video, the first } gordon ramsay eat your heart out

[allbloodyhail]

[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.]

Comments

[allbloodyhail]

Forts? What kind of forts? [He asks the deep, hard-hitting questions around here yes he does.]

[askedtobe]

[ he hates you already spike, what even. ] I don't know, but i'm pretty sure they've got at least a few places hidden back there.

[ which is to say that peter has no idea what he's talking about. at all. ]

[allbloodyhail]

...Right. So what do you do here? You have to know that much.

[askedtobe]

I'm on medical. [ which isn't saying much, really. he avoids nathan, he avoids his room, he avoids thinking about absolutely everything. ] .. That's about all there is to tell.

[allbloodyhail]

So you're what, a doctor? A nurse? An orderly?

[He made a face, clearly taking pity on Peter. Even if he didn't know his story.

Not yet.]

Anyone ever tell you you talk too much?

[askedtobe]

Used to hear it all the time. [ even from taxi cab drivers. ]

I'm a nurse- was one back home. Pretty sure anyone we consider an orderly in the medbay's just someone that don't know what else to do with their time. But it's not like we know if anyone's actually licensed, either.

[allbloodyhail]

One of the many pitfalls of being in Space, I guess.

[askedtobe]

Or one of the benefits, depending on who you talk to.

[allbloodyhail]

[a beat]

And which is it for you?

[askedtobe]

A pitfall. Don't really need any more people lying about their intentions.

[allbloodyhail]

I know the feeling.

[Two guesses who he's talking about here. Rhymes with 'puffy.']

[askedtobe]

Too many people around here take everyone at their word. [ Including you, Peter, shut up. ]

[allbloodyhail]

What else are we supposed to take them for, eh?

[askedtobe]

[ Anything else. Liars. Murderous psychopaths. Megalomaniacs.... People that will break you for-- ]

Point taken. Especially since space brings out the best in people.

[allbloodyhail]

If Space doesn't, I dunno what will.

[askedtobe]

Just have to make do with what we've got.

[allbloodyhail]

That's about the size of it, mate.

[askedtobe]

Thanks for the pep talk.

[allbloodyhail]

Anytime.

[And despite his goofy tone, he really means that.]

[askedtobe]

I'm holding you to that.

[ Except he isn't, not really. But he's disconnecting before he can be judged for his own tone. ]