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[Count on another ren faire escapee to trigger an accidental video (or...perhaps not so accidental, although he's certainly ignoring the device at first) as he wrecks electrical mayhem in the holodeck. It's an impressive lightning storm, if you go in for that kind of thing, the figure in the center of it blindingly illuminated as electricity arcs and scorches in wide blazing bursts, the triggered sprinkler system doing nothing to quell it.

Eventually, it dies down, and the man in the middle of it with a rather ragged beard takes a swig from a bottle.]

You know, [he says, conversationally; this isn't an accident, then] I think we ought to vote on a name change for this Maker accursed ship. My darling friend Isabela hinted to me once--pirate captain, lovely woman, would rob you blind in a flash--I believe hinted to me that renaming a ship and properly anointing it with--ah, 'dancing' and alcohol could shift a curse. What with all the murder and mayhem and general poor attitudes I believe we're overdue!

I say we call her the good ship Meredith. But that's only after an old friend. Absolutely mad and murderous. I think it's fitting--oh, oh, or The Death Trap! Something spooky and doom inducing, at least. Who's with me?

[He fixes the camera with his most dazzling (soaked, drunk) smile.]

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Pity. Ah, well. If I perish it's no particular loss, and the show ought to be fantastic.

[ worried huff! ] Perhaps our understandings of the word are rather different, sir, but I doubt too many people would consider 'watching a man electrocute himself' as 'fantastic!'

No one is forcing you to watch, you know. I'm just saying.

Well, yes, but -- it's wrong for one to remain quiet when someone seems intent on throwing their life away for no purpose. While clearly drunk, at that.

Drunk? Serrah! I am appalled by your accusation.

[...as he drinks from his bottle.]

I don't mean to offend, sir, but I can recognize an inebriated man when I see one! [ huff ] If you really wish to put yourself in danger like that, perhaps you should at least wait until you're sober and fully aware of what you're doing!

Perhaps--

[And that is quite a fireball you just flung, Garrett! You idiot.]

I never want to be sober again. Your concern is mildly misplaced, I'm much better off dead.

[ a startled little noise at that fireball and a nervous pause. ]

... if it's about the ship, being in this place isn't a death sentence, sir. People can adapt, flourish. And I'm sure your, uh -- powers would be of great help to many people. There are very, very few people who are 'better off dead.'

I'm afraid the concern rests at home. You see, I'm not interested in being the figurehead of a hoky war. So a missing martyr or a drunk--really, it's the brightest possible outcome.

Please, don't trouble yourself.

You're ... here though, sir. Not your home. Perhaps this can be your chance to think over what you want, maybe look for a new purpose? [ a lame, nervous laugh. ] Besides, I've heard drinking oneself to death is quite a dreary way of spending time. Surely you can find something more meaningful than that!

[Stop being so sensible and kind, you're ruining a perfectly good self-hatred tantrum :C]

I--

I'm not actually looking to die. I'm just in a mood. I promise, no body to mop up.

[ NOPE you are getting the nosy good samaritan treatment, mister!!! ]

... well, I suppose I can't deny a good venting session every now and then helps one to relax. [ and then, puppy eyes and a little smile. ] It's not so much the cleanup I worry about, sir, as much as watching a good man be injured for no good reason. Please be careful?

[A fate worse than blowing up the ship :( ]

I--I'll try.

You hardly know I'm a good man, though.

[ have a bright, beaming smile. ]

Nonsense, sir! A man uninterested in war, who seems so aware of what he can and cannot do for others must surely be caring and noble. You seem like a good person.

A good person?

[Garrett almost scoffs, but then only looks melancholy.]

I'm afraid few would agree with you. That veil is quite cast aside.

Mmm, but sir, there are very few things out there that everyone can agree on. And I believe a good person is not necessarily one who is liked by everyone. [ a slightly rueful laugh. ] I suppose the world would be a much easier place to live in if good people and bad people were so clearly divided.

[ pause, and he clears his throat before adding brightly, ] I hope it's not terribly rude of me to say this as I know little of your past, but I one can be a good person by working hard with good intentions in mind, trying to help other people. And that's what you were doing here, no? Even if that entailed, ah -- creating an miniature thunderstorm?

...that was more of a--well, a tantrum.

[But Soysauce is uncomfortably spot on, and Garrett clears his throat.] I have--I have been considering working in the gardens, if that counts for anything. And it's not rude at all. Very...generous of you, actually.

But of course! The gardens are an absolutely wonderful place, a quiet little safe haven for many, and it would always be nice to see the plants there flourish. I'm sure many would greatly appreciate anyone who helps there.

[ can you feel the pure good-natured optimism seeping from his voice hawke can you feel it ]

I tend to be nuisance there doing little musical performances now and then -- perhaps we'll run into each other sometime, Mister ... ?

[Make it stop what are you you wonderful person.]

Garrett Hawke. And you are?

I...yes. I used to be a farmer, actually. I always kept a garden. I think security is quite well-staffed, and I--think I've tired of fighting, to be honest. I never had much of a taste for it in the first place.

Mister Hawke! It's a great pleasure to meet you, ah, despite the circumstances. [ have a deep, theatrical bow before he straightens up with a smile. ] Please call me Soysauce! Musician and gun for hire at your service, sir!

[ and then a small sympathetic noise at that last bit. ] Combat does get tiring from time to time, it's hard to deny. I lived on a farm when I was much younger, and working plants does do wonders in helping one relax -- hopefully the gardens will treat you well!

...you're awfully friendly, aren't you.

[Someone has to say it.]

-- eh? Um.

[ pause. is this a trick question. ]

Yes?

It's just--you don't even know me. Why are you being so kind?

Mmm, well. That would be a little unfair, no? To have to know someone in order for them to be kind to you? It would be awfully difficult making new friends, if kindness had to be earned like that, I think.

[ a sheepish little laugh. ]

Although I suppose some may find it a bit discomforting. If that's the case, I do apologize, sir.

No--no, not at all.

[Perhaps a little, but by the Maker, he won't discourage it. Other people might need it.]

Serrah Soysauce, you seem a blessing on this ship, actually.

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