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open 🗡 sea you later ocean

CHARACTERS: andy + you!
LOCATION: misc rooms on station
DATE: post wish full mission
CONTENT: getting crunk, breaking stuff, hiking, ???
WARNINGS: alcoholism cw, will add others as needed

I 🗡 THE BLADE ITSELF INCITES TO DEEDS OF VIOLENCE

[ she could ask joe or nicky or even booker, but the kind of violence andy wants to do now that she is free from the sea isn't fair to put even on them, even though they could handle it and come back from it. she doesn't know if she wants to fight a person so much as simply destroy something. ]

[ so very shortly after returning to the station from a long few days (weeks?) under the ocean, andy gathers up a bottle of vodka, a couple of snack bags, and a few different weapons from her collection, taking them all to the training room at an odd hour of the day (or night), with the intention of going to town on the dummies. she's wearing leggings and a sports bra for ease of movement, with low but snug boots. ]

[ she downs about half a bottle for her warm up and then immediately starts striking with a sword. there's no build up - it's just a slip into instant aggression, the blows landing with clear intent to harm. this is not practice for her. it's hack and slash for the sake of it. ]

[ in a slick and swift slice, the sword cleaves through the neck of a dummy, sending the head rolling across the floor towards the feet of a person who's just walked in. ]

It's all yours, I don't need it.

[ at the very end of it all, every dummy is in pieces. arms and legs have been hacked off from various points. heads are missing. chests are split open, sliced and stabbed in vital spaces. none of them are upright and the room is a mess. she'll tidy up in a bit, as she considers trying to program the simulation room with more. moving targets might be more useful, because she still has so much energy she wants to get out. ]

[ she hauls her axe over her shoulder and finishes up the remains of her vodka. a water would probably be smarter, but she isn't here to be smart. ]

II 🗡 IT IS THE WINE THAT LEADS ME ON

[ andy drinking is not a surprise. what might be instead is the actual wobble to her step, the glazed look in her eyes, because she is drunk. she still handles herself fairly well because her intention is to get absolutely trashed and she's not quite there yet, despite the trail of bottles she's left in her quest to get here. ]

[ she stumbles back into the kitchen and collides with one of the kitchen counters at the hip, but bounces off it and keeps moving towards the liquor cabinet, yanking it open and squinting inside before she pulls out a bottle of vodka. she doesn't quite startle if someone suddenly appears nearby, but she does tuck it in close. there is a small slur in her tone, quiet enough that it's blink and you miss it. ]

This one's mine. [ but there's more and she stares into the cabinet like she's debating a second bottle, even as she sways on her feet. ]

[ or maybe it's later in the sunlight room, where there are quite a few empty bottles abandoned in the grass as andy herself sits near the stream. she's holding one in her hand, alongside two more unopened beside her. it's dusk and she is waiting for the artificial sun to set, because she longs for the stars and these holograms will have to suffice for now. despite the state of her, she isn't unawares when she has company. ]

What's that fucking phrase? [ oh there is definitely more of a slur in her tone now, as she takes another sip straight from the bottle currently in her hand. ] Treat yourself?

[ this is not what treat yourself means, but it sounds about right for her. bottoms up! ]

III 🗡 EACH MAN DELIGHTS IN THE WORK THAT SUITS HIM BEST

[ if you saw andy the night before, absolutely hammered, it might be a surprise to see her mulling about the kitchen like normal. she's tired, but there's no sense of a hangover in her expression or movements. she's just her typical existential tired, gathering up a collection of food and shoving it into a backpack. there's a cereal bar half in her mouth as she chews at it, and she tucks in both a bottle of water and of whiskey alongside the food. she's dressed in comfortable pants and hiking boots with a long sleeve shirt, looking every bit like she's set for an adventure that is not meant for space. ]

[ no, today is the day she tries to program the simulation room. all on her own. because she wants to go on a fucking hike!!!! ]

If you could climb any mountain, what would you pick? [ just because andy has already climbed virtually all of them on earth doesn't mean she knows the kind of climb she wants today. she'll decide when she gets there. ]

[ or perhaps you enter the simulation room after she's done her best to program it and find yourself at the base of a smaller sized mountain ridge. it's green and deciduous, with a bright sun in the sky and a healthy smatter of clouds. she thought about trying to replicate denali, her favorite to solo, but ultimately decided something smaller that would just take her a few hours would be best, bringing her back in time to eat a real dinner. the prospect has her in much better spirits than she seems to have been the last few days, both on the mission itself and after the return. she sits on a log as she rummages through her backpack, just checking she's got all she needs before she Begins. ]

IV 🗡 SING, O MUSE (WILD CARD)

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[ she laughs, relinquishing the bottle. the joke deserves it. ]

The undying thing is pretty fucked up in any era. I'd say nothing is stopping you from starting now, but we've already established I'm over being a god.

[Is it a joke? Or is she being serious?]

Is there artwork of you? There has to be.

[Andy just might regret admitting this to her.]

[ she shrugs. ] Joe draws me all the time.

[ yes she is aware that is an evasive answer. ]

I sat for Rodin. But you're probably talking about god art? [ right? they were talking about the god thing. her brain is foggy and her lips are loose. ] I have no idea if anything of me still exists from that time. You're really underestimating how long ago that was.

He’s a great artist.

[But that’s not what she was talking about. Andy drops a name in a way that makes it seem like whoever they are is important, but she has no idea.]

Who?

[If it was something they learned in history class, she must’ve skipped that day. Her eyebrows shoo up when she admits to there being pieces of her time as a God, possibly still in existence.]

Have ever tried googling yourself? See what comes up.

One of the best. [ she feels extra strongly about joe's skills right now, apparently. ]

Famous for being a sculptor. He's not the only one, but he's one of the more recent ones. I don't like to sit for art much anymore. [ on account of how easy it is to pass along images across the internet. ]

[ she shakes her head. ] I'd hope nothing would be found. Besides, there'd be a lot of names to google. Most statues from that time just get labeled "woman in a crown" or some shit like that anyway.

So you’re saying he isn’t the only person you sat for?

[This just keeps getting better and better, and the conversation has Daisy smiling. Which is rare the last few months.]

Does that mean you’ve googled yourself?

There's been a lot. Don't ask me their fucking names, I don't remember most of them. [ especially the ones that are older than a thousand. she knows daisy likes to ask her questions but there are a lot of answers she truly just does not know. ]

No. Shit in museums. I think you are really underestimating how long I've been alive, Daisy. You can't google shit that was never written down.

[Daisy can’t stop smiling, especially as she gives Andy a once over.]

Would you sit for me one time? You’d be the prettiest stick figure I’ve ever made.

[Andy’s probably gonna regret saying anything.]

[ she laughs, but it's a genuine sound, topped off as she takes another sip of her drink. she drains the last of the bottle. ]

Usually I have standards, but I could make an exception for you.

[Daisy beams at the way Andy laughs, even if it’s likely because of how drunk she is.]

I can’t tell if I should be offended or not.

[ it's nice to be a happy drunk again. if she were sober, she might credit daisy with it, but she very clearly is not, so she'll just enjoy being happy around her. ]

Flattered, obviously.

Just don’t tell Joe.

[Daisy says in a serious tone, but her smile is betraying her as her face flushes from the warmth of the alcohol hitting her.]

I don’t want him to be intimidated by my art skills.

Maybe you could teach him something new. He's drawn me so many times, a new perspective might be good for him.

[ the word perspective slurs, a little bit, and she reaches for another bottle, popping it open without a care. ]

[Daisy smile widens at the way Andy slurs her words, hand reaching for the bottle.]

I think you’ve had enough.

[She suggests gently, hoping she’d just hand the bottle over. As amusing as it is to see Andy actually drunk for once, Daisy can only imagine how much she’s had to drink to get to this point.]

[ she does not let the bottle go. ]

I'm still awake. [ ergo, not enough yet. ]

[Any teasing immediately leaves at Andy’s remark,]

Are you trying not to be?

[Dumb question, she knows. Daisy is just concerned.]

[ she doesn't answer right away, staring at the lid of the bottle before she opens it despite daisy's warning. ]

I don't know. Mostly I just want to stop thinking.

[ she's forgotten a lot as daisy is well aware, but it's the things that linger in her head that haunt her now. ]

[Daisy can definitely relate to that, but it hurts to see Andy like this.]

I know.

[She won’t try to stop her again, but she’s in absolutely no rush to leave her alone like this either.]

The first time I tried alcohol, it was cooking sherry.

[Her nose wrinkles at the memory,]

It was awful, and my foster parents were pissed.

[ there's a pause. then she lets out a laugh. ]

What a shitty first. [ she has in fact also tried it. mostly to annoy nicky. ]

But probably harmless compared to other choices you could have made. Did they get over it?

Don’t worry, it wasn’t long after that I went to a party that had a lot of options.

[One that ended up with her mixing way too many drinks. Daisy smiles sadly at her question,]

I was kicked out a few weeks later.

[It occurs to her just how much she hasn’t said about her life growing up, or anything about her life back home. It’s a subconscious choice.]

I didn’t know it at the time, but I was being moved around on purpose every few months.

How old were you? [ she isn't thinking too much about the right or wrongs of it. andy doesn't ascribe to the concept of a drinking age - she mostly wants to contextualize daisy's story. and even then, pinpointing what the world was like for daisy at that age might prove cumbersome for her. ]

[ she remembers, she thinks, daisy having said something about being born in china but raised in the states. ]

The American foster system can have some shady practices but something tells me it wasn't just that in your case. Kicking someone out for a drink is a shitty move.

[Daisy squints up at the fake sky in thought, trying to remember.]

Fourteen, I think.

[Somewhere around that age. Honestly, whether she realizes it or not, there’s a lot of things she’s forgotten about from her childhood.]

I was being moved around for my own safety. I just didn’t know until years later.

A baby. [ andy says it with a lopsided smile on her face, though it's less for 'too young to drink' reasons so much as 'god fourteen is so young in general.' ]

[ she takes a few sips from the bottle. ] So the spy life always had you in its clutches?

As opposed to now?

[Daisy teases, watching as Andy drinks some more. Smiling sadly, she looks down at the grass and plucks a few pieces.]

I guess you could say that.

Toddler now, obviously. [ does that mean she needs to age up booker?? ]

Just give me a straight answer. [ she points the bottle at daisy. ] It's starting to feel a little unfair that I keep babbling my secrets and you won't tell me shit.

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