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[Rhade sounds a little distant when he speaks. Less forceful than usual, because he's having a What is the point? moment. His tone is a little cracked and weary, even.]

If anyone sees Kara Thrace, please inform her her that I liberated one of her bottles of alcohol from her new living establishment. If anyone sees Diziet Sma? -Well. You're not going to. She's back in her pod aboard the ship to last until the power gives out, anyway.

I would recommend if anyone who woke up in the ship has recently disappeared, you go and look for them there. It may be a sign of further malfunction.

[And he shuts off the feed.]

*OOC: Early before the windstorm on Wednesday, before the fire has started.

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I'm sorry Diziet's gone. I know you were friends. [Losing people is hard. Dylan has learned that well.]

At least she's safe for now.

Do you need anything? [Free optimism on offer here to balance out your pessimism, Rhade.]

[He refuses! He can out-pessimism you in a heartbeat.] Yes. I need you to tell me precisely everything you've ever disliked about me.

[Wha?]

That...doesn't sound very comforting.

I'm doing you a favor, Then you won't be bothered when it happens to me. [It would be his luck that it would happen to him first.]

In that case, what really annoys me is how pessimistic you are.

You're not going to disappear into a pod. And even if you did, we'd figure out a way to get you out eventually. [Rhade stuck in a pod wouldn't be great, but it would be less final than dying.]

No, you won't. The ship will finally lose integrity, all the pods will die, and you'll either be here alone or I'll be here never being able to make it up to you that I ruined your life for nothing. [And there's a thump. It's sort of metallic.]

I'm being absurd. If it's me that goes you'll rebuild the Commonwealth by preaching to the dinosaurs until they spontaneously evolve.

[He's drunk.]

And the sun could spontaneously supernova killing us all and our ashes sucked into the black hole at the center of the galaxy. [Look, he can play "worst case scenario" too. Only, he doesn't believe that the worst case will happen.] Could happen, but I'm going to keep living my life like it won't. Pessimism isn't a... [He stops, thinking about the last time he told Gaheris this. Then says quietly, soberly.] Pessimism isn't a survival trait.

Where are you? I'm taking you home. You sound like you'd probably fall over if you tried to walk by yourself.

Dinosaurs evolving to join the Commonwealth is just as likely. But this is actually happening to people, and there's nothing we can do about it. [Honestly? That's probably the worse part. He feels guilty through forced inaction.

And he takes a moment before responding.] I'm at the ship. [Idiotic, moronic ship.]

Edited 2012-05-29 05:38 (UTC)

Maybe we can do something about it. I'm not giving up on all those people trapped in the pods.

[They know so little about the ship, but surely eventually someone could figure out how to get the pods open.]

I'm coming. Don't wander off.

Where am I going to go? You're the only person I have. You and the bottle and the bottle can't carry its side of an argument. And I'm still losing to it anyway.

[This is the night Dylan has to look forward to.]

[He considers reminding Gaheris of the last time he was brooding, and the trip into the Wasteland, but he doesn't want to give Gaheris any ideas.]

Just stay put, I'll be right there.

[He hurries to the ship, moving at a brisk jog. He doesn't know exactly where Gaheris is, but once he gets to the ship he goes to where the rows upon rows of pods are located.]

Gaheris? [He calls out.]

I'm here. [No, he's not run off to the Wasteland. He's sitting in front of a pod with his name on it, open, and with his hands in his lap. He looks generally unhappy.

He waits until he gets there.]

[Dylan finds him, glances at the name on the pod, then back at Gaheris.]

I guess there's one for all of us here.

Doesn't mean it's going to claim you, though.

[He levers himself to the ground so he's sitting next to Gaheris, takes a drink from the (pretty throat-scorching) bottle and then discreetly sets it down away from Gaheris, out of easy reach.]

[He watches this oh so subtle gesture with the eyes of a ~~drunken~~ hawk.] You moved that bottle. [He doesn't reach for it, though. Instead, he just grumps and leans his shoulder into Dylan's.]

You never notice anything obvious. Except for things you have absolutely no way of knowing. How do you do that?

It would have been hard to take a drink without picking it up, moving it to my mouth... [He isn't admitting that he intentionally moved it away. Although he knows that Gaheris knows.

He supports Gaheris' leaning form easily enough.]

I don't know what you're talking about. You. Are drunk.

No I'm not.

Okay, yes I am. But you do. You notice things. Like that time you successfully revealed that message from the Vedran Admiral was fake. [He shifts to slip his fingers through Dylan's.] It was impossible for you be able to know that from a signature Andromeda hadn't even identified. [He motions with his other hand.] You notice this, and then for months Thompson tries to warn you about your birthday party? Quite obviously- they didn't tell me about it and I could still see what he was up to. And you didn't even notice.

How?

[Dylan shrugs.]

Sometimes I get hunches. [Although they were more than hunches. He'd known the signature was a fake; it wasn't just a guess. He just didn't know how he'd known.]

And Thompson was pretty subtle with those hints. [As subtle as a brick to the head. And yet Gaheris was right. He still didn't notice it.

Gaheris is holding his hand? Why is Gaheris holding his hand? He pats Gaheris' arm, just above the wrist, carefully avoiding his bone blades.]

C'mon, I'll help you up. [Which requires holding Gaheris' hand to pull him up, so it all makes sense. He starts to shift his weight so he can stand.]

That wasn't a hunch. You knew that with certainty. But Thompson asking you how old you were, what type of cake you liked, and if you were going to be waiting for a call from Sarah on your birthday in the same conversation somehow didn't arouse any suspicion?

[And what? He's standing now?! This wasn't what he wanted to do. But Dylan is standing, so he joins him dizzily.]

I think it's a little amusing you call where we live 'home'. I think we've been in the military too long when that becomes an acceptable title for a place neither of us want to be, but the only place we can really have each other. [And he pats his shoulder. Oh poor, vapid Dylan.]

I didn't have any reason to be suspicious of Thompson.

[And he has Gaheris on his feet and is holding him upright.]

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like it. It's not the Andromeda, but we've been in worse places. Put up a couple curtains, maybe some flowers in the window... [He says teasingly. Right now finishing fixing the floor and the leaks in the roof is the bigger priority.]

This is the point where I would make commentary on not getting caught with green thumbs or red hands. But I'm not feeling particularly witty right now. [And he uses Dylan to hold himself up, not letting go of his hand.

And then stares into those bright blue eyes of Dylan's with his large dark ones. Searching. A little needy. A little sad. Worried he'll make another mistake he'll regret, miss a chance that he would never have again.]

You. Are so obtuse. [Fine. Alright. He's ready to go home. He gives his arm a pull.]

Edited 2012-05-29 08:07 (UTC)

Most of a bottle of whatever engine fluid that was that Kara makes will do that to you.

[He doesn't know what to make of Gaheris' long, lingering look. Maybe it wasn't anything, just Gaheris lost in drunken thought for a few seconds. Although it's such an odd expression, not usually one he sees on Gaheris' face, that he wonders what it is he's thinking about.

Then Gaheris calls him obtuse and he snorts a laugh.]

That's what I've got you for, to notice the things I don't.

She's going to get us home with that. You wait and see. We'll fix her ship, and then that will work. Unless that thin man I gave my boneblade to manages it.

[But all his boneblades are there.]

You gave your boneblades to someone? But...you have them. I see them.

[He opens his mouth to say something, and then clamps it shut. At least he finally lets go of Dylan, reaching out to prop himself up using the wall instead. He's steady enough to walk this way fine.]

You're somewhere you don't want to be, in another situation you don't want to be in. When you're fixing a mistake I made. ...It seems like a small price to pay even if the scheme is as ludicrous as anything else around here.

[Dylan watches Gaheris take a few steps on his own.]

You don't need to be so damn independent all the time. [And he claims Gaheris' arm again and puts it over his shoulder.]

Thank you for giving up a boneblade. Although you could have told me about it sooner. [Damn secretive Nietzscheans.]

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