[ often times, joe can be found in the sunlight room. theirs is a transient, nomadic lifestyle and while more recently they've been using houses, yusuf is almost as comfortable outside as his eldest sister. he likes to write in his journal by the babbling brook or draw a patch of sunlight coming from a hole in the simulated canopy.
his journal, which he makes no move to hide should anyone come wandering by, both written and drawn. scenes from past missions, a number of fellow orbers make appearances, scenes from history, there is a level of detail unmatched by his contemporaries in the art world and the drawings are clear and detailed, even when it seems to be nothing more than a warm up. the latest sketches, as he pours his memory onto the page, seem soaked in blood and loss, but with small scenes of hope — a family reuniting, andy with her hand curled against the back of nicky's neck, foreheads pressed together, there's another sketch with andy but whomever she is holding had been erased, joe's own damnatio memoriae.
littered through the sketches are notes of the mission, names, places, stay dead next time. the little journal, stained with blood in some places unfortunately, is very obviously a memory keeper but yusuf is quite old so sometimes he can't remember even after only a few days. ]
Wait, was he the rabbit or the hare? [ a beat. ] Was there a rabbit and a hare?
[ he's picked out a nice open area to lounge in today, making him easy to spot by anyone just wandering by. clarice herself takes a walk through the area at least once a day, as if to remind herself what "outdoors" feels like... even if it isn't real to begin with. ]
Hare only, I think.
[ she invites herself into his space because there's nothing about him that suggests he wouldn't welcome it. grass crunching under her beat-up shoes, she parks her butt right on a patch beside him, squinting up at all that fake sunlight. ]
Otherwise I definitely would've made some "wascally wabbit" jokes under my breath a few times.
[ humming, joe scribbles that down, right to left in his looping scrawl. ]
I couldn't tell you the difference if my life depended on it. [ not that it would matter much considering the immortality but on the scale of humiliating ways to die "smote due to lack of knowledge of hares v rabbits" would be as embarrassing as that time he tripped and fell into a well when nicky tool his shirt off.
he offers her an easy smile, warm and open. ]
Now though I am starting to wonder if Bugs Bunny is improperly named for a laugh.
[ sometimes he just lays in the soft grasses, eyes open, watching the dust motes swirl in the sunlight and thinking old man thoughts.
like how did the tree suddenly grow in the lake house and no one noticed? is she not paying rent? if they did make their date he wouldn't have moved out of the lake house allowing kate to move in in the future so their entire romance exists in a time loop as she couldn't have moved in if he hadn't moved out and the only reason he moved out is because she moved in and started writing him letters, from the future.
he sighs, deeply. ] Why does he have so many turtlenecks?
( rhysand is oftentimes an unknowing bystander to the wanderings of other peoples thoughts, though he's tried to limit the extent of his mindreading while on deck, because — okay, even he can admit it's an invasion, and it'd be better not to get one anyone's bad side, considering the close quarters. that said, he can't exactly shut his ears off, tipped into high fairy points as they are.
he tilts his head, thoughtfully. it sounds a little like a riddle, the accidental kind, that has a clever solution out there somewhere in the universe, even if it isn't currently in rhys' mouth. )
[ joe doesn't sound believing but that is perhaps less in the logic (the movie took place in a cold city, rhys is 100% correct) and more in the fact that the movie in question is joe's personal riddle and he cannot figure it out.
keanu reeves' turtlenecks were a crime against humanity and that does not seem like an exaggeration. ]
Have you ever had something that doesn't make sense but it stays in your head forever?
( animatedly, rhys puffs out a breath that makes his eyes go wider, exhaling under the weight of a question joe couldn't possibly know is weighted. he offers, politely, a shrug of indifference but physically resolves himself to the odd conversation's natural end, languidly taking a spot of grass on the ground some short distance away. )
Well, you are speaking with a Daemati. ( he explains, ) A psychic. Half the things in my mind, I have no clue how they got there, as they belong to someone else.
In fairness, I do think turtlenecks make a bit of sense. If you're cold. And stylish. ( he offers a smile. ) Unless it's something else?
[ respectfully, joe could not give a single fuck about the turtleneck anymore, craning his head so hard to look at rhys that his entire body turns with it until he is laying on his stomach, chin in his hands, like a 1950s school girl at a slumber party. ]
A Daemati? [ he's good with languages so it only sounds slightly off, but it's the first time he's ever said it. ]
[ it's a geriatric habit in this room, only most of the time andy just falls asleep. ]
[ today in her sunlight adventure, she stumbles on joe and lays down beside him without preamble, tucking herself under his arm and using the crook at his shoulder and chest as a pillow. she is literally about to enter the nap zone when he speaks up. she lets the question hang in the air, debating whether or not she wants to pretend unconsciousness. ]
Are you thinking about that fucking movie again? [ her eyes are still closed. ]
How, [ joe bellows, the same boom of enthusiasm that usually is paired with his laughter but this time is full of the pent of frustration of trying to figure this movie out for the past fourteen years. ] Did she send Alex his father's book when it was too big to put in the mailbox? Did she mail it? In the mail? To the past?
[ he takes a breath. ] Futhermore! [ should have pretended to be asleep, andromache. ] Alex and Kate couldn't meet for their date because he dies, but then when he survives they would have been able to meet for their date, but if they did make their date he wouldn't have moved out of the lake house in the first place, thus allowing Kate to move in in the future so their entire romance exists in a time loop as she couldn't have moved in if he hadn't moved out and the only reason he moved out is because she moved in and started writing him letters, from the future.
[ sometimes a bad movie from 2006 consumes your entire mind. imagine the memories he could have if he wasn't always thinking about the lake house (2006). ]
[ was it a mistake or was she simply choosing to allow joe to get the rant out of him??? no it's like 65% mistake. her tired brain betrayed her. head empty no thoughts. ]
[ like a great eldest sister, however, she does tune him out about halfway through. so much so that she doesn't even realize he temporarily stopped, or maybe he just needed a few seconds to actually take a fucking breath. even if she isn't paying attention it doesn't mean she can't find his voice soothing. ]
Please don't ask me if the dog was god again, you know my answer.
The dog is god, that is no longer a topic of discussion.
[ joe said it so dismissively, handing lifting to literally brush it off despite knowing her eyes are very much closed. he doesn't care for andy's answer because the answer is that the dog is god, obviously. she disappears at the end of the movie! ]
[ seemingly, joe was intending to go into the kitchen or the training room or the armory, but almost as soon as he walks into the room and gives a cursory glance around, he walks right back out of the room. this is not suspect.
[ not really paying attention, either, to his own surroundings or to whoever else is there, booker doesn't immediately notice that it's joe. naturally he should be more than aware of those dark curls or the line of his shoulders, but he's not, in this moment.
so when joe is suddenly turning away from the armory that booker was heading to, booker is taking a step back. mostly to give the other man his distance. or room to pass, should he wish to sweep on by without further conversation other than a simple greeting. ]
[ in all honesty, joe does wish to completely ignore booker after he throws him out an airlock. he feels like he would be pretty happy with that outcome, all things considered. sure he would have to explain it to andy and nicky and maybe viveca but that is a burden he is usually willing to bear.
now though it seems like too much effort. ]
The replicator is shit.
[ it isn't, it works fine for daisy, but joe isn't willing to concede that he isn't naturally gifted at future technology. give him a forge any day. ]
[ booker pauses as joe speaks up, as he surprisingly responds to his greeting when he could've simply ignored him and they both would've carried on their own separate ways. ]
[ because of course, he is trying to make a weapon that went out of style hundreds of years ago, but they were fun and he's been itching for something different. he hasn't fought with a meteor hammer in centuries, it would be good to stretch his legs as it were. ]
[he must've been quite preoccupied to have walked by the frail man in the wheelchair outside of the infirmary, but Blue wouldn't hold that against him. rather, he's just more surprised to have been noticed at all.
[ to be fair... joe's eyeline is pretty high and he walked into the infirmary looking for the mess hall, so which is more embarrassing? probably still not noticing the guy chilling in the hallway, honestly.
still, he can rally! ]
I don't think we've met yet. [ he doesn't hold out his hand to shake, but he does hold his hand over his heart and nods at the other man. ] I'm Joe.
Ah. [ makes sense, a lot of people seem to recognize joe via andromache. something about a dream, he thinks. it's not as if they carry around pictures of each other in a locket, though there is a thought....
he shakes his head, shifting his thoughts before he goes on a tangent and completely zones out. ]
A pleasure to meet you, Blue. I was looking for the mess, but clearly was not paying attention.
[It's late and the past few days, Daisy hasn't been feeling very social at all. She skipped out on the TV/movie night Newt had thrown as well.
Unable to sleep she decides to grab something to eat back in her room and she was hoping not to run into anyone, she's about to turn around when she sees someone in the doorway to the kitchen but they turn around and she's already been spotted.]
Hey.
[She sounds dead inside and the smile she attempts to make doesn't reach her eyes.]
[ he looks at her, the brittle smile and her sad eyes. she doesn't look great and while joe doesn't want to go into the kitchen where there seems to be an impromptu sundae party happening, he figures he'll probably cope with it better than daisy. ]
Want me to get you something so you don't have to go in? I can bring it to your room.
[ the ship could be the size of earth itself and it would still be too small, in joe's opinion, that's how much he doesn't want to see booker. they were supposed to have time. time for joe's temper to cool off, time for nicky's cold rage to begin and end. instead, joe had three months before he was faced with his rat brother again and his fury is very much still burning white hot, but he can't admit it because admitting it would mean telling andy and nicky what booker had done. will do. ]
Nicky made beans and rice the other day. Go back to your room, I'll meet you there with burritos and nachos.
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his journal, which he makes no move to hide should anyone come wandering by, both written and drawn. scenes from past missions, a number of fellow orbers make appearances, scenes from history, there is a level of detail unmatched by his contemporaries in the art world and the drawings are clear and detailed, even when it seems to be nothing more than a warm up. the latest sketches, as he pours his memory onto the page, seem soaked in blood and loss, but with small scenes of hope — a family reuniting, andy with her hand curled against the back of nicky's neck, foreheads pressed together, there's another sketch with andy but whomever she is holding had been erased, joe's own damnatio memoriae.
littered through the sketches are notes of the mission, names, places, stay dead next time. the little journal, stained with blood in some places unfortunately, is very obviously a memory keeper but yusuf is quite old so sometimes he can't remember even after only a few days. ]
Wait, was he the rabbit or the hare? [ a beat. ] Was there a rabbit and a hare?
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Hare only, I think.
[ she invites herself into his space because there's nothing about him that suggests he wouldn't welcome it. grass crunching under her beat-up shoes, she parks her butt right on a patch beside him, squinting up at all that fake sunlight. ]
Otherwise I definitely would've made some "wascally wabbit" jokes under my breath a few times.
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I couldn't tell you the difference if my life depended on it. [ not that it would matter much considering the immortality but on the scale of humiliating ways to die "smote due to lack of knowledge of hares v rabbits" would be as embarrassing as that time he tripped and fell into a well when nicky tool his shirt off.
he offers her an easy smile, warm and open. ]
Now though I am starting to wonder if Bugs Bunny is improperly named for a laugh.
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like how did the tree suddenly grow in the lake house and no one noticed? is she not paying rent? if they did make their date he wouldn't have moved out of the lake house allowing kate to move in in the future so their entire romance exists in a time loop as she couldn't have moved in if he hadn't moved out and the only reason he moved out is because she moved in and started writing him letters, from the future.
he sighs, deeply. ] Why does he have so many turtlenecks?
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he tilts his head, thoughtfully. it sounds a little like a riddle, the accidental kind, that has a clever solution out there somewhere in the universe, even if it isn't currently in rhys' mouth. )
Cold neck? Just a shot in the dark.
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[ joe doesn't sound believing but that is perhaps less in the logic (the movie took place in a cold city, rhys is 100% correct) and more in the fact that the movie in question is joe's personal riddle and he cannot figure it out.
keanu reeves' turtlenecks were a crime against humanity and that does not seem like an exaggeration. ]
Have you ever had something that doesn't make sense but it stays in your head forever?
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Well, you are speaking with a Daemati. ( he explains, ) A psychic. Half the things in my mind, I have no clue how they got there, as they belong to someone else.
In fairness, I do think turtlenecks make a bit of sense. If you're cold. And stylish. ( he offers a smile. ) Unless it's something else?
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A Daemati? [ he's good with languages so it only sounds slightly off, but it's the first time he's ever said it. ]
That sounds terribly disorienting.
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[ today in her sunlight adventure, she stumbles on joe and lays down beside him without preamble, tucking herself under his arm and using the crook at his shoulder and chest as a pillow. she is literally about to enter the nap zone when he speaks up. she lets the question hang in the air, debating whether or not she wants to pretend unconsciousness. ]
Are you thinking about that fucking movie again? [ her eyes are still closed. ]
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[ he takes a breath. ] Futhermore! [ should have pretended to be asleep, andromache. ] Alex and Kate couldn't meet for their date because he dies, but then when he survives they would have been able to meet for their date, but if they did make their date he wouldn't have moved out of the lake house in the first place, thus allowing Kate to move in in the future so their entire romance exists in a time loop as she couldn't have moved in if he hadn't moved out and the only reason he moved out is because she moved in and started writing him letters, from the future.
[ sometimes a bad movie from 2006 consumes your entire mind. imagine the memories he could have if he wasn't always thinking about the lake house (2006). ]
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[ like a great eldest sister, however, she does tune him out about halfway through. so much so that she doesn't even realize he temporarily stopped, or maybe he just needed a few seconds to actually take a fucking breath. even if she isn't paying attention it doesn't mean she can't find his voice soothing. ]
Please don't ask me if the dog was god again, you know my answer.
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[ joe said it so dismissively, handing lifting to literally brush it off despite knowing her eyes are very much closed. he doesn't care for andy's answer because the answer is that the dog is god, obviously. she disappears at the end of the movie! ]
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not an avoidance tactic ( the hallway )
he turns, finding someone behind him. ]
Hey.
[ aca-awkward. ]
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so when joe is suddenly turning away from the armory that booker was heading to, booker is taking a step back. mostly to give the other man his distance. or room to pass, should he wish to sweep on by without further conversation other than a simple greeting. ]
Salut.
[ aca-aca-acaaaaaa-awkward. shit. ]
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now though it seems like too much effort. ]
The replicator is shit.
[ it isn't, it works fine for daisy, but joe isn't willing to concede that he isn't naturally gifted at future technology. give him a forge any day. ]
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What were you trying to make?
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[ because of course, he is trying to make a weapon that went out of style hundreds of years ago, but they were fun and he's been itching for something different. he hasn't fought with a meteor hammer in centuries, it would be good to stretch his legs as it were. ]
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he lifts his eyes to his face.]
Hello.
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still, he can rally! ]
I don't think we've met yet. [ he doesn't hold out his hand to shake, but he does hold his hand over his heart and nods at the other man. ] I'm Joe.
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We haven't, no, but...I'm aware of you. Somewhat. Through Andy.
My name is Blue.
What...are you looking for? [he seems a bit aimless.]
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he shakes his head, shifting his thoughts before he goes on a tangent and completely zones out. ]
A pleasure to meet you, Blue. I was looking for the mess, but clearly was not paying attention.
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Unable to sleep she decides to grab something to eat back in her room and she was hoping not to run into anyone, she's about to turn around when she sees someone in the doorway to the kitchen but they turn around and she's already been spotted.]
Hey.
[She sounds dead inside and the smile she attempts to make doesn't reach her eyes.]
Can't sleep?
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[ he looks at her, the brittle smile and her sad eyes. she doesn't look great and while joe doesn't want to go into the kitchen where there seems to be an impromptu sundae party happening, he figures he'll probably cope with it better than daisy. ]
Want me to get you something so you don't have to go in? I can bring it to your room.
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[Daisy points out, looking over his shoulder and seeing a few people in there.]
Avoiding someone?
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[ the ship could be the size of earth itself and it would still be too small, in joe's opinion, that's how much he doesn't want to see booker. they were supposed to have time. time for joe's temper to cool off, time for nicky's cold rage to begin and end. instead, joe had three months before he was faced with his rat brother again and his fury is very much still burning white hot, but he can't admit it because admitting it would mean telling andy and nicky what booker had done. will do. ]
Nicky made beans and rice the other day. Go back to your room, I'll meet you there with burritos and nachos.
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