open 🗡 sea you later ocean

[oiorpata]

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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Comments

[oiorpata]

[ she laughs, hearty but quiet, her shoulders shaking with it. ] You're fucking ridiculous.

[ but she says it with the utmost fondness, however slurred. ]

I don't wanna leave this mess here. [ the mess being the bottles. she knows the grass isn't real, but she doesn't want to litter anyway. ] Help me carry 'em?

[morethan084]

Yeah, well, you stick around anyway. So I guess that makes you ridiculous too.

[Daisy teases, warmth spreading through her body from the alcohol as she moves to sit up straight.]

Yeah, come on. I’ll cook.

[She jokes. They both know she can’t cook for shit. Helping pick up the bottles, Daisy clutches them tightly so they don’t crash back to the floor.]

[oiorpata]

[ the smile she gives daisy is almost unbearably fond. ] Probably.

[ andy moves to pick up some of her mess too, albeit with less steady hands. she tucks the full bottle under arm, to store for later. maybe she's done drinking for now. maybe. she'll think about it. ]

No. I want to eat food not charcoal chicken.