murder --7; voice

[heltersskelter]

[Tate's walking down the hall, his communicator at his side. the video is on, so it flashes as he walks: the wall, his leg, the wall, his leg. it's dark, wherever he is. darker than the halls of the Passenger Quarters, lacking the glow of Engineering or the Shuttle Bay.]

It's like we've come to a new stage of our relationship, now we're talking. [it's as though he's been holding a conversation with someone and the comm started in the middle of it] But you know, I think that guy, you know the one, he needs something more poetic, like: There isn’t anyone to help you. Only me. And I’m the Beast... Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! ... You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you?

[he stops, for a second, and from the lowered angle you can see his other hand. his fingers drum against his leg, like he's anxious. blunted, bitten nails digging into the fabric of his jeans.]

You aren't afraid are you?

[he's walking again]

By the way, sorry about Hayden. She's kind of a bitch when she doesn't get laid, and I mean, you know how people can get on this ship. But next month is New Years, right? I think Hayley missed that. It should be one hell of a party. It's been two years since the first jump showed up. Not everyone has something back home, you know? Maybe some of you have crap to go back to, bullshit families and wives and kids. Jobs, like your lives even matter. But maybe this place isn't so bad. [his voice lowers, not quiet, just deeper:] Can't say this ship never gave you anything.

[then he stops again, all at once. it's darker than it was a second ago, like maybe he's standing beneath an awning. there's no movement for about five minutes, you can't even hear Tate breathing, and right before the video winks off he says:]

What's for dinner?

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[entrapments]

Tate?

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[heltersskelter]

Little Red Riding Wolf.

[that's a hello....]

[gazeboed]

Oh, c'mon now, Tate. Be nice.

[ I CAN RUIN YOUR LIFE HERE, TATER TOT. although this kinda looks like the start of him doing that all on his own, soooo. maybe she'll just provoke and watch everything burn to the ground. that's a fun idea. ]

[heltersskelter]

I didn't do anything.

[cons]

[ let's maybe not provoke the potentially insane when he's being particularly cra- ]

What's there to be afraid of, exactly?

[ or 'definitely provoke him'. yeah. or that. this is probably the opposite of what her talk with Percy should have brought on, but now she's just feeling more paranoid determined than ever. ]

( NOT HERE )

[ripstides]

[ seriously? ]

[heltersskelter]

You tell me.

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[sweetmotherofgod]

Lord of the Flies? I would have though that was a little too assigned reading for you.

[ she's trying hard for joking, but the concern is clear. heather has never been very good at lying. ]

video;

[heltersskelter]

[the video doesn't come up to his face, staying at his leg in the dark hall way]

It was probably the only good book they wanted us to read.

[ripstides]

Yeah. I love high blood pressure. Can't live without it. I'll whip out my Thank You cards. [ certain things and people on this ship, he cares about. they've grown close and as much as he feels like this is a quest as big and as life-changing (or ending) as any other, he wouldn't trade home for this.. but neither would he doom his friends to face it alone. tough call, bro. the sentiment is fair, maybe, but there are ways to go about it and not stomp everyone in the face.

or you know, get bored enough to kill them because that's a thing now apparently. allegedly. he's undecided.

right now the pressing matter is: ] Dude, if you're bogarting a chef and this is your way of announcing it, I'm calling dibs on leftovers.

[heltersskelter]

[he laughs.]

I don't cook.

[like he didn't even hear that first part...]

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[secretlabtech]

You're just a bundle of fun, aren't you?

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[heltersskelter]

[his fingers drum against his leg]

You bored?

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[justamobster]

[ Ladon watches the entire post a few times to be sure he's not missing anything and... nope. It still doesn't make much sense, like half the conversation being had just isn't there. Ladon chews at his bottom lip in concern a moment before asking: ]

You okay there, kid?

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[heltersskelter]

[Tate's video is still on, but it's still pointed at his leg. he's walking again.]

Oh, yeah. Why? Are you?

permavid & text.

[culver]

What do you want to eat?

permavid & text.

[heltersskelter]

[he has to bring the communicator up to look at the text; and it reveals that he's wearing his mask, cast into ghostly shadows by the low light.]

I don't care. Last thing I had was pork chops.

[text]

[jurisimpudent]

Why do you say two years? Are you taking Jaye's experiences as the consistent truth?

[text]

[heltersskelter]

It's the only thing we have to work with, right?

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[dirtyword]

One of my favourites.. [ If Tate wants to talk about it, he'll talk about it. Right now Brendan's clinging to something familiar: a book he's read up and down and front and back. ]

video 5ever but mostly of his leg

[heltersskelter]

Me too.

[theheretic]

Tate? [ He sounds a little wary. Remember the part where Aidan knows what you are? It means you should make this easy and tell him what's going on. ]

[heltersskelter]

Oh, hey.

[it sounds almost like he's surprised to hear from him]

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[peccadillo]

monologue?

[ 'What i s for dinner? Trying to spook? What's the point of this? Trying to be dramatic?'—basic and only train of thought. ]

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[heltersskelter]

monologues are longer. didn't you take lit?

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[20mentholkools]

Seems like you've got things coming here for you.

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[heltersskelter]

[he has this- strange response when he hears Riddick's voice. he stops walking, and his grip flexes on the communicator, and his insides do a little kickstart before settling again. like a pulse of electricity]

For me?