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[circumitus]

[Lately, Rey's been spending most of her free time with a bottle. Being what she is, it takes a long time for the alcohol to affect her system. The sound of glass chinking together can be heard in the background as she's been stacking shotglasses into many leaning towers across the bar counters.

[Muttering:] "Getting drunk should not be this much effort."

[It'll be jump time soon. You'd think that getting smashed is the last thing someone should be doing, but fuck the po-lice.]

"Been thinking..." [She stops, realizing that she's oddly sentimental after too much alcohol.] "'Thinking' -- was never supposed to think. Just follow orders. Do what is told. Am a vessel, 'born to die'."

[Glass chinks.]

"Died plenty of times. This is the final lifeline. My brother has faith. Believes in God and redemption. But he's like me. He simply didn't know for a long time."

[...

[Then again, neither did she.

[She knows better. That thing she saw was not really her brother. Not really Orion. It looked and sounded like him, but it didn't act like him. Orion would never--

[Shotglasses tumble over, across the bar counter, some onto the floor. Rey mutters something else under her breath, but her words are indistinct.]

Comments

Voice

[acapriciousthing]

There's a lot more variety when people die than you might expect. And the funny thing about vessels is they never do stay as empty as their creators hoped.

voice;

[cargojet]

Rey. Maybe...

[ Maybe she needs help. Being anywhere but in the bar. ]

Drinking isn't the answer. You should sleep.

[circumitus]

Jump should be soon. Will sleep then.

[She can't remember the last time she's slept. Seems so trivial in light of recent events.]

[circumitus]

[She makes a sound. There's the background noise of her setting one of the fallen shotglasses, pouring more bourbon into it.]

Sounds like something my brother would've said.

Miss him. Though it's good he's not here. He'd hate this place.

voice;

[peckish4action]

Um. Leaving aside that we're all 'born to die,' technically, that's really morose. And anyone who expects somebody else to die for them or whatever? They're jerks. No matter what you were 'born' for - in the end, what you choose to do matters.

And I hope you don't die soon or anything like that.

voice. private.

[forgodssake]

You're thinking about your brother a lot, then.

[ Maybe Charles is the last person she needs to hear from, but. He can't just ignore something that reads as a cry for help. ]

I wanted to say that I'm sorry, how that all ended. I know it would have been difficult.

[circumitus]

Suppose the idea of being "born to die" was, in the end, this life isn't my own. Can't say for certain, though. Never asked for an explanation.

Either way, I'm alive -- and they're not. Perhaps that accounts for something.

[peckish4action]

Well, if any of them show up here, we can have words. They're idiots.

Nobody should decide what happens to your life than you yourself. No-one.

voice. private.

[circumitus]

The real Orion, yes. Not that copy. He's my better half -- he'd never hurt anything unless they deserved it. Even if it's been a long time, that part would never change. [Which is saying something. In that Charles would probably be undeserving of Orion's wrath.

[Besides, her real brother (as real as he could possibly be) would never condone her living in a cage forever. Living like that.]

No sorries. Could've been worse. Could've been much more difficult.

[circumitus]

Would have disagreed with you a few years ago. Now, not so much. Strange. [Oh, how the times have changed.]

[peckish4action]

[ Change is okay. Sometimes. ]

Why did you think they were right? I mean, assuming it wasn't because you weren't given other options.

[circumitus]

[When you're playing for Team Free Will, it can be. Sort of.]

Wasn't given much choice. Then again, what they wanted was to sharpen a tool. They didn't want a person with feelings and a conscience.

voice. private.

[forgodssake]

I'll bear that in mind. I'm glad he was something better to you than whatever that was.

[ A beat. He accepts her decline regarding apology, says instead; ]

Would you like me to accompany you back to the medical bay? The jump'll be soon, you might wish to sober.

voice. private.

[circumitus]

Good men are hard to find. [Especially if they're still persistent even after you go insane and try to kill them, like Rey did once. Wups.

[She hesitates, giving Charles' offer some consideration. She pushes back in her bar chair, and stumbles.]

...

Possibly for the best, yes. [Last thing she needs is to miss the jump due to a lacking of coordination.]

[cargojet]

You still shouldn't be drinking alone. It's not gonna make it better, not gonna make it less than it is. Trust me, I've been right down there myself.

[circumitus]

Didn't want to trouble anyone with extra baggage after what happened.

voice;

[handelaar]

You're going to the jump.

[That's not a question :l]

[circumitus]

Still have miles to go before I sleep.

[That's as good of an answer as any translating "Yes I'm going to the stupid jump. :|"]

[cargojet]

It's no trouble. Are you on 1, or somewhere else?

[circumitus]

First deck bar area, yes.

[She doesn't live on this deck anymore -- she doesn't technically "live" anywhere. But she's drawn to the familiarity of the place.]

[acapriciousthing]

I think a lot of people feel that way about their families here. I know I do.

[cargojet]

I could come keep you company. How does that sound?

[circumitus]

Didn't used to feel that way. Wasn't possible. Wonder sometimes whether things would've been better if they had stayed the same -- not feeling.

[circumitus]

If you'd like. It's a free bar.

[peckish4action]

[ Pretty much. Team Free Will is fun, though. ]

Yeah, I have a friend or two who've been in that fix. Whoever put them into it was wrong. Plain wrong.

Them and you, obviously.