Thought I had it all handled but, BUT, [He gestures with his hand missing the finger at who knows what.] I remembered to call ya cuz you said that, and that I'm supposed to uh.. do that.
So I did.
[He nods with finality. Mission complete.]
He didn't come out to grab it, probably busy ya know, [Eyebrow waggle.] So I wasn't gonna interrupt. Not cockblocking with a cake. Nope. Not me. Left it. It wasn't there a few hours later - so he deff got it and I'm not turned inside out or dead. So we, we proved, uhhhh, proved that he got a sense of humor and more importantly: cake works.
Yeah, you did, and I'm glad as fuck you remembered. Now I can make sure you don't crack your head gettin' back to your room.
[he has very specific feelings about getting black-out drunk and then falling face-first down staircases...]
Hahaha. Hope he rubbed it all over that dumbass skull he's making out with. Fuckin' wild that you actually did it, man, that takes some real balls.
[he seems to be... well, awake, which is Sharky's cue to hand over one of the cups of water. he knows they should probably talk about the elephant in the room, but since that elephant is currently nonexistent, it's easy to avoid for now.]
I'm not gonna do that. Jason wouldn't like my body, he'd be pissed so.. let's not. Keep everyone happy.
[Going from seven feet tall to five foot ten would probably suck. At least that's what his brain on long islands thinks.]
Oh. Yeah. Water. [He goes a little cross eyed trying to focus on it, but he does manage to get the glass in his hand and take a few gulps without pouring it all over himself.] Why's water taste so fucking weirrrrrrrd when you're drunk?
[He drains it, blinking as if trying to remember something he was gonna ask Sharky.]
Did I fuck that storm goddess lady and forget? I would have told you about that, did I tell you about that?
Don't start on that like Senior. Putting shit in the water, thought fluoride was gonna turn people into frogs.
[Or something with frogs anyway.]
I... I don't think I did? But I texted her, [Waving his phone at Sharky even though it's off, just in case he doesn't remember what texting is. Pratt is a helper.] and she was talking about my dick. So I dunno? Wanted to know why her brother is a cat. And then she didn't tell me. Which means, it means... means that there's something important there. We just gotta figure out what. Me an' Captain Hands were gonna.. uhm.. [Nope. Nope not thinking about that. That's what got him into this mess in the first place.] Anyway there's a puzzle piece there. An important one. Cat important. Catportant.
I mean, a lot of people have been turning into animals lately... [but not frogs, so they're probably okay on that front. not on this front, though.
Sharky knows two things. first, Pratt is at the bottom end of a depression binge, which means he's one wrong thought away from turning into a sobbing wreck. second, Pratt likes being useful, and keeping him focused on being useful will keep the first thing from happening. probably, anyway...]
Okay, so, like. Just so I know I got this right... the ghost cat is the brother of a storm god who knows about your dick, and he's important because you [and Izzy] were going to... what? Adopt him? Give him back to his sister?
Cuz they got cool superpowers and we didn't! [Sounding more like a petulant child with every word right now. Why can't he be a wolf?? It's not fair. Actually..] It's not fucking fair! We're the guys from Montana where there's actually animals and shit and we don't get to be cool things? What the fucking fuck man.
[He's completely forgotten about the cat at this point. Why can't he be a wolf??!?!?!!!]
She don't say anything about it to me and then wham! Text back. No emojis. Just insults. But then I dropped my phone and broke it so I dunno. [He means the screen turned off and he can't figure out how to get it back on because his fine motor control went on vacation four drinks ago.] What if I broke it forever? Gonna be textless and forget everything. Fucked everything up again. Not even dying gonna fix it. Dying didn't fix this shit! [Holding up his hand with that missing finger.] Fucking Blackbeard. I hope someone tied him to an anchor and he went swimming with the fishes or something.
[he pats the air directly above Pratt's shoulder, because, you know, not sure how that's gonna work out between the alcohol and the bad news.] It sucks, man. Maybe you gotta ask one of 'em to bite you. One of 'em has to be a were-whatever.
[okay. hold on. so much information is coming in at a rapid pace and Sharky's brain isn't really good at processing it. his phone is broken? is that something Friday can help with? and -- wait, is he saying he died sometime between the finger and now?? when the fuck did that happen! and why is this shitty god being a dick to him for no fuckin reason??? doesn't Pratt have enough to deal with without some thunderhead body-shaming him???]
Uhhhh... okay. Lots, uhh, lots goin' on here. You... [no, fuck that, Pratt's in no condition to handle Sharky's condition if he turned out to recklessly endanger himself again. he's gonna go for the easier problem to solve,] You want me to see if I can fix your phone?
You don't remember being a werewolf though! I'm already.. kinda that. Aiden said I was like a fucked up were-human. He's probs right but if I could be a fucked up were-human that can also be a wolf... [He flops over dramatically with daydreams of playing fetch and sniffing everything and chewing on sticks.] I'd be such a good wolf too, I already know how.
[There is so much going on here and right now all Pratt can think about is being a wolf.]
Yeah I don't wanna have to write my texts and shove them under your door, then I don't get the.. [He mimics scrolling with his thumbs.] use that shit to remember what I did or said. Otherwise I just forget everything. Too much of it. Like big chunks of stuff cuz my brain is Swiss cheese. I'm sorry if I broke my phone man. My bad.
[okay, that earns an actual shoulder pat. or like, shoulder-area pat, because Pratt and him are literally just flopped on the ground here.]
You'd be a great wolf, dude. Bet you would be the leader of the pack. Real alpha shit.
[he uses that previously-patting hand to grab Pratt's phone while Pratt laments its death.] Nah, don't apologize to me, man. Friday can probably replace it if it's busted, right? Or, like, there's gotta be a nerd around here who can put it back together...
[Sharky pushes the power button and... yep... there's the screen...]
Heyyyy, look, it's not broken at all! [waggles it in Pratt's face] You're all good, man! Everything's okay. [because the phone is the only problem, right??]
[That's... right now that's the nicest thing Pratt can remember anyone ever saying to him.]
You think so?
[Very manly emotions are starting to leak out of his eyes because someone believes in him! Well believes in his ability to be a wolf but that's a start! He lets the shoulder pat happen because he's too miserable about not being the awesome wolf he knows he could be. Can't be a wolf. Can't be a good enough subordinate for hot pirates to wanna bone. Can't even keep his phone intact and - oh hey!]
You fixed it! You're the best, man. I dunno what I'd do without you, you're like.. [Oh yeah, tears are coming.] the best friend anyone could ever have.
[it's been a rough day, man. between Izzy disappearing, the lack of shapeshifting powers and the "broken" phone, it's no wonder Pratt is getting emotional. (not to mention the potential unmentioned death, which is a problem for future Sharky.)]
Hey, man. It's all good. I got your back, remember? [Montana boys for life, especially in times of grief and sorrow.] You want a hug? Or, uhh, a cigarette? [you know, because those are the things one offers in times of grief and sorrow.]
[Unfortunately for future Sharky the death is the only thing that Pratt isn't upset about!]
Yeah you do. You always do. [He rubs at his eyes so he's not being a sloppy crying drunk, though it might be too late for that.] Mmm trying to cut down cuz I was gonna uh... do something... with them. Uh.. I wrote it down.. [He reaches for his utility belt only to realize he's not wearing it so his little notebook is elsewhere with his brilliant plan to start a life improvement campaign by being the ship's local cigarette dealer since he has so many. Guess he'll have to go for option two.] I'll take a hug. I miss hugs.
[it's either so he can be healthier, or because he wants to start using them as currency. those are the only reasons people ever stop smoking!
the thing about missing hugs downright near breaks his heart, and Sharky reaches over to give him a reassuring two-armed squeeze. it's hard to know what to do for Pratt sometimes, but these kinds of moments are thankfully easier for him to figure out.]
I'm sorry things are shitty right now, bro. [there's a full-on head pat involved included with the commiseration.]
Thanks man. [He manages to not burst into full blown tears, but there's a definite shudder when he's hugged.] It was going so well for a bit too, think that's why I'm like... not... okay with things. I'm overthought... overthinking it like maybe I did something? But I dunno what...
[Hug returned! Because Pratt is so miserable that his dumb brain doesn't have enough sober braincells free to remember that being touched = bad.]
I'll be... well not okay but you know.. me... again.. eventually. I just kinda.. thought.. I dunno. I could talk to the cat and he'd bring him back. [That's right, Sharky came too late to witness Pratt begging a ghost cat that isn't there to bring Izzy back.] And then I figured I was in the bar anyway so....
Yeah. It really sucks when things are looking up and then more bad shit happens. [the time just before the Highwaymen showed up was pretty good. the time before the Collapse had been even better, but Eden's Gate had wound up boiling them alive. by the time the end of the world happened, everything already felt like it was over.]
I don't think it's got anything to do with you, though. I think if anyone's gotta take the heat, it's probably the guy who disappeared, y'know?
He wanted to go home but that's... not where he is. And I don't think Clara wanted to. Or Claudia. But they're all still fucking gone.
You know.. you know what.. the-the.. the worst thing is? I was counting them and you know how shit I am with remembering people? Names? Almost everyone who's name I can remember isn't here anymore. Izzy, Clara, Claudia, Mizuki, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ebalon, Blackbeard, Stede.... maybe I am the problem. I dunno.
[it sucks. there's no getting around it. Sharky doesn't have all the answers -- most of the time he doesn't have any answers -- but he knows that Pratt doesn't deserve all of this guilt on top of what he's already carrying. part of him worries that the more doubt and guilt Pratt feels, the more likely he is to disappear, too.
that would suck. fuck. he really doesn't wanna think about that.]
Yeah. I get it, man. You knew all these people and they're gone and it feels like maybe if you did, like, one thing different, doesn't matter what that thing is, if you'd done it different they'd still be here. I dunno how it works. Nobody really does. And I knew lots of those people too -- Stede, Clara, Jinx, I knew all of them too. I knew Venti, too. And the cool kid who gave us all weed. But...
[yeah, fuck it, he's gonna go whole hog on this:] Like, it isn't my fault they're gone, right? It isn't Ava's fault her shitty ex-boyfriend disappeared, right?
[ He snuffles and wipes his nose on his sleeve but at least he's listening and not flopped over in a pile wailing about how everything ever is his fault. Its hard to figure out how to explain that this is definitely not Ava or Sharky's fault, but it is Pratt's fault. Maybe when he's not in a drunken stupor he can word that better.]
No. But... I dunno. We don't even know what makes people go away. Did they all die in a specific way? [ Did something kill Claudia??? That's actually kind of alarming.] Gua...J-Jenny did that.. to get off the boat. Killed em all permanently somehow. I dunno.
This sucks man. [ He slumps against Sharky, just a deputy shaped sludge that is giving up cuz he doesn't know how to protect people from reality itself.]
Yeah, I read about that. [because, surprise! Sharky actually read the entire binder, and he even internalized, like, 60% of its contents. he's also got his own theories about how things work around here, which he normally wouldn't share, but Pratt is in pretty dire straits, here.]
I dunno what it is that does it permanently, man. All I know is that, like... Some of the people here, no matter how much they try or how hard they adapt, they just don't wanna be here. All the names you said that I recognize, they were never like us, y'know? Meanwhile, you, me, Ava, we're still here, 'cos instead of losing it over not being able to go home, we're like, "okay, fine, cool, we can live here then. We can live somewhere else. We can make plans for a life after the end of the world."
[which... yeah. that's all this really is. it's the bunker-space that spans the time between the Collapse and the eventual new world. they just have to be willing to wait and wait and wait -- until the right moment shows itself and they can throw open the hatch.]
It really, really sucks, dude. No arguments here. [just a lot of hugging, tbh] But it's gonna be okay.
[Pratt sniffles along as Sharky says all the right things to get Pratt to stop blaming himself for at least ten minutes. And it all makes sense, not just because he's drunk but because that's also sort of what others had said too. That maybe people left because they just couldn't adapt. Like houseplants not getting enough light - they couldn't thrive in this reality.]
I guess.. like... we did, we've done it before huh? Just waiting it out til shit's okay again. And you made it through waaaaay longer than me so..
Just it's.. it sucks they're gone and also... [Way quieter, almost whispered.] I don't wanna get eaten by the ship. Don't wanna be the next one gone.
[Is that selfish? It feels a little selfish of him to worry about himself instead of everyone else. But he also doesn't give a shit about himself, so maybe that's a positive? He has no clue.]
So I know more, and you should listen to me. [he accompanies it with a little shoulder shake, as if he could pull Pratt out of his shitty mood the same way he can fix a half-melted cocktail.]
And... yeah. Yeah, I know the feel, dude. [that shoulder shake becomes a firm, tight side-hug. the thought of it being selfish doesn't even cross his mind -- self-preservation is such a basic human concept that it simply is, you know?] I know we don't know how it works exactly, but like. You got a good reason to stay here, you got friends, we've got a plan for what comes next. If any of that's the key to stickin' it out, then you're set. And if it ain't... man, I'll fight the Captain myself to get you back. Find a portal like in Poltergeist and pull you out.
[at that point, TBH, he would just free all the ghosts and let things lie where they fall. there's more than one way to burn this place to the ground, after all.]
Yeah yea you're older and wiser than me. [Legitimately old enough to be his dad actually. But he does sigh and sits up a little less miserably, though still kinda wobbly from way too many drinks.] I deff don't wanna go back home to decaying in Fall's End. And the people here mostly rock. Ava and Clarke and Bash and Klaus and all of them.. Even that dude with the stupid hair who yells at me over physics.
[He just makes an unsure grunt at that last part because he sure as fuck tried to get Sharky out of the ship and it didn't work. He's not sure what else he could have done to rip him out of there like the girl who crawled out of the tv in the Ring. But he's fortunately a little too drunk to say that in any coherent way.]
Even the worst dudes here are just kinda shitty. [as opposed to back home, where they had to deal with actual bloodthirsty cannibal cultists.
he catches the grunt, but not really what it's for. probably just manly discomfort over big emotions, that dumb gay bastard.]
It's gonna suck, but we can make it through this, dude. Like, I'm not about to give up on that gator farm dream, and neither are you. I mean, not that the gator farm is your dream, but like, you know. I think you said somethin' about San Francisco??
[he knows the drill. mourn the loss of the life they had, remember the life they're working towards.]
You still gotta do it so I can brag to people that I know the guy who sold that gator that Snoop is walking around with.
And yeah I wanna... want a place with one of those windows that are.. [He holds his arms in a sorta circle to indicate the bay windows that Victorian houses tend to have.] and people watch while I drink coffee and then go to the cool clubs in the evening.
[Pratt grins softly, gonna live his gay Castro dreams somehow.]
Aight aight. I think.. I'm probably... needta lay down. Hitting that point where I wanna sleep.
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So I did.
[He nods with finality. Mission complete.]
He didn't come out to grab it, probably busy ya know, [Eyebrow waggle.] So I wasn't gonna interrupt. Not cockblocking with a cake. Nope. Not me. Left it. It wasn't there a few hours later - so he deff got it and I'm not turned inside out or dead. So we, we proved, uhhhh, proved that he got a sense of humor and more importantly: cake works.
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[he has very specific feelings about getting black-out drunk and then falling face-first down staircases...]
Hahaha. Hope he rubbed it all over that dumbass skull he's making out with. Fuckin' wild that you actually did it, man, that takes some real balls.
[he seems to be... well, awake, which is Sharky's cue to hand over one of the cups of water. he knows they should probably talk about the elephant in the room, but since that elephant is currently nonexistent, it's easy to avoid for now.]
Here, drink some water.
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[Going from seven feet tall to five foot ten would probably suck. At least that's what his brain on long islands thinks.]
Oh. Yeah. Water. [He goes a little cross eyed trying to focus on it, but he does manage to get the glass in his hand and take a few gulps without pouring it all over himself.] Why's water taste so fucking weirrrrrrrd when you're drunk?
[He drains it, blinking as if trying to remember something he was gonna ask Sharky.]
Did I fuck that storm goddess lady and forget? I would have told you about that, did I tell you about that?
[That.... that was not it.]
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whatever, that is super not important right now. what is important is ensuring that Pratt makes it back to his room in one piece.]
I know, right? It's all the weird ass nutrients and shit. Especially tap water. Think it tastes more like Aquafina here...
Oh, uhhhh, nooooo, you didn't tell me about that -- wait, which storm goddess? Aren't there, like, a bunch of them?
[no, he's just thinking of Venti.]
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[Or something with frogs anyway.]
I... I don't think I did? But I texted her, [Waving his phone at Sharky even though it's off, just in case he doesn't remember what texting is. Pratt is a helper.] and she was talking about my dick. So I dunno? Wanted to know why her brother is a cat. And then she didn't tell me. Which means, it means... means that there's something important there. We just gotta figure out what. Me an' Captain Hands were gonna.. uhm.. [Nope. Nope not thinking about that. That's what got him into this mess in the first place.] Anyway there's a puzzle piece there. An important one. Cat important. Catportant.
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Sharky knows two things. first, Pratt is at the bottom end of a depression binge, which means he's one wrong thought away from turning into a sobbing wreck. second, Pratt likes being useful, and keeping him focused on being useful will keep the first thing from happening. probably, anyway...]
Okay, so, like. Just so I know I got this right... the ghost cat is the brother of a storm god who knows about your dick, and he's important because you [and Izzy] were going to... what? Adopt him? Give him back to his sister?
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[He's completely forgotten about the cat at this point. Why can't he be a wolf??!?!?!!!]
She don't say anything about it to me and then wham! Text back. No emojis. Just insults. But then I dropped my phone and broke it so I dunno. [He means the screen turned off and he can't figure out how to get it back on because his fine motor control went on vacation four drinks ago.] What if I broke it forever? Gonna be textless and forget everything. Fucked everything up again. Not even dying gonna fix it. Dying didn't fix this shit! [Holding up his hand with that missing finger.] Fucking Blackbeard. I hope someone tied him to an anchor and he went swimming with the fishes or something.
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[okay. hold on. so much information is coming in at a rapid pace and Sharky's brain isn't really good at processing it. his phone is broken? is that something Friday can help with? and -- wait, is he saying he died sometime between the finger and now?? when the fuck did that happen! and why is this shitty god being a dick to him for no fuckin reason??? doesn't Pratt have enough to deal with without some thunderhead body-shaming him???]
Uhhhh... okay. Lots, uhh, lots goin' on here. You... [no, fuck that, Pratt's in no condition to handle Sharky's condition if he turned out to recklessly endanger himself again. he's gonna go for the easier problem to solve,] You want me to see if I can fix your phone?
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[There is so much going on here and right now all Pratt can think about is being a wolf.]
Yeah I don't wanna have to write my texts and shove them under your door, then I don't get the.. [He mimics scrolling with his thumbs.] use that shit to remember what I did or said. Otherwise I just forget everything. Too much of it. Like big chunks of stuff cuz my brain is Swiss cheese. I'm sorry if I broke my phone man. My bad.
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You'd be a great wolf, dude. Bet you would be the leader of the pack. Real alpha shit.
[he uses that previously-patting hand to grab Pratt's phone while Pratt laments its death.] Nah, don't apologize to me, man. Friday can probably replace it if it's busted, right? Or, like, there's gotta be a nerd around here who can put it back together...
[Sharky pushes the power button and... yep... there's the screen...]
Heyyyy, look, it's not broken at all! [waggles it in Pratt's face] You're all good, man! Everything's okay. [because the phone is the only problem, right??]
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You think so?
[Very manly emotions are starting to leak out of his eyes because someone believes in him! Well believes in his ability to be a wolf but that's a start! He lets the shoulder pat happen because he's too miserable about not being the awesome wolf he knows he could be. Can't be a wolf. Can't be a good enough subordinate for hot pirates to wanna bone. Can't even keep his phone intact and - oh hey!]
You fixed it! You're the best, man. I dunno what I'd do without you, you're like.. [Oh yeah, tears are coming.] the best friend anyone could ever have.
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Hey, man. It's all good. I got your back, remember? [Montana boys for life, especially in times of grief and sorrow.] You want a hug? Or, uhh, a cigarette? [you know, because those are the things one offers in times of grief and sorrow.]
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Yeah you do. You always do. [He rubs at his eyes so he's not being a sloppy crying drunk, though it might be too late for that.] Mmm trying to cut down cuz I was gonna uh... do something... with them. Uh.. I wrote it down.. [He reaches for his utility belt only to realize he's not wearing it so his little notebook is elsewhere with his brilliant plan to start a life improvement campaign by being the ship's local cigarette dealer since he has so many. Guess he'll have to go for option two.] I'll take a hug. I miss hugs.
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the thing about missing hugs downright near breaks his heart, and Sharky reaches over to give him a reassuring two-armed squeeze. it's hard to know what to do for Pratt sometimes, but these kinds of moments are thankfully easier for him to figure out.]
I'm sorry things are shitty right now, bro. [there's a full-on head pat involved included with the commiseration.]
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[Hug returned! Because Pratt is so miserable that his dumb brain doesn't have enough sober braincells free to remember that being touched = bad.]
I'll be... well not okay but you know.. me... again.. eventually. I just kinda.. thought.. I dunno. I could talk to the cat and he'd bring him back. [That's right, Sharky came too late to witness Pratt begging a ghost cat that isn't there to bring Izzy back.] And then I figured I was in the bar anyway so....
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I don't think it's got anything to do with you, though. I think if anyone's gotta take the heat, it's probably the guy who disappeared, y'know?
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You know.. you know what.. the-the.. the worst thing is? I was counting them and you know how shit I am with remembering people? Names? Almost everyone who's name I can remember isn't here anymore. Izzy, Clara, Claudia, Mizuki, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ebalon, Blackbeard, Stede.... maybe I am the problem. I dunno.
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that would suck. fuck. he really doesn't wanna think about that.]
Yeah. I get it, man. You knew all these people and they're gone and it feels like maybe if you did, like, one thing different, doesn't matter what that thing is, if you'd done it different they'd still be here. I dunno how it works. Nobody really does. And I knew lots of those people too -- Stede, Clara, Jinx, I knew all of them too. I knew Venti, too. And the cool kid who gave us all weed. But...
[yeah, fuck it, he's gonna go whole hog on this:] Like, it isn't my fault they're gone, right? It isn't Ava's fault her shitty ex-boyfriend disappeared, right?
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No. But... I dunno. We don't even know what makes people go away. Did they all die in a specific way? [ Did something kill Claudia??? That's actually kind of alarming.] Gua...J-Jenny did that.. to get off the boat. Killed em all permanently somehow. I dunno.
This sucks man. [ He slumps against Sharky, just a deputy shaped sludge that is giving up cuz he doesn't know how to protect people from reality itself.]
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I dunno what it is that does it permanently, man. All I know is that, like... Some of the people here, no matter how much they try or how hard they adapt, they just don't wanna be here. All the names you said that I recognize, they were never like us, y'know? Meanwhile, you, me, Ava, we're still here, 'cos instead of losing it over not being able to go home, we're like, "okay, fine, cool, we can live here then. We can live somewhere else. We can make plans for a life after the end of the world."
[which... yeah. that's all this really is. it's the bunker-space that spans the time between the Collapse and the eventual new world. they just have to be willing to wait and wait and wait -- until the right moment shows itself and they can throw open the hatch.]
It really, really sucks, dude. No arguments here. [just a lot of hugging, tbh] But it's gonna be okay.
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I guess.. like... we did, we've done it before huh? Just waiting it out til shit's okay again. And you made it through waaaaay longer than me so..
Just it's.. it sucks they're gone and also... [Way quieter, almost whispered.] I don't wanna get eaten by the ship. Don't wanna be the next one gone.
[Is that selfish? It feels a little selfish of him to worry about himself instead of everyone else. But he also doesn't give a shit about himself, so maybe that's a positive? He has no clue.]
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And... yeah. Yeah, I know the feel, dude. [that shoulder shake becomes a firm, tight side-hug. the thought of it being selfish doesn't even cross his mind -- self-preservation is such a basic human concept that it simply is, you know?] I know we don't know how it works exactly, but like. You got a good reason to stay here, you got friends, we've got a plan for what comes next. If any of that's the key to stickin' it out, then you're set. And if it ain't... man, I'll fight the Captain myself to get you back. Find a portal like in Poltergeist and pull you out.
[at that point, TBH, he would just free all the ghosts and let things lie where they fall. there's more than one way to burn this place to the ground, after all.]
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[He just makes an unsure grunt at that last part because he sure as fuck tried to get Sharky out of the ship and it didn't work. He's not sure what else he could have done to rip him out of there like the girl who crawled out of the tv in the Ring. But he's fortunately a little too drunk to say that in any coherent way.]
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he catches the grunt, but not really what it's for. probably just manly discomfort over big emotions, that dumb gay bastard.]
It's gonna suck, but we can make it through this, dude. Like, I'm not about to give up on that gator farm dream, and neither are you. I mean, not that the gator farm is your dream, but like, you know. I think you said somethin' about San Francisco??
[he knows the drill. mourn the loss of the life they had, remember the life they're working towards.]
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And yeah I wanna... want a place with one of those windows that are.. [He holds his arms in a sorta circle to indicate the bay windows that Victorian houses tend to have.] and people watch while I drink coffee and then go to the cool clubs in the evening.
[Pratt grins softly, gonna live his gay Castro dreams somehow.]
Aight aight. I think.. I'm probably... needta lay down. Hitting that point where I wanna sleep.
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