voice

[humanistic]

[...there's a second of white noise, because-- well, this is weird. It's like online chatrooms, which Mitchell has never been keen on, to say the least. One on one communication hasn't been so bad--better, actually, considering he's been mostly holed up in his room, avoiding human/werewolf contact. But, right--necessity--]

If people are going t' go through those tubes and get onto that other ship, do their phones keep on working? These devices, I mean. Do they go that far? If they do, and if this can be heard over there, I'm making a request. Space pirates had to have cigarettes on them, yeah, and I'm in need of cigarettes. Sanctioned looting can include a bit of personal stuff, yeah-- and it's sort of a, a desperate need. Please and thanks in advance.

[Like very desperate. Like the more he talks about it, the more strained his voice goes. Vampires with nicotine addictions, it's a hard life. A pause, then, he might finish there--but instead he sucks in a breath. Right. Normal.]

Actually, there's a lot of questions on how things work around here, and not all of it is out of our control. Like--so there's a cast of, what, a hundred plus of us, and we have t' trade for things that we need, if someone else has got them. But if you don't have anything t' trade, is it just-- begging for it? Hoping for a bit of Christian charity? Every man for himself? Not that I'd be much surprised by that one, given the... [Maybe it's better not to finish that one, in light of recent events, but given his low faith in humanity, and given his own recent exploints, none this is really all that surprising. So, wry once more:] ...given the situation.

[An awkward pause.]

Anyways. Thanks again.

Comments

[enforced]

Are you looking for something other than cigarettes?

[humanistic]

...no? Just the cigarettes. Why?

[theshabbiestofmen]

It might be easier if you just gave up on them. There's a scarcity of cigarettes on this ship-- and yes, it's sort of praying for Christian charity. Or that you have what someone else needs.

[enforced]

I can't help you with the cigarettes.

voice;

[logicunlocked]

You know, they grow tobacco in the gardens here.

[ York sounds amused. Sometimes people can actually come by things honestly, if they just know where to look. ]

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

One can barter. I myself bargained successfully at one point for an item with the promise of performing chores.

Might I suggest, though, speaking to the agricultural team? There are a great many plants growing in the oxygen gardens; perhaps one is some sort of...futuristic substitute for tobacco.

[humanistic]

[He snorts, dryly.]

Yeah. Very easy for you t' say. What happens if you haven't got anything anyone needs, that's what I'm saying.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Then you learn to live without it.

voice;

[humanistic]

[...a surprised pause. What.]


...Really?

[humanistic]

Right. You came here specifically t' tell me that you can't help me. And you'll forgive me if I don't fall over myself to thank you, right.

[voice]

[humanistic]

I don't do chores.

[And that's firm; that isn't the sort of statement you can argue with.]

And I'm not looking for a substitute, I'm looking for the actual thing. But someone else said the same thing. [A pause.] Is there really an agricultural team?

[humanistic]

Still not really an option. Are you usually this helpful?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Sorry, what precisely would be helpful? I'm not about to pull cigarettes out of my arse, so you can stop acting as if that's what I ought to be doing.

voice;

[logicunlocked]

Yeah. 'S not free. You gotta chip in some labor to get a cut.

[humanistic]

Well, no one would want those, that's just disgusting.

[That's a joke.]

I'm not saying you have t' give them to me, I'm saying telling people looking for cigarettes to live without them isn't the best choice.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Surely you don't need them. It's like chocolate, isn't it; I like it, but I don't need it to live.

voice;

[humanistic]

Work in the gardens.

[d r y .]

You aren't possibly part of team agriculture, are you.

voice;

[logicunlocked]

[ He chuckles. ]

Nope. I just pitch in to get some tobacco.

I get the feeling you're more into the trading idea than you are into doing that.

i almost banned you fuckin werewolf

[humanistic]

That's not even the same-- look, you can like chocolate. I like pizza. But liking it isn't the same as--

It's sort of like... a routine.

wow that's p. offensive why would you ever

[theshabbiestofmen]

I don't know what else to tell you. If you'd like, I can try to grow you extra tobacco, but there's nothing to do beyond that.

voice;

[humanistic]

Yeah, manual labor? Not really for me. That and plants are meant to be kept alive, and I sort of have the opposite effect on them. Anti green thumbs.

Trading, though, I could maybe do trading. [Says the guy with nothing to trade.]

voice;

[logicunlocked]

Yeah? What have you got? I have a friend who could use some clothes.

idk werewolf it was an accident

[humanistic]

You're suggesting that you're going to grow tobacco for me.

[suspicious now...]

Have you got some started?

I HAVE A NAME

[theshabbiestofmen]

Not yet.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

[It's the statement about not doing chores that gets Edgeworth's temper up a bit. Who the hell doesn't do chores?]

No, I was joking. And those vegetables you've been eating have, of course, miraculously been born of the ether, without the interference of human hand.