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I've been hunting [there's a rustle] though most of the game I was able to obtain is feathered, and bipedal with a counterbalancing tail. [They are dinosaurs. He caught small(ish) dinosaurs.] Along with an extremely large cat that attempted to attack me. Though I'm reasonably sure that these creatures were once native to Earth but are extinct as I know them. I even happened across a much smaller one.

[There is a little mewling noise. It doesn't sound much larger than a kitten.] Unusual, that they exist here, but I've not seen anything that didn't originate on Earth yet. At least to my knowledge. [And now he's curious.]

Who here isn't native to Earth? Even if their founding stock came from Earth, whose species or subspecies didn't evolve or was created there specifically?

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[There are any number of matters irritating Gaheris Rhade at the moment. For one, he is still on an unfamiliar alien planet without invitation or consent and is likely the subject of native resentment thanks to being located here, which is not conducive to ultimate success. He's been witness to an unprovoked attack. He despises the limiting collars that have been placed on people, and believes it to be a sign of technological dependency and possible weakness on the parts of their enemies that is unfortunately effective because none of the people he knows to be collared have had theirs removed. And now that his captain is here, his captain is not only not congruent with his time period but he is somehow from 300 years in the future after Rhade's betrayal and what he assumes to be death at the hands of the Systems Commonwealth (because that was how that would have worked, certainly). And said captain seems oddly tolerant of his former first officer aside from this?

He also knows he's not as irritated as he should be because of some outside influence that he can't detect, but had to be informed of.

So he's turned himself back towards the practical; immediate needs such as more clean clothes, pots and pants of some sort, soap and other especially essential items. Because he is vaguely stubbly and his hair is a bit more tossled and flat laying than usual he's just going to make this all his messages audio.]

I'm going to go Edmund's shop to see about some trading, sir.

As there's a storm coming I'm going to start investigating some of the abandoned homes for a more comfortable sleeping location. I heard mention of a Southern City, as well. When the storm passes I request permission to visit it and make inquiries into the history of the area as well as observe how permeable the dome is.

[Formality makes this easy, right? Because humans can't be friends after something like that, though Nietzscheans expect treachery always. So he'll just wait for approval or ideas, because right now he's High Guard, and he'd rather like to avoid becoming dead. He just needs to work out how, if Dylan still exists.]

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[Fine, fine he'll finish his what because he left it hanging.]

What state is the Andromeda in? It is my intention that she will be capable of resisting and that the crew will be sufficiently prepared, but if the Commonwealth fell-

[He cuts off.]

[Dylan's face darkens.]

Rommie made it through with me. But it hasn't been easy on her. She lost her entire crew, all the other ships are either destroyed or insane. She's strong, though.

[Then he thinks about what Rhade said.]

Sufficiently prepared? Prepared for what, to be boarded and captured by Nietzscheans?

[The entire crew, did they evacuate ship? He really doesn't want to think they were boarded and died. Not only out of fondness, but that was his efforts going to waste.]

No. Sufficiently trained to resist. I don't suppose it matters if I change my mind about what's going to happen, but I was curious if she was there [for you].

Trained to resist a takeover you were initiating?

[It sounds like irrational self-sabotage. Like reverse cheating.]

I don't understand you sometimes.

I believe we've had this discussion before and whenever I get to the more primal parts you decide that you've had enough of it.

[This is not the same discussion, but he's hoping he can distract Dylan and keep him from pursuing this discussion, because his reasons for self sabotage he doesn't consider irrational]

[Dylan's temper rises a little at the implication that he can't handle this topic. He was the one who lived through it.]

Do you want to talk about it further? Do you want to explain why you were plotting to shoot me one minute and training the crew to stop you the next?

Not like this. [Over a network.]

After I've returned. [And possibly have gotten myself thoroughly sauced.]

Okay. I'll hold you to that. [He tries not to feel like he's won a victory. This isn't a game with winners and losers. But Gaheris brings that competitiveness out in him.]

I'll help you gather up supplies for your trip. [This is his way of dropping that topic for now and trying to resume a normal pattern of interaction.]

Edited (I will stop editing eventually) 2012-03-17 07:16 (UTC)

I'm bringing back some supplies, too. Edmund gave me enough trade in exchange for what I caught. [He already cleaned up because soap was just so exciting.] I'll drop those off.

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[And later, quite a bit later, Dylan will end up with a slightly tipsy Nietzschean padding quite successfully quietly into the room, trying to not wake Dylan if he's there. Because maybe he forgot. Or he's sleeping.]

Edited 2012-03-18 07:06 (UTC)

[Dylan is sleeping. Not very soundly, however. He shifts and turns onto his side as Gaheris enters.]

[Okay, now is the time to try not to be heavy. Think like a feather. Not a heavy muscular Nietzschean. He's pulled this off with with his wives, so maybe, just maybe he can do it.

Slowwwwly he oozes onto his side of the old bed, trying not to dislodge him from his position on his side with the way his hand and knee press down into the center.]

[Dylan snorts lightly in his sleep, but otherwise doesn't move. Some faint, slightly awake part of his brain is vaguely aware that someone is here, but that same part is also vaguely aware that it's just Gaheris. After many years of friendship, he recognizes his presence. He isn't awake enough to remember that he's not supposed to trust Gaheris these days.]

[He really notes that his irritating, fluffy hair is shorter than he remembers it ever being, and before he can completely settle on the bed he almost touches it. Almost, because it can use fixing as sleep tends to do to people.

But he really takes a note that he looks more worn, now. In his face, too. He's proud of him for surviving, no matter what it was that was done to him.

The hand that he intends for Dylan's hair stops short of his cheek, and then he barely doesn't rest it on his shoulder. Nietzsche warns people of the horrors of alcoholic consumption- of course, Nietzsche was a lightweight, and Rhade had to drink a medicine cabinet's worth to get to this point. He's still sober enough that he doesn't touch him, and does his very level best to lay down with his back to him without disrupting the man from his sleep.

Once Dylan seems to be sleeping more soundly, he'll take off his boots. So he lays awake with his eyes closed and listens to his heartbeat.]

[It takes a few minutes for Dylan's breath to even out again. He's too used to crises these days, and the constant alertness needed to deal with them. And unused to sleeping with another person nearby.

But eventually he drifts back into a more sound slumber, not realizing how tempted Gaheris had been to touch him.]

[Seems he's escaped a volatile discussion at least for now. As soon as Dylan is breathing normally again, he pushes his boots off his feet but leaves them at the edge of the bed, not moving so far as to put them in the floor. He'll try not to kick them off in the night.

He'll also try not to ooze against the back behind him to sap heat. This probably won't be successful as he'd like.]

[Some time later, Dylan's feeling a bit warmer. There's only the one small bed, and he doesn't expect Gaheris to sleep on the floor, so he's not entirely surprised there's someone else in it. He has the sleepy notion that maybe he's taking up more than his proper share of space and shifts over a little to give a bit more distance.]

[The warm thing has moved, and his brain is off in a happy dream where things smell nice and the Andromeda has made the lighting comfortable and his children are there for some reason. But the warm thing moving might disrupt this dream. So he rolls over onto his front and slips it around Dylan's midsection before he can shift too far away.

No, warm thing. Stay right here.]

Edited 2012-03-19 01:34 (UTC)

[And then there's something over his waist. And his shirt had caught on some boneblades. Not badly, but enough that there is a noticeable pull. He mutters without opening his eyes.]

Gahaaa. [Mumble. There's no answer so he tries again.]

Gaheris.

[There's a little grunt of a response. Just a hm?, but he doesn't offer to move.]

Gaheris. You're...uh...you're cuddling.

[Dylan's not entirely sure himself whether this is actually a problem or not, but he feels that Gaheris ought to be informed.]

Then you stop being com[mumble into matress]]able.

[As if he's arguing the point. He's still mostly asleep, and Dylan's talking at him, so obviously it should mean one thing.] ...Warm [Such an accusation.]

[That sounds like it might be a logical argument. Maybe. To Dylan's mostly asleep brain the bits that he heard seemed to make sense.]

Sorry...do better next time. [He'd done his bit by informing Gaheris, who was not at fault because of...logic. So back to sleep.]

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