i hear the voices getting louder

[resleeves]

» WHO? takeshi kovacs + ota
» WHEN? throughout the weekend and next week
» WHERE? chapel, fitness area, bar, and various others
» WHAT? causing trouble
» WARNINGS? language but nothing else as of yet

001. chapel

[ he's not here to pray.

he's not here to do anything but sit in the quiet and think. it's been a few weeks since the arrival of the backpack (which sits on the bench beside him) and he'd thought, for a few hours, that maybe more things would arrive. maybe a gun or an oni or fuck, he'd take ortega herself showing up. but nothing else familiar arrives.

he's even started seeing less of quell. she's still there when he sleeps but the glimpses of her he used to catch from the corner of his eyes are happening less and less. he's not sure if that means his fragged mind is healing or getting worse.

maybe it seems she's alive somewhere. yeah right, what a fucking miracle that would be. he'd seen her explode and he'd probably walked on the ashes that had been her body as he'd tried to get off harlan's world.

while he's alone, he reads a few of the quotes off the wall and then reaches into the backpack to physically throw garbage at the ones he doesn't like (which is all of them). he knew that some of this shit would come in handy and making a mess was juvenile but he had fuck all else to do.

it wasn't like anyone would notice. this place was a mess anyway. ]

002. fitness area

Well, this is just fucking boring.

[ ever since the new sleeve, he's never really done a lot of solo training. quell's training two sleeves ago had stuck and from then on, a life spent being hunted and taking out those he'd been paid to kill had left him in decent enough shape.

then, there had been the life sentence and over two centuries spent on ice doing absolutely nothing. ryker's death had left a physically capable sleeve behind even if it was a sleeve that she had a fucking attachment to, unbeknownst to him until he'd been wearing the sleeve for awhile.

he drops the backpack on the ground and circles the room, staring down at the pool and making a face. didn't look like any place he wanted to take a swim in. plenty of people had probably pissed in that.

these facilities were a long way from even carnage's shitty little spectacle. at least he'd had a cheering section and some competition. ]

Ain't none of that here.

[ of course he'd think that. of course. ]

003. bar

[ even kovacs could tell the alcohol was running low. he kept expecting to stop in (during one of his daily walks through the station) and see more of it. but, that hadn't happened yet. bottles were half empty, knocked over and collecting dust.

kovacs spends some time behind the bar, remembering the one time he'd had a bartender who made some decent drinks before she'd up and disappeared. lucky fucker. if she wasn't here, she had to be somewhere better.

and yet, he's still here, stuck. one of the bottles he picks up and brings up to sniff is filled with something so strong that it burns the lining of his nose and actually makes him blink. ]

Smells like fuel.

[ which meant it was fucking perfect.

kovacs made his way over to one of the booths and laid down, long legs dangling over the side. the backpack was placed on his stomach and the bottle on the table. he stared up at the ceiling, wondering how plausible it would be to just kick his way out of this place.

answer: not plausible at all.

where was poe and his arsenal when you really needed him? ]

004. wildcard

[ got something else in mind? feel free to make it happen. hit me up at spoonishly to plot! ]

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[resleeves]

[ truthfully, he doesn't know if he believes it but she certainly does. and what the fuck does he know about her world? nothing. so, he can't say what she's witnessed, what she's felt is impossible because he doesn't know and saying otherwise would just be fucking foolish. ]

Suppose you just caught me on a good day.

[ he shrugs. listening is one of those things that he can do when he's motivated enough and doesn't absolutely hate the person talking.

so, good on you, vanessa. you're tolerable. ]

[possidetur]

Perhaps I did.

( though it would seem that she'd seemed to catch him on a good day every time. she didn't believe it was just because she was so lucky -- she didn't believe she was lucky )

I didn't ask why you'd come here.

( and considering that she hadn't technically asked it gave him an out if he didn't wish to answer )

[resleeves]

No reason.

( he'd just needed to walk, to wander, to try and get out of his own head. )

Not too many places to go on this fucking station so you end up in places where other people are more often than not. No ulterior motive behind me being here. Just where my feet took me.

[possidetur]

I daresay that's far from the strangest reason someone has come here.

( and it was probably a rather common one. she didn't want to hazard a guess at what the strangest reason was, though likely some of what she'd needed would count )

I imagine that this one room is very different from any church I'm familiar with.

( in terms of their services. how would it be done? )

[resleeves]

Yeah.

( then again, kovacs hasn't been in a church in...forever. it wasn't like his parents were exactly the religious type and once he'd gone from child to adult in the span of a day, he hadn't had the time to find religion.

it was too late for him now. )

I think it's a waste of a room. Should have used this place as alcohol storage. Fill it up so we don't end up going without.

[possidetur]

You believe that's our most important need?

( she can't tell if he's joking or not, his tone too dry and vanessa not knowing him well enough, though some here would likely agree that it was )

[resleeves]

You don't?

( while he truly believes in the need for alcohol storage, he doesn't know if that's the most pressing thing this room could be used for.

still, they should have some room set aside for it. )

The fuck's a chapel doing besides sitting here, taking up space?

[possidetur]

There are many reasons why a person may need it.

( to pray, confess, feel hope. habit. if it wasn't something that you did it was harder to understand )

They may have found a need for it.

[resleeves]

( to that, kovacs shrugs. even if they didn't use this room to store alcohol, he thinks there's gotta be a better use than a fucking chapel. )

That's what private rooms are for. Keep it in there. Keep this room for something fucking useful.

( maybe they'd have more supplies or a fucking idea as to what this place was if this room had been freed up for something other than religion. )

[possidetur]

It would have been to them.

( people that were here for a long time, more people than were here now. people had customs, routines. she didn't know much about space but vanessa wasn't certain that that stopped simply because their location was different )

We cannot judge what we don't know.

[resleeves]

( vanessa, if there was one thing he would learn about kovacs, it was that he could and would judge anyfuckingthing. it was both a gift and a talent. )

Nothing to be done about it now, I guess.

( the chapel was here and he wasn't up to any fucking renovation. )

Maybe I'll have a change of heart and start worshiping some random deity so I can get the fuck off this place. See the light.

( fat chance. )

[possidetur]

( if vanessa was the kind of person to roll her eyes she would be doing that right now )

Perhaps we should find you somewhere else to be.

( she may not be sure what she believes in but she can still be a little insulted. it's been a large part of her life )

[resleeves]

( kovacs makes a face and slides down, getting more comfortable. )

I'm good here.

( she could leave but he was just going to sit there and stink up the place with his lack of believing. )

[possidetur]

Why would you stay?

( if it bothered him so much, the fact that the chapel existed, why stay in it? why not remove yourself? )

[resleeves]

I'm comfortable.

( he doesn't really need more of a reason than that. he's comfortable, he doesn't mind the company, and it's quiet.

fuck religion but it's nice to be in a room that wasn't stuffed full with people. )

[possidetur]

( it feels at first like a little bit of a crap answer but then vanessa pauses, comparing this place to the other halls, other rooms. no one was here but them. it was quiet, calm. the peace that you'd expect a chapel to be )

Would you care for some company?

[resleeves]

Feel free.

( he's not going to kick her out. he doesn't know how talkative he's going to be but he's not going to kick her out.

see? tolerated company. that was a compliment in kovacs' eyes. most everyone else he would have tried to drive away. )