ataraxion | [ text and voice ] ✉ first transmission in which there are complaints and headaches.

[ the first thing dundee feels like doing is throwing up, which in and of itself is a bit of a feeling he tries to avoid. sure, he's felt like this before, but usually it was after a hard night of partying and to be perfectly honest, he hasn't done that in years. the second thing, the far more important thing for dundee, is that he realizes he's on spaceship of sorts and unlike the worrisome desire to throw up, this revelation causes him to pause.

logically, he doesn't think he should be here, but he is and he doesn't necessarily know how, though the weird pod is a definite possibility to him. he has to force himself to try to stop feeling so disoriented before he gets up to go find something to contact another human being with. (except, perhaps he's alone and- dundee doesn't want to think about that possibility.)

it takes him a bit to find his device, but once he does, he reads everything he can. he figures that there are probably locked bits that he can't see, but unlike some people he knows, he can respect a person's privacy. besides, looking at the locks and the differences between this tech and tech back at home, he thinks even aberdeen or cambridge might have problems with it. (speaking of, he notices a woman with the...name cambridge; it's confusing to him and he's pretty sure that it's just the residual disorientation talking. he makes a not to ask about that, perhaps later.) he notices oxford there and makes a face, not the best company, but it'll do in a pinch. though, dundee doesn't technically count this as necessarily being in a pinch, since in addition to oxford, there's what looks like aberdeen (oh he can recognize her texts anywhere) and durham. potentially five out of a number usually much larger than that. how enjoyable.

after a bit of a wait, dundee finds himself typing away, sending a very simple message that will make no sense to certain people, but will make enough sense to the people he wants it to. ]

if the city dundee means anything to any of you, i believe that we might want to talk. just for the sake of talking, perhaps.

[ he then flips it to voice. he's hardly vain, but he'd prefer not to show off how he might look right now to everyone else. not yet at least. ]

Out of curiosity, whose brilliant idea was it to make this transfer, I believe you'd call it, here, come with the feeling of being hungover. Had I have known, I would have packed pain medication in my bag so that I could take something when I got here. I would just honestly like to point out that hangovers are not a way to endear yourself to people. Odd, I know, but it's the truth.

Speaking of, does anyone have anything on hand in the realm of pain medication or should I just burrow into some form of a bed and come out once I feel better?

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why the hell not.

he's fucked the other aberdeens.
he hasn't fucked this one.
and he won't.

conversation, over.

some things never change. and not for lack of trying, I presume? but on whose part?

[ needless to say, the conversation is far from over. ]

[ Like she said: ]

he doesn't want to fuck me.

[ (God knows she's tried.) NOW PULL A SHERLOCK AND DEDUCE SOME SHIT, CAMBRIDGE. ]

i never said that.

[ in fact, HE DISTINCTLY REMEMBERS SAYING THE OPPOSITE. you're oversimplifying things, aberdeen. ]

do share.

with you? i know better than that. you can guess. it's what your gossiping self does best.

you really don't want me using my imagination, Dundee.

Cambridge, believe me, nothing you say to me can actually be worse than what everyone else thinks. try me.

you don't.

[ At the end of the day, there is no fucking. So it doesn't really matter what you say, Dundee. :| ]

not now.

[ :| let him pretend it does, because he wants to pretend that maybe it actually means something that he might. ]

[ Unfortunately, Aberdeen's emotional circuits don't run that deep (or if they do, she fails to acknowledge or recognize them). ]

now is what's relevant.

[ while his run that deep and he can't ever stop them. he'd love to, but he can't. ]

if now was relevant, we'd be having sex instead of sending messages to each other over text.

[ he's twisting the words just slightly and he knows, but it feels like he needs to. ]

you know where to find me.

[ Yes, that's an invitation. Yes, she knows he won't take it. (Again.) But the offer is there to prove a point. That now is relevant, but not relevant enough to Dundee to actually do anything about it. ]

[ she's right he probably won't, but they're already in a hole in this conversation, so he just goes with it. ]

sitting outside my room or in yours?

mine.

[ Eventually the distinction won't matter anymore. Eventually, maybe soon, they'll be the same thing. ]

[ but you've got to admit there's certainly something to be said for making people to spell things out. ]

does he ever tell you why not?

because he's not an opportunistic aberdeen fucker.

oh dear, did I put him off his game?

you wouldn't know what it's like.

good god, tawse - why are you so keen on him, exactly? in a repeated and flagrant abuse of his position the man has fucked all his other aberdeens but he isn't fucking you. doesn't that make you wonder?

~~because he's needed.~~
everyone has tolerances.

[ He's reached his with Hallah. ]

whatever that means.

moore, leave her alone.

Sorry, was any of what I just typed untrue?

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