel how blindsided you are.
So with one last night as a valued player, Luke's wandering around the halls to seek out the space-elf friend toting a bottle of wine in hand that he's confiscated from the trial room again. Dorian had a great tradition going. Even if Arumat won't partake it seems better to have some kind of offering when he shows up at the guy's room.
He even has the audacity to knock on the door to his room with the bottle, waiting patiently.]
Hey, Arumat. Open up. [Luke is apparently not taking no for an answer either.]
So with one last night as a valued player, Luke's wandering around the halls to seek out the space-elf friend toting a bottle of wine in hand that he's confiscated from the trial room again. Dorian had a great tradition going. Even if Arumat won't partake it seems better to have some kind of offering when he shows up at the guy's room.
He even has the audacity to knock on the door to his room with the bottle, waiting patiently.]
Hey, Arumat. Open up. [Luke is apparently not taking no for an answer either.]
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We drown traitors in shallow water [post t5]
[There are a lot of things Luke could have said about the trial and the way things played out. There's a lot of things Luke could have said about someone like Kazuma fooling all of them and the anger people felt...but he won't. He won't say anything about it to just anyone.
He won't talk about how he gets it. How he knows first-hand what that's like. How he's hardly affected by this at all. It's a pretty fucked up situation, but...over the course of the last week he's come to find there are people on this ship that are a little more delicate and need to be watched over. It's sort of like watching kids back at Camp again before everything went to hell.
Adam Parrish is one of those people. He hadn't stuck around for most of the after trial, but later in the evening he continues to think about the fact that Adam was genuinely upset about the betrayal.
...gods, why did coming back mean having to feel things again? Uggggggh. So maybe he feels bad. And maybe he's a little worried but Adam has other people to look after him, doesn't he? But what if they're busy? What if they also have problems and he's left alone and it turns into bitterness and angst and anger and--
--yeah he doesn't get much time to think on all of that before he finds himself in front of Adam's door. So he pauses, scrubbing a hand over his face before curling his hand into a fist and knocking.]
Parrish, you in there?
He won't talk about how he gets it. How he knows first-hand what that's like. How he's hardly affected by this at all. It's a pretty fucked up situation, but...over the course of the last week he's come to find there are people on this ship that are a little more delicate and need to be watched over. It's sort of like watching kids back at Camp again before everything went to hell.
Adam Parrish is one of those people. He hadn't stuck around for most of the after trial, but later in the evening he continues to think about the fact that Adam was genuinely upset about the betrayal.
...gods, why did coming back mean having to feel things again? Uggggggh. So maybe he feels bad. And maybe he's a little worried but Adam has other people to look after him, doesn't he? But what if they're busy? What if they also have problems and he's left alone and it turns into bitterness and angst and anger and--
--yeah he doesn't get much time to think on all of that before he finds himself in front of Adam's door. So he pauses, scrubbing a hand over his face before curling his hand into a fist and knocking.]
Parrish, you in there?
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Melodrama and a bottle of wine, here's to self expression, here's to everyone that's dead [Post T3]
[By the time he killed a bottle of wine with a little help from some people, Luke realized he still wasn't entirely feeling better about...everything. Granted, he was also probably a little drunk but whatever, that's besides the point. It's for that reason that he seemingly forgets he could ask the robots to deliver wine and food to his room and he leaves, Backbiter strapped to his back still and not-quite stumbling his way to find a robot to bother. With a new bottle of wine obtained he decides that his room's too far away and makes his way for the viewport instead.
And that's how it became late at night and Luke Castellan's alone in the viewport drinking from a bottle of wine and staring out into space. Even with his abilities nuked a little, and even with his senses slightly impaired, he hears footsteps after a short while and looks up, spotting someone familiar and whistling to get Clover's attention.]
Shouldn't you be in bed? [But he doesn't sound like he cares one way or another. Actually, he sounds pretty happy to see her.]
And that's how it became late at night and Luke Castellan's alone in the viewport drinking from a bottle of wine and staring out into space. Even with his abilities nuked a little, and even with his senses slightly impaired, he hears footsteps after a short while and looks up, spotting someone familiar and whistling to get Clover's attention.]
Shouldn't you be in bed? [But he doesn't sound like he cares one way or another. Actually, he sounds pretty happy to see her.]