i think he's frustrated. he's too intelligent not to see how everything works. he already knows he's going to graduate and he probably has a good idea how. he just needs to kick against it a bit before he buckles down.
course i'm not sure he's entirely prepared for how pissed off everyone'll be, but he's tough, he'll cope. meanwhile i've opened a vodka stand on deck.
the fight's about how apparently none of us should get close with any inmates. which is - i can see where it comes from, i really can, and it's hard to argue with people like Steph and Furiosa.
they're arguing that because the playing field's not level we should none of us ever cross the line, but there was Steph and Kon and they're married with kids. there was Dean and Felix - I swear Felix would've turned into Arthas II if Dean hadn't been there for him. that's without even touching me and my life.
also it's a pointless argument. they want it to be an enforced rule, but if it's not it's just not. what are they going to do, demote me three years retroactively? i don't think so. so it's just wrangling and insults all round.
also i'm worried shitless about Bull. would you be ok with bringng him to visit sometime?
no one is going 2 be as pissed off as iw ould've been, lucky for him
what's steph arguing about it for? she was an inmate. don't know furiosa. got a highlight reel to show me? i probably have something to say about it but don't know yet.
what's got u worried about bull? bring him by just give me warning. got to know when to wear pants.
[Which is a joke. Cain is not the type to lounge around, especially not naked; he's too comfortable in the clothes he's worked in for the past forty years.]
i know right? but look from his pov, it's about the most harmless thing he could've blown up. looking forward to rebuilding it actually. assuming anya will want it done by hand.
you'd love Furiosa. like rawhide with a soft centre, amazing girl. from one of those worlds where everything's gone and people are hanging on by their teeth and fingernails. ton of respect.
bull's been through some kind of reeducation/brainwashing programme. just lately i'm seeing traces of it like an iceberg just showing through waves and of course he won't talk about it. could use your eyes on it 'cause it's going to wreck him hard soon if i'm any judge.
also you should never wear pants.
you anywhere near that planet where they had the big fruit market? remember those fungoid things that tasted like the lovechild of a raspberry and a lychee? i have a yen to make a pavlova with them.
possibly i just want to watch you whip egg whites <3 <3
that's exactly what I was remembering when I stood on deck and watched them grinning at the flames. pair of adorable little shits.
it's - Bull comes from a very stratified society with priest-enforcers to keep everyone in their allotted positions. renegades get hunted down and killed. honestly it sort of reminds me of the time lords, but a lot more direct and physical.
it's come out lately because we had some new inmates do a bit of murdering. it's like he forgot we aren't here to keep control or give orders. Tiffany brought them drinks and sat down there chatting to them and he got shirty at her. I brought it up - and I was tactful as fuck, mind you - and first he lied to my face and then he shut down like a fucking clam.
those are just details. don't go off on one because Tiffany's involved. what i think i'm looking at is a man who had colouring outside the lines beaten out of him hard. it frightens him to think about and you saw Bull; he's a trained spy and enforcer, he's not a fearful man.
i will do that very thing. d'you need me to pick up the fruit?
Yeah ricki's the grinch and ur the mayor of whoville. they'll all keep singin without their rum drinks and who-booze and he'll figure out he wasted some time. i'll write a poem for u both.
tiff's always had her own wayof dealing with people. she's built for it. bull sounds more like me. except the fear part ;)
i'll get the fruit, you just bring the bull. and some bath salts i'm all out back here.
Tiffany is bloody amazing. She's going to be one of the greats as far as wardening goes. Right up there with me and Agent K.
No one's like you. But the Bull is a sweet man and so much fun. Also probably way too stubborn to sort himself out before a disaster happens to him, but ...okay maybe he is a bit like you ;)
i can feel a flood or a breach coming on, it's that time of the month. i'll try and come right after if I'm not too dead or anything.
that's very true. i'm more worried about inmates being caught in the crossfire, though. he's already created some bad blood with at least two hard cases and he's involved with my Vic.
i've encouraged that because fuck knows Vic has a lot to learn about relationships and he needs someone that can stand up to him. but it'll set him back so hard if that goes pearshaped on him.
ugh enough problems. tell me more about the epic poem you're going to write.
we're heading for another barge. Alan and me went and checked it out: might be abandoned or might just be hiding its people from strangers.
it's sending out a distress call though. either way this has got potential to be mirror barge levels of bad and it seemed like a thing the dogs needn't be around for.
steve's been trying to rehome Libby since he got demoted. he insists it's for her own safety but it's at least 50% because he wants to punish himself and me and scott are refusing to let him. but it does mean i'm responsible for her so she's getting a nice beach holiday.
be with you around midday your time have the singapore slings ready <3 <3
It's a private beach he's found, dense tropical forest behind him and glittering water ahead. He's enjoying the sun, shirtless, because skin cancer has stopped being a major concern. (It was never a major concern; bullets were major.)
He gets to his feet in one quick, easy motion the second he knows she's arrived.
The bus doors open, and a tangle of dogs and Iris tumble out. The dogs rush Cain with typical canine joy, but Iris gets there first, springing up and clinging to Cain's neck.
"'Ey you. The little blonde one's Libby. Don't let Abaddon give 'er any trouble or Solace'll chew 'is ears off. You smell good."
She has her face pressed into the hollow of his throat, and Iris has always loved the scent of his skin. Changing to a werewolf hasn't changed that, nor has it improved her sense of smell that much: she has always been able to sort individual neurotransmitters, to follow their track along her own perceptions. What's changed is the context, the visceral immediacy of scents.
She bites him, slowly, almost solemn and very lightly, and pays no attention to her enormous sunhat falling to the sand.
Iris' bus materialises almost silently, like a cat creeping in at dawn, and she comes out a little unsteady on her feet - this is partly the last of the death toll and partly the bottle of tequila in her hand.
She doesn't call out. She stands there breathing in every scent on the air until he comes to her.
She eyes the goats but makes no attempt to approach them. The work of convincing a bunch of suspicious ungulates that a wolf-smelling stranger isn't here to kill them can be Future Iris' problem - present Iris just stands there not killing them till Cain's in reach, when she leans against him.
"We 'ad a Barge thing. We got kidnapped by another bloody ship, we 'ad to fight free in the finish."
She puts her arms around Cain. He's real and solid, and he smells of time and beaches and a little bit of pig. Her bus is right behind her and no one has the power to take him away. She finishes in a small voice.
The goats scatter but Cain doesn't go after them, just pulls Iris closer. "Aw, darlin'..." He kisses the top of her head. "Made you a little homesick, did it? What was he like?"
She's silent for a long moment, thinking of the differences.
"I could've been. 'E was still you - but staggering under a ton of self-loathing with nowt to 'old 'imself together but professional pride and grinning into the face of destruction. And the ship 'e was on wasn't like the barge. They weren't returning anyone to life, just keeping 'em trapped indefinitely and preying on other ships to keep going. And 'e was good at that. It was like seeing you nail yourself in a coffin."
She runs her fingers along the muscles down his spine.
"So I 'ad to come. I couldn't leave that the last sight I 'ad of you."
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Date: 2015-11-22 10:30 pm (UTC)2. HUGE ROW about barge sex and there isn't a pub I may just blow this damn boat up myself.
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Date: 2015-11-23 03:16 am (UTC)can't picture u fighting over sex unless u r having a dry spell. or someone told u how to do it. which is it?
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Date: 2015-11-23 08:41 pm (UTC)course i'm not sure he's entirely prepared for how pissed off everyone'll be, but he's tough, he'll cope. meanwhile i've opened a vodka stand on deck.
the fight's about how apparently none of us should get close with any inmates. which is - i can see where it comes from, i really can, and it's hard to argue with people like Steph and Furiosa.
they're arguing that because the playing field's not level we should none of us ever cross the line, but there was Steph and Kon and they're married with kids. there was Dean and Felix - I swear Felix would've turned into Arthas II if Dean hadn't been there for him. that's without even touching me and my life.
also it's a pointless argument. they want it to be an enforced rule, but if it's not it's just not. what are they going to do, demote me three years retroactively? i don't think so. so it's just wrangling and insults all round.
also i'm worried shitless about Bull. would you be ok with bringng him to visit sometime?
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Date: 2015-11-24 12:27 am (UTC)what's steph arguing about it for? she was an inmate. don't know furiosa. got a highlight reel to show me? i probably have something to say about it but don't know yet.
what's got u worried about bull? bring him by just give me warning. got to know when to wear pants.
[Which is a joke. Cain is not the type to lounge around, especially not naked; he's too comfortable in the clothes he's worked in for the past forty years.]
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Date: 2015-11-24 11:25 am (UTC)you'd love Furiosa. like rawhide with a soft centre, amazing girl. from one of those worlds where everything's gone and people are hanging on by their teeth and fingernails. ton of respect.
bull's been through some kind of reeducation/brainwashing programme. just lately i'm seeing traces of it like an iceberg just showing through waves and of course he won't talk about it. could use your eyes on it 'cause it's going to wreck him hard soon if i'm any judge.
also you should never wear pants.
you anywhere near that planet where they had the big fruit market? remember those fungoid things that tasted like the lovechild of a raspberry and a lychee? i have a yen to make a pavlova with them.
possibly i just want to watch you whip egg whites <3 <3
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Date: 2015-11-24 06:18 pm (UTC)what kind of iceberg are you seeing?
how many is this pavolova gonna feed if i go get the fruit huh? nah don't tell me better come supervise yourself
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Date: 2015-11-24 06:31 pm (UTC)it's - Bull comes from a very stratified society with priest-enforcers to keep everyone in their allotted positions. renegades get hunted down and killed. honestly it sort of reminds me of the time lords, but a lot more direct and physical.
it's come out lately because we had some new inmates do a bit of murdering. it's like he forgot we aren't here to keep control or give orders. Tiffany brought them drinks and sat down there chatting to them and he got shirty at her. I brought it up - and I was tactful as fuck, mind you - and first he lied to my face and then he shut down like a fucking clam.
those are just details. don't go off on one because Tiffany's involved. what i think i'm looking at is a man who had colouring outside the lines beaten out of him hard. it frightens him to think about and you saw Bull; he's a trained spy and enforcer, he's not a fearful man.
i will do that very thing. d'you need me to pick up the fruit?
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Date: 2015-11-25 02:34 am (UTC)tiff's always had her own wayof dealing with people. she's built for it. bull sounds more like me. except the fear part ;)
i'll get the fruit, you just bring the bull. and some bath salts i'm all out back here.
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Date: 2015-11-25 05:28 pm (UTC)No one's like you. But the Bull is a sweet man and so much fun. Also probably way too stubborn to sort himself out before a disaster happens to him, but ...okay maybe he is a bit like you ;)
i can feel a flood or a breach coming on, it's that time of the month. i'll try and come right after if I'm not too dead or anything.
<3 <3
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Date: 2015-11-27 04:31 pm (UTC)Have fun. Drop me a line so I know how strong to make your drinks after. Good breach = kamikaze bad breach = two bottles of whiskey and no glass.
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Date: 2015-11-27 09:42 pm (UTC)i've encouraged that because fuck knows Vic has a lot to learn about relationships and he needs someone that can stand up to him. but it'll set him back so hard if that goes pearshaped on him.
ugh enough problems. tell me more about the epic poem you're going to write.
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Date: 2017-06-17 08:30 am (UTC)there's some kind of barge disaster upcoming, mind if i park the dogs with you for the duration?
also Steve's dog Libby. lmk the best spacetime and i'll meet you there.
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Date: 2017-06-18 06:33 am (UTC)[transdimensional text][backdated to pre-event]
Date: 2017-06-18 09:57 am (UTC)it's sending out a distress call though. either way this has got potential to be mirror barge levels of bad and it seemed like a thing the dogs needn't be around for.
steve's been trying to rehome Libby since he got demoted. he insists it's for her own safety but it's at least 50% because he wants to punish himself and me and scott are refusing to let him. but it does mean i'm responsible for her so she's getting a nice beach holiday.
be with you around midday your time have the singapore slings ready <3 <3
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Date: 2017-06-28 10:24 am (UTC)He gets to his feet in one quick, easy motion the second he knows she's arrived.
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Date: 2017-06-28 06:04 pm (UTC)"'Ey you. The little blonde one's Libby. Don't let Abaddon give 'er any trouble or Solace'll chew 'is ears off. You smell good."
She has her face pressed into the hollow of his throat, and Iris has always loved the scent of his skin. Changing to a werewolf hasn't changed that, nor has it improved her sense of smell that much: she has always been able to sort individual neurotransmitters, to follow their track along her own perceptions. What's changed is the context, the visceral immediacy of scents.
She bites him, slowly, almost solemn and very lightly, and pays no attention to her enormous sunhat falling to the sand.
[after the Narrenschiff]
Date: 2024-12-14 07:48 pm (UTC)She doesn't call out. She stands there breathing in every scent on the air until he comes to her.
Re: [after the Narrenschiff]
Date: 2024-12-20 08:26 pm (UTC)"Welcome home," he says, giving her a broad grin.
Re: [after the Narrenschiff]
Date: 2024-12-23 07:07 pm (UTC)"We 'ad a Barge thing. We got kidnapped by another bloody ship, we 'ad to fight free in the finish."
She puts her arms around Cain. He's real and solid, and he smells of time and beaches and a little bit of pig. Her bus is right behind her and no one has the power to take him away. She finishes in a small voice.
"There was a version of you on there."
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Date: 2024-12-23 09:35 pm (UTC)Re: [after the Narrenschiff]
Date: 2024-12-24 06:47 pm (UTC)"I could've been. 'E was still you - but staggering under a ton of self-loathing with nowt to 'old 'imself together but professional pride and grinning into the face of destruction. And the ship 'e was on wasn't like the barge. They weren't returning anyone to life, just keeping 'em trapped indefinitely and preying on other ships to keep going. And 'e was good at that. It was like seeing you nail yourself in a coffin."
She runs her fingers along the muscles down his spine.
"So I 'ad to come. I couldn't leave that the last sight I 'ad of you."
Re: [after the Narrenschiff]
Date: 2025-01-01 08:42 pm (UTC)Live life as a pirate, for the sake of living. "I was doing almost that before I got to the Barge."