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reverielogs2018-06-22 11:02 am
resleeves) wrote in reverielogs2018-06-22 11:02 am
i hear the voices getting louder
» 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
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ 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? ]
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» 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
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3
[Says Ricki- he'd been just passing by by he recognizes that backpack. He's got a glass, and an eye for that bottle. He sets the first on the table, and reaches for the second.]
And cuddling that thing like it's your long lost child.
Re: 3
[ hew as a kind, expressive soul when he wanted to be. ]
I'm not hugging it. I'm making sure no one takes it.
[ there were a lot of people that had designs on his backpack and he was making sure no one got sticky fingers. ]
It's a popular item.
no subject
[He finishes his pour, and leans into the edge of the table, giving him a thoughtful look.]
It makes her the envy of her entire first grade class.
no subject
[ had he asked this before? he doesn't know, he'd had a lot to drink recently and now that the alcohol's pretty much tapped, he's starting to sober up and he's unhappy about that fact. ]
She's got a shithead for a father.
no subject
[Assuring him, breezily.]
Danny would also judge you for your backpack. She's a discerning little kid.
What has you in such a good mood?
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[ you were probably lying about being a fucking liar. ]
Fuck Danny.
[ everyone was just jealous of his backpack. it would have been even worse if it would have come with all the drugs that had been tucked up inside of it for so long. ]
Can't I just love my life? It's fucking wonderful.
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You've- won a bet? Got a date. No, you're up for a promotion.
Have you been voted station governor?
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[ he just wanted you to know that, ricki. so, you don't lose sleep at night, you fucking dick. ]
Your guesses need a lot of fucking work. None of those are plausible.
[ well, the bet one might be because he had made a stupid bet with alex but he doubts that's ever gonna happen. alex is not going to land a blow. ]
no subject
[He agrees, readily.]
There's maybe two more swallows in this bottle. Have you got a glass down there you'd like topped up or are they mine?
no subject
[ two more swallows wasn't going to get him any drunker than he already was so why even try. the alcohol was pretty much gone which meant that getting a head start on remembering how to be sober was probably a good idea. ]
Savor it, though. There's not much alcohol left. Soon enough, we'll be living on a dry station.
[ the horror. ]
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In that sense it's sort of a blessing. It'll light a fire under people in a hurry.
[He's in a cheerful mood too, obviously.]
no subject
[ you're being judged, ricki. ]
The fuck do you think you're going to find that? Down on that planet? Because we've been up here awhile now and they ain't done jack shit.
[ so, unless ricki had some line on snapping alcohol out of thin air...]
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I'll promise to teach them to make fruit into liquor if it'll help, I just want a preemptive answer to what happens when the raw materials inside the replicator runs out. I'm envisioning a vat in the walls getting lower by the minute.
no subject
[ he doesn't want that to be the case but miller sounds pretty fucking convinced that there's no one home. and kovacs can't really argue because he thinks if someone was down there, there would be some kind of signal or indication of life.
but there'd been nothing. ]
You gonna go down there and fuck a rock to restart civilization?
no subject
[Reasons Ricki, with a rather mild tone, as though this determination is natural as can be.]
I'm not interested in finding out what impermanent death means for real hunger.
no subject
[ sounds like he has a lot of big fucking ideas but he's still sitting in this bar, doing nothing. ]
Or is it that you're just all fucking talk and little fucking walk?
no subject
Two, this kicks into action as a liquor search, remember? And we're not out yet.
Leaves us in the planning stages.
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it wasn't actually that dire but it's going to suck when the alcohol's gone. ]
You should get a diagram drawn. Maybe some slides. A whole presentation on what you think should happen. Present it to everyone. Work on your public speaking skills.
no subject
[Complains Ricki, and now leans into the table, folding his arms, resting his chin on top of them.]
I'm not that kind of plant.
I need to find someone who works that way and- work in the background and... rouse. Foment.
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[ he wasn't going to be your spokesperson, ricki. he didn't mind working in the background but he wasn't much of a team player (ask ortega) so trying to be the person in front of the cameras was not going work.
plus, he wasn't going to let anyone pull his fucking strings. ]
Guess you're just stuck laying here, doing jack shit until then. Too bad. I was so looking forward to you saving everyone and being a hero.
no subject
[Complains Ricki, but he settles in with a sigh, propping his feet up and tipping his head back.]
Let me know if you meet any noble young people who seem like they need a project.
no subject
[ don't count on that, ricki. he was going to forget this conversation in an hour. ]
You can find your own young mind to corrupt.
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[Says Ricki, archly. This might be extremely good news for Kovacs, being that in this scenario it's hypothetical alien fruit and also it's been twenty years since Ricki heard older prisoners telling tales about how the process done. It's a plan with a high potential of falling apart.]
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[ you needed to catch up, ricki! he'd never been a helper. ]
I don't want your prison wine. Sounds gross.
[ besides, miller was going to get going on toilet wine soon. so, he'd just steal that shit. ]
I'll get my own terrible alcohol.
[ from a toilet. ]
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