CHARACTERS: Drift and VARIOUS LOCATION: around the station DATE: Mid February CONTENT: That post-mission funk WARNINGS: EDIT: ah shit the robots are fucking again
[ joe grumbles something that sounds like ] This shit would make Ali ben Omar cry. [ but could just as easily have been an order for wonton soup in german for how petulantly muffled the words are. still, he is drinking the coffee, shit coffee is not going to stop centuries of habit and it's honestly not the worst he has ever had.
one time he and andy ate instant coffee dry. as it turns out, that is not how instant coffee is prepared.
he takes a deep breath, a steadying exhale. how do brains work this early? what kind of psychopath is awake this early — this early being a completely appropriate morning hour to be awake. the answer, of course, is his beloved partner and new baby sister still running on us military time. ]
Friend of yours? [ Drift paused his mindless fidgeting and looked up. It sounded somewhat like a sacrilegious curse, or an inside joke. He liked to believe he kept up with the philosophors and messiahs that were in vogue, but he sometimes missed the mark. Humans weren't short on religions or people with big ideas that was for sure. ]
Not mine either, but I'm sorry to say you've found us when we're all a little burnt out. Thought I'd do something to rouse everyone.
[ but it's really neither here nor there. he downs the coffee in a couple more gulps and immediately picks up the mug of tea, inhaling the sharp mint. tea is recent in his homeland, only a couple hundred years, but joe grasps at it as a way to attach himself to a regional identity despite not having grown up with it. mint tea has become as comforting to him as his mother's bread, familiar. ]
Andy told me the last mission was— [ hmm how to put it diplomatically when andy is about as diplomatic as an iceberg in front of the titanic. ] Fraught.
With strong opinions on whether to burn leaves or beans, apparently. [ Drift notes wryly as he slides the ring past the first knuckle then back again. Watching as Joe preserves through the mug of coffee before returning to the tea like a divine reward for his suffering. The sharp, minty notes of it made Drift's nose twitch, but he wouldn't call it unpleasant. Only a different sort of strong. ]
That doesn't sound like Andy. Are you sure the words weren't more along the lines of 'FUBAR' or 'shit show'?
Not sure if what she actually said translates. [ some idioms do not. ] But yeah, that was the gist of it.
[ and joe is 100% on andy's side, he really is a ride or die bitch (and usually they're riding and dying.) she told him about pulsefire and immediately he was on the side of murder, whoops. ]
You've met her then? [ the little smile that flits through his beard is indulgent. that's his best friend. ]
Some languages are older than hills. [ Drift nods in knowing agreement — without elaborating. ] I get the gist.
[ Picking up the discarded coffee mug, Drift holds it by the base and turns it over in his hand. Looking at the bottom where the grounds mix with the dredges of the last few untaken sips. Not for any real reason than to pass a few seconds as he considers his answer. Yes, he has met Andy, but neither time said anything wonderful about his character.
— And maybe to consider telling the rest of the team that they should really start cleaning out the coffee filter. ]
Twice now. [ He puts the mug down and leans in all conspirtorially.
I don't think she appreciates not being the oldest person in the room between you and me.
[ Drift's brow ticks upward along with one corner of his mouth in the universal 'ah, okay so it's going to be like that' expression. ]
In all fairness to her, I appeal to my ego first and foremost and lowball my age in conversation. [ He inclines his head and winks ] I say I'm only three and half million.
[ it is going to be like that, because andy's age is... unknowable. she doesn't know. old. old as balls, per nile, which made joe laugh so hard he pulled a muscle. and anyway it's not joe's life to talk about. ]
That would be older than her, yeah, but I figure that is older than most people. [ it's not apparent if joe believes him or not, but his smile stays easy and he seems to have a "this might as well happen" sort of vibe so maybe he does believe outright. ]
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one time he and andy ate instant coffee dry. as it turns out, that is not how instant coffee is prepared.
he takes a deep breath, a steadying exhale. how do brains work this early? what kind of psychopath is awake this early — this early being a completely appropriate morning hour to be awake. the answer, of course, is his beloved partner and new baby sister still running on us military time. ]
This coffee is not my thing.
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Not mine either, but I'm sorry to say you've found us when we're all a little burnt out. Thought I'd do something to rouse everyone.
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[ but it's really neither here nor there. he downs the coffee in a couple more gulps and immediately picks up the mug of tea, inhaling the sharp mint. tea is recent in his homeland, only a couple hundred years, but joe grasps at it as a way to attach himself to a regional identity despite not having grown up with it. mint tea has become as comforting to him as his mother's bread, familiar. ]
Andy told me the last mission was— [ hmm how to put it diplomatically when andy is about as diplomatic as an iceberg in front of the titanic. ] Fraught.
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That doesn't sound like Andy. Are you sure the words weren't more along the lines of 'FUBAR' or 'shit show'?
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[ and joe is 100% on andy's side, he really is a ride or die bitch (and usually they're riding and dying.) she told him about pulsefire and immediately he was on the side of murder, whoops. ]
You've met her then? [ the little smile that flits through his beard is indulgent. that's his best friend. ]
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[ Picking up the discarded coffee mug, Drift holds it by the base and turns it over in his hand. Looking at the bottom where the grounds mix with the dredges of the last few untaken sips. Not for any real reason than to pass a few seconds as he considers his answer. Yes, he has met Andy, but neither time said anything wonderful about his character.
— And maybe to consider telling the rest of the team that they should really start cleaning out the coffee filter. ]
Twice now. [ He puts the mug down and leans in all conspirtorially.
I don't think she appreciates not being the oldest person in the room between you and me.
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[ nicky was the baby for almost 700 years and he is only 30! nile really put them all to shame by being a god damn fucking toddler*.
*grown adult woman who pays taxes. ]
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In all fairness to her, I appeal to my ego first and foremost and lowball my age in conversation. [ He inclines his head and winks ] I say I'm only three and half million.
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That would be older than her, yeah, but I figure that is older than most people. [ it's not apparent if joe believes him or not, but his smile stays easy and he seems to have a "this might as well happen" sort of vibe so maybe he does believe outright. ]