ataraxion | video, the first } gordon ramsay eat your heart out

[Spike puts his booted feet up on the table in the lounge, puffing idly on a cigarette. He kinda didn't care about the recirculated air thing given that he didn't actually need to breathe. Instead he's just going to get right to it, leaning over the feed.]

Can't believe what the kitchen here calls 'hot wings.' More like spicy mystery meat, if you ask me. Which you didn't, but I'm telling you anyway. Because there's not one bloody thing else to do up here. Can only walk round in circles so many times before you start getting dizzy. Not that I've done that...

[Instead he's been riding the elevators up and down for the better part of four hours.]

Say, anyone know how to play cribbage? I'd settle for a rollicking game of Operation, at this rate.

[He's away from the screen just a moment, coming back up without his cigarette.]

I know. Charades. Yeah? [He stands up and sets the device far enough away to catch his expression. First word. A person. He flaps his arms like wings then rearranges his brow to hang over his eyes. See what he's doing here... No, probably not. He puts his hands together like prayer and draws a halo over his head with smoke from his cigarette (that he quickly puts down again, off screen).

There's a pause, and then Spike rolls his eyes. He got bored of his own boredom-curing movement.] You know the guy. He's not really on security, is he?

[The video ends with a slightly melodic laugh and a hoo sound. As in, hoo boy, that's a knee-slapper.

You're welcome, Ataraxion.]

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You really need to work on your charades skills. [A beat.] Better yet, don't ever do it again.

[Don't mind her trolling. She's not in a good place right now.]

...Someone's grumpy. [He is unfazed by your trolling, Bela.] Admit it, it was a good show.

For good reason. [And it's not because of his display. Someone close to her left the ship recently.] Please. I've seen better variety acts on the streets.

Well, so's your face! [...wait.] What reason?

Why should I tell you? Not like you'd care anyway.

[A blank look.] I asked, didn't I? Come on, out with it.

[Bela sighs, switching to a private feed.]

Someone I got close to on this ship went home at the last jump. I'm so pissed at him for leaving even though I knew that there was always the possibility that he could go at any time.

It hasn't been easy.

[He can try to be serious. He just lost a dear friend before coming here. Witness him be Mr Sensitive or something.]

...Wasn't his choice, though, was it? Wasn't any of ours.

Not that it's any consolation really.

Yeah, I know. [She understood that. Didn't mean that she had to like it.] If he had the choice, I think he would have stayed here.

[It was basically what he had written in the letter she found stashed in his room. She knew he meant every single word.]

This is pathetic really. Feeling like this.

Don't I know it, luv. Nothing to do but suffer through it.

Who knows. Next jump he could be back, right?

The possiblity of him returning is there. What I'd be more worried about is him not remembering me or what we had.

I need a drink. Anything. Something to take the edge off.

Let's go find us some booze then.

We might find some in the kitchen. Failing that, the bar is an option.

[To hell with everything else. Getting pissed sounds like a good idea.]

To the bar! [wait. there's a bar. Spike frowns.] ...Where's the bar?

[He's disappointed in himself for not already being there.]

You didn't know there was one? How awful. [ a bar was essential in a place like this.]

Tell you what. Pick a place we can meet and I'll show you where it is.

I'm on the hollodeck. Third floor, I think. [He had been playing elevator so long he wasn't really sure on that one.]

Stay there. I won't be long, okay? [The sooner she gets to the bar, the better.]

Yes, ma'am. [He gives her a little salute and mimes being stuck to the spot. Welp.]

[Okay, so she can't help but laugh at that before switching the feed off.]

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