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( burn it to the ground )
CHARACTERS: billy butcher + ota
LOCATION: the station
DATE: early march
CONTENT: drinking, being horrible, being awesome
WARNINGS: language and maybe some violence
LOCATION: the station
DATE: early march
CONTENT: drinking, being horrible, being awesome
WARNINGS: language and maybe some violence
01. UNFORTUNATE INVASION (CLOSED TO YENNEFER)
( there's a lot of fucking people packed into this station and more showing up all the time. you can't step outside without running into someone who might ask a question or might wanna talk about everything and nothing. billy's gotten used to the solitude of his room, enjoying the respite he has. he can lock the door and shut everything out and pretend that he's back home, just waiting to get up and get dressed and take care of business.
of course, his business here is the business of orbs and he's not sure he really likes it. but, it's not like he can fucking change it either. he can't just open the door and take a space walk home. he's stuck and that's a fucking nnoying.
the bed's are too thin, the walls a weird color but it's still his room and billy take advantage of that by tossing a ball that he'd found on the last planet against the wall. he's splayed on his bed, betting himself that he can hit certain spots and then doing it before the ball comes back and he catches it.
he's won a lot of money against himself. he's very wealthy now. be jealous. )
02. MESS HALL
( maybe billy's gonna live here now. maybe he's going to move his shit out of his room and live in the fucking mess hall because he is certainly not going to live with that fucking woman, whoever she is. what kind of a name was yennefer anyway? did whoever birthed her mishear her mother naming her jennifer?
it's stupid. that woman is stupid.
for once, while he's in the mess, he's not drinking. well, he is but it's water. he's made himself a plate of food and he's sitting his ass on the table instead of the bench, tapping his foot while he tries to clear his head. if there's new people showing up, billy wonders if that means they're going to be punted to a new planet sometime soon to save another fucking orb.
he shakes his head, growling under his breath because what fucking luck. maybe he will take that space walk. )
03. WILDCARD
( if you'd like to do something else space station related, hit me up. i'm atjortles for questions. )
oh here go hell come
Occasionally, she ventures to the mess hall, but the only food she procures for herself falls in the vein of something that does not require her to do anything in the way of actual preparation — or a portion of a dish that has been prepared and left for others to partake of.
Returning to her room is an inevitability she already dreads facing, but apparently she should have considered the possibility that it would already be half-occupied when she enters; she stands in the doorway for what feels like rather a long time in itself, closing her eyes and breathing out a long sigh. ]
Surely this is a mistake.
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Drift walks in, human this time around, with a dishtowel over his shoulder and a bottle of something purple, slightly vicious, and vaguely luminescent in hand. He puts the bottle on the counter beside Billy. He steps back as he takes in the sight before him. ]
Bench piss you off?
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yes billy you're right yennefer IS a dumb spelling!!
he breathes in the smoke when billy butcher suddenly sits up on the next table over. kovacs knows him from a few conversations but he's never gotten chummy. unlike the naggy women in his life, some people are a bit better about not being so persistent for cozy chats. then again, he does recall that recent text post from the man that he'd purposely ignored. ]
Not gonna turn this into a church confessional now too, are you?
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(andy, from the background: i am right here, stop telling people i'm dead
joe, fake crying: sometimes i can still hear her voice)
so as he would do for his sister or his garbage brother or his beautiful, wonderful, flawless husband, he slaps down a plate of churros (he made them because he eats his feelings) and sits at the table next to him, on the bench like a normal human being. ]
You ever wonder if after Jesus started doing miracles people still asked him to do carpentry for them? Bet he'd make you a chair.
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02.
[ she barely even notices he's sitting on the table. that's her favorite place to sit too. ]
[ she tilts the glass. it's vodka, or something close to it. ] You look like you need this more than I do.
[ not that she's going to give it to him. he just, in fact, looks like he needs one of his own. ]
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