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ataraxion2012-01-16 12:13 am
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[ 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?
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?
action; IT TOOOO LATE TO BACK OUT
he'll never tell her to stop. ian malone would rather run into a brick wall than tell hallah tawse that. ian loves her. dundee loves aberdeen. the same person loves another, but the distinction lies in what he'd allow himself to do. she can poke and prod at him because he doesn't mind. it's just what she does until she's satisfied. let her try to figure him out. he's a puzzle, less complicated than her, but one nonetheless.
his tongue darts to lick his lips for a moment before smiling just slightly. of course she'd say that. of course. his fingertips dig in a little more to make sure she's fully steady despite being on her tiptoes. if she fell, he'd go tumbling down with her and he doesn't know (he has an idea) what would happen if that happened. ]
You want me to, don't you Hallah? [ he asks, knowing the answer, but still wanting to hear it before he gives her a kiss. maybe. ]
action; BUT I WANNA GO HOME AND WEEP INTO MY PILLOW!!!! D:
Don't ask stupid questions or you know what I want or you can fuck me now too. Something so blunt as to be antagonistic because for Hallah and Ian (for Aberdeen and Dundee) there is no other way to be. They're both too stubborn and too headstrong and unwilling to admit aloud just how codependent they are on one another. But they are — there's no denying it — almost suffocatingly so and although that hasn't changed since arriving on the Tranquility other things — some large, some infinitesimal and small — have.
Again, it's that difference between hold me and fuck me, a divide that Hallah never truly acknowledges except when she calls Dundee by name. Never truly acknowledges until now, because instead of her predetermined retort, instead of kissing him the way she might normally do, Aberdeen drops back down to flatfooted, Dundee's hand still on her hips.
She drops down and slides her hands up until her arms are crossed against the nape of his neck and her face is pressed against his throat, her mouth murmuring against his pulse but never kissing. ]
Tell me you won't fight her again.
[ It's as much for her as it is for him.
(Don't make me have to admit those things again. Not unless I have to.) ]
action; N O P E BUY A PILLOW HERE AND WEEP INTO IT D:
this is hallah with him, not aberdeen. even though they're the same person, with the same personality and with the same sort bluntness, hallah will show a bit of self control. they're codependent and for the two of them, it's something...they shouldn't admit. and even there was a possibility that they should, it's still such an impossibility with how they are as people.
all ian will ever admit is that he cares about her. not that he finds her to be someone who needs to be in his life. just that he cares so deeply about her that it's kind of patethic sometimes. a part of him, close to the surface, is actually a little saddened that she dropped back to her feet.
at least until her hands slide up to his neck and her face just seems to burrow against his throat. his heartbeat jumps when she murmurs against it and he not entirely sure he minds. (it's times like this that he can pretend that they're normal.) ]
I won't. She dragged you into it and that's exactly what I wanted to avoid. So. I won't.
[ he'll try. he can't say for sure that he will, but he'll try to not fight with her.
(please don't make me feel worse than i do about this. i care about you and it hurts to know i'm hurting you.)
he uses the leverage he has from his hands still holding onto her hips to pick her up just slightly so he can nuzzle her nose before giving her a small kiss. it's probably not exactly what she wants, but it's what he wants to give her. ]
Did that fall under the permission?
action;
Aberdeen's lashes flutter when he breaks contact and she feels something, not inside her mouth or against her lips but underneath her breastbone. A sharp contraction, like the muscles of her heart all seizing at the same time. It's annoying and terrible and distinctly Dundee; and it's enough to get her to wind her fingers into his hair and tug him down for a second, more urgent kiss. Maybe it's neediness she feels, maybe it's panic; or maybe it's something else entirely, But in any case, Aberdeen doesn't understand it any more than Hallah does and she doesn't try to. (She just wants it gone.)
When Dundee tries to pull away again, Aberdeen makes a small, insistent noise in her throat (possessive and pleading). ]
You can't stop, [ she tells him. ]