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colorofthesky) wrote2020-12-03 09:35 pm
colorofthesky) wrote2020-12-03 09:35 pm
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“Hey, it’s Zack. Leave a message after the beep.”
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“Hey, it’s Zack. Leave a message after the beep.”
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Zack Fair? This is Gertrude Robinson, your inmate this month. [Her tone is briskly matter-of-fact, barely softened by age, and just a little sarcastic.]
Are you free this afternoon? I prefer to get to know anyone who is responsible for me.
Are you free this afternoon? I prefer to get to know anyone who is responsible for me.
Hi, Ms. Robinson!
I'm definitely free. Is there somewhere in particular you'd like to meet?
I'm definitely free. Is there somewhere in particular you'd like to meet?
Gertrude, please. I prefer the fifth floor common room, unless you have a different preference?
Just doing my Inmate duty and checking in. You have a particular way you do this shit?
Honestly? As informally as possible works just fine for me.
Is there anywhere you like to hang out that I can meet you?
Is there anywhere you like to hang out that I can meet you?
Like a fucking chimney. I'll be down in the Greenhouse.
[Sure enough, he can be found there, sitting on a knoll of long grasses that are sprinkled with tall wildflowers. Sweeney smokes a hand-rolled cigarette.]
[Sure enough, he can be found there, sitting on a knoll of long grasses that are sprinkled with tall wildflowers. Sweeney smokes a hand-rolled cigarette.]
See you in a few!
[ As promised, Zack shows up a couple of minutes later. He's got some dirt on his clothes and a little smudge on his cheek -- he works here so, of course, there's some mess.
He's young, obviously, but the scar on his cheek and the strange brightness of his blue eyes indicate he isn't exactly unseasoned. ]
Hey - Sweeney, right?
[ As promised, Zack shows up a couple of minutes later. He's got some dirt on his clothes and a little smudge on his cheek -- he works here so, of course, there's some mess.
He's young, obviously, but the scar on his cheek and the strange brightness of his blue eyes indicate he isn't exactly unseasoned. ]
Hey - Sweeney, right?
"That's me," he replies off-handedly as he taps his ash. Sweeney doesn't stand, but it's still obvious he's a large fellow. He clears 6'6" when he does, the wild crest of his hair buying him a few more inches beyond that. While his accent is distinctly Irish, it's more gruff than traditionally musical.
"Guessin' yer Zack." Upon seeing him, the man feels a bit familiar. Sweeney's probably seen him around the greenhouse, but never given a shit enough to talk to him. This knoll is pretty much the only place he enjoys in here, given it's out of the way and quieter. And that bit about it having been made for him, obviously. His own little patch of Ireland.
"Guessin' yer Zack." Upon seeing him, the man feels a bit familiar. Sweeney's probably seen him around the greenhouse, but never given a shit enough to talk to him. This knoll is pretty much the only place he enjoys in here, given it's out of the way and quieter. And that bit about it having been made for him, obviously. His own little patch of Ireland.
"Yup, that's me."
He has a seat on the grass without any fanfare. He's pretty sure he's seen Sweeney around the ship somewhere (a guy his height is hard to miss), but they haven't ever talked.
"You hang out here a lot?"
He has a seat on the grass without any fanfare. He's pretty sure he's seen Sweeney around the ship somewhere (a guy his height is hard to miss), but they haven't ever talked.
"You hang out here a lot?"
Sweeney rolls his eyes beneath their lids as he shrugs. "Folk seem to complain less if I'm smokin' an' drinkin' here instead of the bar. Lounge. Whate'er ya'll call it."
It's true. He's not sure quite why, but he's not going to lament it. He can get fucked up and not have to deal with others? Just fine by him. Though at the same time, it's fewer brawls to be had so...
He takes a long drag and looks the man over. "Let me guess. Yer not one fer drinkin' either."
It's true. He's not sure quite why, but he's not going to lament it. He can get fucked up and not have to deal with others? Just fine by him. Though at the same time, it's fewer brawls to be had so...
He takes a long drag and looks the man over. "Let me guess. Yer not one fer drinkin' either."
Zack smiles a bit despite himself. "Guilty as charged. Not being able to get drunk takes most of the fun out of it, though, so that's part of the reason why."
There's been more than a few times in his life where it would have been nice to get shit-faced drunk, but it wasn't really an option at that point so why bother?
"Have you been on the Barge a while?"
There's been more than a few times in his life where it would have been nice to get shit-faced drunk, but it wasn't really an option at that point so why bother?
"Have you been on the Barge a while?"
Fuck, what a miserable existence. He can at least count his blessings in being able to drink to the point of not caring about all the shit he's done.
Sweeney blinks slowly as his gaze drifts over the greenhouse. He pulls it back tightly to his cigarette to help him focus. "Hard to tell how time works here." Not that he's great with it anywhere else.
"Long 'nough ta know some rules an' ta know a lotta folk don't follow them. Seen new folk come onboard an' some leave." He shrugs and takes a drag.
"You?"
Sweeney blinks slowly as his gaze drifts over the greenhouse. He pulls it back tightly to his cigarette to help him focus. "Hard to tell how time works here." Not that he's great with it anywhere else.
"Long 'nough ta know some rules an' ta know a lotta folk don't follow them. Seen new folk come onboard an' some leave." He shrugs and takes a drag.
"You?"
"Ehh...I think it's coming up on four months, but I was in one of those coma things for a while so I guess it's more like three."
He tilts his head a little.
"What do you think about this place? The Barge, I mean."
He's genuinely curious.
He tilts his head a little.
"What do you think about this place? The Barge, I mean."
He's genuinely curious.
Edited 2021-09-07 02:18 (UTC)
He takes a long drag, holding it as he speaks.
"Better than Hell." Sweeney flicks the remaining embers out into the greenhouse, not mindful of where they fall. The breath escapes him.
"Or just not bein'."
His knees drawn up, he rests his elbows over them, his arms crossed. His fingers flex for only a moment before the amber whiskey bottle appears between them, grasped by the neck. There's no flashiness to the manifestation; it's like he does it more on instinct. His other hand shifts to open the bottle.
"Better than Hell." Sweeney flicks the remaining embers out into the greenhouse, not mindful of where they fall. The breath escapes him.
"Or just not bein'."
His knees drawn up, he rests his elbows over them, his arms crossed. His fingers flex for only a moment before the amber whiskey bottle appears between them, grasped by the neck. There's no flashiness to the manifestation; it's like he does it more on instinct. His other hand shifts to open the bottle.
Zack is about to open his mouth to respond to that - but of course, that's the moment the bottle appears, seemingly out of then air.
Bright blue eyes grow a bit round, and Zack looks at the bottle, then at Sweeney.
"Okay. Sorry, but...did you just summon that?"
Bright blue eyes grow a bit round, and Zack looks at the bottle, then at Sweeney.
"Okay. Sorry, but...did you just summon that?"
Edited 2021-09-13 03:23 (UTC)
Oh. Right.
Sweeney shifts the bottle to his off hand. "Guessin' they didn't mention the leprechaun part."
He looks back to the man with a dry indifference and flicks his fingers upward, a gold coin manifesting nestled between them. The whole act is fluid and natural, for he's done this countless times over the centuries. And while there's no reason they should, it kind of surprises him that there's someone on the Barge that doesn't know what he is.
Sweeney shifts the bottle to his off hand. "Guessin' they didn't mention the leprechaun part."
He looks back to the man with a dry indifference and flicks his fingers upward, a gold coin manifesting nestled between them. The whole act is fluid and natural, for he's done this countless times over the centuries. And while there's no reason they should, it kind of surprises him that there's someone on the Barge that doesn't know what he is.
Well...that's a neat trick. He clears his throat a little.
"I, uh...don't think we have leprechauns where I'm from." None that he's ever heard of, anyway. "And magic - if that is magic - doesn't really work like that back home, either."
"I, uh...don't think we have leprechauns where I'm from." None that he's ever heard of, anyway. "And magic - if that is magic - doesn't really work like that back home, either."
As quickly as it had appeared, the coin vanishes again. Sweeney's brow lifts casually. "Not from Earth then, I take it."
Not that all versions of Earth have magic or leprechauns, but at this point, he's willing to hazard a guess.
Not that all versions of Earth have magic or leprechauns, but at this point, he's willing to hazard a guess.
Zack smiles a little. "Nope. Seems like a pretty popular place around here, though."
Which is weird to him, considering what the Barge is. Why play favorites?
"So...what is a leprechaun?"
Which is weird to him, considering what the Barge is. Why play favorites?
"So...what is a leprechaun?"
"Well, if ya don't have magic..." That's a tough place to start an explanation from. Sweeney's not eager to go all the way back to the beginning. That sparks a thought though.
"Ya'll have mythic stories at all? Gods an' monsters an' the like?" Here's hoping.
"Ya'll have mythic stories at all? Gods an' monsters an' the like?" Here's hoping.
Zack flaps a hand. "No, no, we have magic...it's just different."
He's never seen anyone really magic something out of thin air - except maybe Sephiroth and his sword, but that isn't like what Sweeney does.
As for question, he lets out a soft hum.
"Yeah, we have...some of those. Monsters are a pretty normal thing, and I know the people in Wutai worship something called Leviathan? I've heard a few stories too, but not very many people believe them."
He's never seen anyone really magic something out of thin air - except maybe Sephiroth and his sword, but that isn't like what Sweeney does.
As for question, he lets out a soft hum.
"Yeah, we have...some of those. Monsters are a pretty normal thing, and I know the people in Wutai worship something called Leviathan? I've heard a few stories too, but not very many people believe them."
That's something at least.
Sweeney shrugs and brings the bottle to his lips, swallowing as he considers the words. The context helps, but there's still narrowing down to do.
"Believin's what got gods where they are, fer good or ill." It's a blunt conversation, but just in being matter-of-fact about the subject. He tips his head in internal debate.
"Leprechaun are fairie folk. Faire folk are...well, like monsters, I guess." Some more than others. "Square-rectangle thing." The meaning being that all leprechaun are faerie, but not all faerie folk are leprechauns. Not that the reference phrase necessarily translates.
Sweeney shrugs and brings the bottle to his lips, swallowing as he considers the words. The context helps, but there's still narrowing down to do.
"Believin's what got gods where they are, fer good or ill." It's a blunt conversation, but just in being matter-of-fact about the subject. He tips his head in internal debate.
"Leprechaun are fairie folk. Faire folk are...well, like monsters, I guess." Some more than others. "Square-rectangle thing." The meaning being that all leprechaun are faerie, but not all faerie folk are leprechauns. Not that the reference phrase necessarily translates.
The comment about gods goes a bit over his head. He doesn't really have much experience with deities (real ones, anyway) so that mostly just gets an odd look.
The topic of monsters is something he's much more familiar with, but looking at Sweeney, he's not so sure they're talking about the same thing.
"Monsters where I'm from can be a couple of things. Dragons, for example - we have those, and they pretty much live in caves, lay eggs, all that stuff. We have some that are animals that somehow got exposed to some pretty high levels of what we call Mako - and it mutates them. Sometimes too, in place where there's been a lot of death, you'll get undead things that won't go on to the Lifestream. Not sure if that's anything like what you have, but back home, you can't really go anywhere without running into them. They usually stay out of towns and cities - but not always."
The topic of monsters is something he's much more familiar with, but looking at Sweeney, he's not so sure they're talking about the same thing.
"Monsters where I'm from can be a couple of things. Dragons, for example - we have those, and they pretty much live in caves, lay eggs, all that stuff. We have some that are animals that somehow got exposed to some pretty high levels of what we call Mako - and it mutates them. Sometimes too, in place where there's been a lot of death, you'll get undead things that won't go on to the Lifestream. Not sure if that's anything like what you have, but back home, you can't really go anywhere without running into them. They usually stay out of towns and cities - but not always."
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