Will Graham (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
empathicfault) wrote2023-06-18 11:04 am
empathicfault) wrote2023-06-18 11:04 am
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[Apparently no offense is taken; she doesn't look annoyed, or bothered in any way.]
I told you I wanted you to get some broad exposure to therapists who aren't dicks. People who say they want to help people work through their issues, and who actually mean it.
As far as I was concerned, just chatting with them? Not actually a problem.
I told you I wanted you to get some broad exposure to therapists who aren't dicks. People who say they want to help people work through their issues, and who actually mean it.
As far as I was concerned, just chatting with them? Not actually a problem.
....oh.
[ The elevator opens and he starts the walk towards his little corner of the Barge, not speaking until they get near his door. ]
Well. I guess I've done that.
[ He opens his door- the dogs in their beds all wag a sedate greeting, and he heads over to pet them. ]
[ The elevator opens and he starts the walk towards his little corner of the Barge, not speaking until they get near his door. ]
Well. I guess I've done that.
[ He opens his door- the dogs in their beds all wag a sedate greeting, and he heads over to pet them. ]
Hey, Shaw. Pretty damn wild, which wouldn't be a problem if it were normal nature. There's some things that have attacked us. We're fine. Once the Admiral made the announcement, I made sure I had my weapons on me. Malcolm did, too.
Where are you? Did you get tossed off, too?
Where are you? Did you get tossed off, too?
Yeah, I heard that, but-
You're in the waters of death? What does that even mean?
You're in the waters of death? What does that even mean?
All right, well. I suppose it doesn't matter, if all you're doing is looking for a way out. Is it deep? Are there fish? Monsters?
There's at least one other person from the Barge stuck in here, and the Admiral says he can't get us out. Rescue missions are all on us.
[And she knows what her job is on that front.]
No fish. Water depth is variable; I went over a waterfall at one point, but it's not too bad where I am now. Monsters are-- let's go with manageable.
[And she knows what her job is on that front.]
No fish. Water depth is variable; I went over a waterfall at one point, but it's not too bad where I am now. Monsters are-- let's go with manageable.
Manageable is good. Waterfalls sound less good.
[ He's quiet for a moment, then lets out a huff. ]
I'll see if I can get more information on how to get out of there. I assume there's a trick or five. You'll keep in touch, right? Let me know if you find anyone else, if anything changes?
[ He's quiet for a moment, then lets out a huff. ]
I'll see if I can get more information on how to get out of there. I assume there's a trick or five. You'll keep in touch, right? Let me know if you find anyone else, if anything changes?
Teamwork. I like it.
I thought about trying to get a headcount, but with all the people overboard and all the different ways to lose a comm down here, I'm not sure how useful it'd be. It took me hours to find a place calm enough to pull mine out and start calling people.
I thought about trying to get a headcount, but with all the people overboard and all the different ways to lose a comm down here, I'm not sure how useful it'd be. It took me hours to find a place calm enough to pull mine out and start calling people.
Might not hurt to just collect who you can on the way out. Once...you find a way out.
I'll be keeping an eye out for people who got lost in the Wilds. Some of them might not fare so well in the wilderness. There's at least one abandoned town around here, though, so maybe we can use that for shelter. We can try to make a base, if that works.
My gun's not working, by the way. I'm using one of Malcolm's scimitars until I can fix it.
[ He assumes she won't have a problem with that, in this situation. ]
I'll be keeping an eye out for people who got lost in the Wilds. Some of them might not fare so well in the wilderness. There's at least one abandoned town around here, though, so maybe we can use that for shelter. We can try to make a base, if that works.
My gun's not working, by the way. I'm using one of Malcolm's scimitars until I can fix it.
[ He assumes she won't have a problem with that, in this situation. ]
[ Will groans. It's not the gun, it's Shaw's plan. He will have this argument with her later. Hopefully it won't come to that. ]
I'm not sure. It jammed on the second shot- I don't have the tools to fix it.
It's all right. Most of what's out here seems zombie-like, but not with enough numbers to actually be a threat.
I'm not sure. It jammed on the second shot- I don't have the tools to fix it.
It's all right. Most of what's out here seems zombie-like, but not with enough numbers to actually be a threat.
If you really are contemplating going in there, you’re not going without me. But I don’t think it’s the smart move, putting our fingers in the same finger trap.
I'm not. I won't. I just...
[ He heaves a sigh. ]
I wish my opinion mattered, just once, when I wanted it to.
[ He heaves a sigh. ]
I wish my opinion mattered, just once, when I wanted it to.
I told her this is a form of selfishness. I really think it is. I’m sorry.
[ From here. ]
Will had checked on the dogs first thing when they were yanked back on the ship. Fine, both fine. He'd headed back to his cabin to get things settled and finally change his clothes when the Admiral's announcement hit.
Thank fuck Harkin offers to come over. Will gratefully opens the door for him- which creates a small explosion of dogs. Buster and Winston are very happy to see both Harkin and Jax, and there is much tail wagging and sniffing. Will ushers Harkin inside with a tired smile and closes the door before the doggy meet-and-greet can truly get rolling.
"You want a drink?" he asks his brother, in lieu of their normal 'hey' and 'hey' greeting. Because yeah, he would like one too, right now. He's already moving towards his little cabinet of foodstuffs and glasses.
Will had checked on the dogs first thing when they were yanked back on the ship. Fine, both fine. He'd headed back to his cabin to get things settled and finally change his clothes when the Admiral's announcement hit.
Thank fuck Harkin offers to come over. Will gratefully opens the door for him- which creates a small explosion of dogs. Buster and Winston are very happy to see both Harkin and Jax, and there is much tail wagging and sniffing. Will ushers Harkin inside with a tired smile and closes the door before the doggy meet-and-greet can truly get rolling.
"You want a drink?" he asks his brother, in lieu of their normal 'hey' and 'hey' greeting. Because yeah, he would like one too, right now. He's already moving towards his little cabinet of foodstuffs and glasses.
I'm the selfish one. I don't- I know what she's doing, and why. But there's so many people on board that are less at risk. We've got necromancers. We've got a freaking necromancy god here.
Sweeney's a step inside and halfway to sitting when Will offers him a drink. It makes him pause, bent in between start and destination, while he considers it. Normally, he'd decline appreciatively. But with all the bullshit that seems to be rolling in:
"That'd be great."
He finishes his decent, plopping on the floor and waiting his turn to greet each dog once they've finished with each other.
"'m glad yer safe. That Malcolm is." Those fates are undeniably bound, so there's comfort in knowing that either one is.
"That'd be great."
He finishes his decent, plopping on the floor and waiting his turn to greet each dog once they've finished with each other.
"'m glad yer safe. That Malcolm is." Those fates are undeniably bound, so there's comfort in knowing that either one is.
You’re not being selfish, Will. She doesn’t understand what her job actually is here. It’s facilitating your graduation. Do you know how many people pressed my nose into that notion when I was concerned about not being able to see you without her chaperoning after Avalon? But is she doing that? I think sometimes she really is. I think many things about her are a good match for you. But then something happens and she absolutely has to be the only person qualified to run off and play Rambo all over the universe, like nobody else on board can handle anything, like you said. It’s a compulsion. And then she almost invariably gets killed and ends up tolling or dropping into a coma and what is she doing for you then? I mean, I’m probably not being fair to her right now, but it’s hard to, because she won’t listen to anybody and she won’t take the forever death and its likely powers and wiles to suck people into it at all seriously and it’s aggravating as hell. And you know what? If she does survive, she’s going to think she was right and I’m going to be an irrational coward for trying to warn her off. And the only other possible outcome is even less preferable than that.
As Sweeney sits down, two more dogs join the group- Jet and Bear, whom Shaw asked Will to look after. Bear is exceptionally well-behaved, waiting until prompted to come near for pets. Jet...slightly less so. He finishes sniffing the other dogs and shoves his face in Sweeney's, licking his chin.
Will continues his quest, since Hark's not saying no. Will himself doesn't drink much anymore, but he's glad for the excuse tonight. He has to squeeze past a couple of canvases- the non-living-room side of his cabin is starting to resemble an art supply storehouse- but it doesn't take him long. Soon he's joining Harkin on the floor, with an unmarked bottle of whatever whiskey is at this port. He sets two glasses up on the coffee table next to him and just enjoys the swarm of dogs.
"Hope we didn't worry you," he tells Harkin, sincerely. "I suppose if we really wanted to be safe, we should've stayed in the city. But I was more comfortable out there. We did try to be careful."
He pours for both of them, just a splash for now, and holds a glass out for his brother. "If this is terrible, I'll break out the space station bottle. I know that stuff's good." Nothing wrong with experimenting, though, right?
Will continues his quest, since Hark's not saying no. Will himself doesn't drink much anymore, but he's glad for the excuse tonight. He has to squeeze past a couple of canvases- the non-living-room side of his cabin is starting to resemble an art supply storehouse- but it doesn't take him long. Soon he's joining Harkin on the floor, with an unmarked bottle of whatever whiskey is at this port. He sets two glasses up on the coffee table next to him and just enjoys the swarm of dogs.
"Hope we didn't worry you," he tells Harkin, sincerely. "I suppose if we really wanted to be safe, we should've stayed in the city. But I was more comfortable out there. We did try to be careful."
He pours for both of them, just a splash for now, and holds a glass out for his brother. "If this is terrible, I'll break out the space station bottle. I know that stuff's good." Nothing wrong with experimenting, though, right?
Edited 2024-02-03 18:04 (UTC)
[ Will takes all of that in quietly, and it's clear in the video that he's rolling over that in his mind. Finally, he lets out a small sigh. ]
Yeah. It's not that I don't understand that. I've...done similar things. Hell, I've actually gone to fights expecting to die, just because I thought it'd save more people. But I wasn't- I didn't have any options then.
I don't know why I'm even- I get it. Maybe it's because she's out there and I'm still in here, and it feels like...not enough. But this entire boat is practically full of- of 'heroes', where we're all used to being the Only One who can help people. And if we all followed that instinct, every one of us would be in that goddamn river.
[ He still sounds like he's searching, because he's not sure why he got so upset, he just knows that he was. Is? Was. ]
...she's having me watch Bear and Jet. I think she knows it'll help.
Yeah. It's not that I don't understand that. I've...done similar things. Hell, I've actually gone to fights expecting to die, just because I thought it'd save more people. But I wasn't- I didn't have any options then.
I don't know why I'm even- I get it. Maybe it's because she's out there and I'm still in here, and it feels like...not enough. But this entire boat is practically full of- of 'heroes', where we're all used to being the Only One who can help people. And if we all followed that instinct, every one of us would be in that goddamn river.
[ He still sounds like he's searching, because he's not sure why he got so upset, he just knows that he was. Is? Was. ]
...she's having me watch Bear and Jet. I think she knows it'll help.
...Are you at her place or are you bringing them to yours?
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