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Tweak says, "That must have hurt."

⚜ ｐｉｔｅｒｄｅｖｒｉｅｓ. (blue_eyed) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2012-10-20 12:56:00

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lacus clyne, piper halliwell, piter de vries, seven of nine

{ day 189 } action | open
[ a certain sulky murderer is still thoroughly dissatisfied with this whole "prison" arrangement. one would think he would have grown used to it, given that his life has been a life led in captivity for years anyway-- but he hasn't. the banality of this place, the stiflingly mundane atmosphere, is making him restless. the recent excitement hadn't been enough; he'd jumped at a chance to kill when it came to him days ago, and now he can't quite shake it-- that urge to kill, to crush with his hands or open someone up with a flash of cold steel.

perhaps an evening walk will do him some good.

it's been too long since he has heard any word from jessica, and thus he ventures into sector four. he moves through the place with the same calculated grace as always, never betraying the faint, impotent rage he feels at the thought that she might be gone. the idea that she might have slipped away without a word, without a trace, without a chance for him to see her face or hear her voice again, like odinson and rand-- atton, that smug fool who he had so dearly wished to hurt again-- is unacceptable. he is not accustomed to loss, and even though he knows he must accept that things have been taken from him and, in mentat fashion, carry on, he can't help but feel cheated. not mournful, not sorrowful, but hateful-- and he'd almost like to take a moment or an hour or perhaps the whole evening to submit to that anger.

so he does. he thinks extensively about it, analyzing that bitterness and rage as he stalks through the prison in whatever comfortable shadows he can find. he takes to wandering through sector four and quatro park at first, eventually ending up in the winery at some point in the night for a bit of light drinking, further sulking, and, of course, glaring at anyone who passes by. ]

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	trytobenormal 2012-10-21 03:55 am UTC (link)
	[Piper was also walking through Sector Four. She was on her way back to the apartment after picking up some things for cooking. She had a lot of bags, actually. In fact, so many that, when she passed by Piter, one slipped and fell, spilling its contents at his feet.] (Reply to this) (Thread)

	blue_eyed 2012-10-22 11:52 pm UTC (link)
	[ piter is absolutely unamused with this development, sidestepping to avoid the jumble of groceries. he slows to a stop a few paces away, turning to observe the mess with a small, derisive sneer. ] Ah, how unfortunate. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trytobenormal 2012-10-23 04:09 am UTC (link)
	Oh... sorry about that. [And she crouched down, putting some of the bags down so she could start grabbing some of the items that had spilled, only to have one of the ones she put down tip over and spill out.] Oh, crap. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

blue_eyed
2012-10-25 02:27 am UTC (link)

[ he is definitely considering just walking away, but the entertainment that this little encounter is providing him with might just be worth it. clasping his hands behind his back, he makes absolutely no move to help. ]

Perhaps it would be prudent to carry less. [ it comes out as a perfectly innocent suggestion, for the amusement is expertly kept out of his voice-- but rest assured that the nasty jerk is chuckling internally. ]

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trytobenormal
2012-10-25 02:37 am UTC (link)

Well, when you bake a lot, you tend to get a lot of supplies all at once. A cart would have made it easier, though, that's for sure.

[She glanced back over her shoulder.] Could you... maybe help a little? [She gave him a small smile.] Just need to get this stuff back in the bags and I'll be fine.

[Piper was trying to be pleasant despite her frustration at the situation.]

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blue_eyed
2012-10-25 03:03 am UTC (link)

[ "help"? how very quaint. piter glances around, thinking that perhaps a bot might be somewhere nearby to take his place, but there do not appear to be any of those damnable thinking machines about. after a moment of consideration, he realizes that it might, in fact, be prudent to assist her. this is a less than ideal conflict to be embroiled in-- but in the end, he would rather interact with a bumbling human idiot than a minion of the wardens.

and so, with a small sigh, he takes a step forward and bends to daintily retrieve an item or two. how inconvenient false civility is. ]

Perhaps, then, it would be prudent to bake less.

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	trytobenormal 2012-10-25 03:09 am UTC (link)
	Maybe. But, it's kind of my thing. [She didn't say anything, but she noticed his delicate handling and reluctant assistance. Still, she'd be polite.] I'm working on eventually opening a restaurant. [The nightclub back home was a stepping stone.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

blue_eyed
2012-11-01 01:48 am UTC (link)

[ his shoulders rise in a small, stiff shrug. why is she telling him this? he did not ask to hear of her dreams and aspirations. does he look like a counselor? nonetheless, he nods once. ]

A fair amount of establishments here are inmate run; I am sure you will encounter no trouble in that endeavor. [ a pause. ] Unless, of course, you have committed serious transgressions against the facility. [ there is a subtle note of humor in his voice-- he does truly wish that more people would severely inconvenience the wardens, given that they themselves are objectively the worst transgressions of all. ] Yet somehow I doubt such a thing.

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	trytobenormal 2012-11-03 03:25 am UTC (link)
	No... Not really. [She picked up the bags again.] I haven't been around all that long. I kind of want to keep a low profile to start. [Until she learned who was trustworthy around here.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

blue_eyed
2012-11-07 01:51 am UTC (link)

[ ahh, excellent. he feels a very small shred of relief now that her groceries will hopefully trouble him no longer. ]

That is wise, indeed. How long, may I ask, have you been here? [ though he doubts that what she has to say will be terribly enthralling, he can't help but be curious— for it's been a few days since he's sought to glean further information from more seasoned inmates. ]

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	trytobenormal 2012-11-07 07:01 pm UTC (link)
	Day... 170? Yeah. Day 170. In the old dome, too. Were you in the first one? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	blue_eyed 2012-11-07 11:53 pm UTC (link)
	[ that recaptures his attention, just a bit; he shakes his head in a calculated, stiff movement. ] I was not, though I arrived shortly after the transfer-- on the hundred and seventy-fifth day. [ a small, humorless chuckle escapes him. ] Time is ever unrelenting, is it not? As slowly as the days seem to pass, it has still not yet been a month. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trytobenormal 2012-11-07 11:57 pm UTC (link)
	[She nodded.] Yeah, they didn't wait on bringing in new people after dumping us in the new place. But, you're right. I mean, it didn't help that the seasons were apparently all weird in the other place. I didn't see much of it, but I heard that they moved really fast, making for a very short year. Well, fast in comparison for most versions of Earth, anyway. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	blue_eyed 2012-11-08 12:20 am UTC (link)
	[ he scowls and folds his arms across his chest in a fluid, graceful motion-- though not without a faint air of irritation, directed more at the matter of the prison as a whole than at piper. ] My assumption is that they mean to disorient prisoners, given that the vast majority do appear to be from that ancient planet. You are no exception, I presume. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trytobenormal 2012-11-08 09:55 pm UTC (link)
	Probably. [To his first comment. To his second...] I am. [It was strange to hear her home referred to as ancient.] Are you from the future or something? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	blue_eyed 2012-11-16 09:27 pm UTC (link)
	The far future. [ he chuckles. ] The year 10191, in fact. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trytobenormal 2012-11-19 04:35 am UTC (link)
	[She stared at him for a second. Really, this shouldn't be that big of a deal, right?] Ten... thousand? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	blue_eyed 2012-12-13 02:47 am UTC (link)
	Ten thousand. [ this shouldn't amuse him as much as it does, but people from the past are so very precious in their shock and awe. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trytobenormal 2012-12-18 04:28 am UTC (link)
	That's... um... pretty far in the future. [Piper had traveled through time, but nothing past fifty years into her future. Ten thousand was a pretty big jump.] Are things a lot different? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	so late a female piter could be pregnant somewhere blue_eyed 2012-12-29 02:02 am UTC (link)
	Oh, quite. None of your precious computers are in use any longer, for one. Also worth mentioning may be the diaspora of the human race across several different planets. [ chuckles, just a little too pleased with himself. being a smug future-jerk is so enjoyable. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

oh my

trytobenormal
2012-12-29 05:26 am UTC (link)

Well, I suppose that was only a matter of time. [She wasn't from that far in the past that she didn't know about space exploration, at least, and computers and other electronic gadgets seemed to become obsolete faster and faster.

She shifted the heavy bags in her hands, suddenly reminded of their weight. She should probably get going.]

Well, thanks.

[For what little help he'd given.]

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	blue_eyed 2012-12-31 12:52 am UTC (link)
	[ finally, someone who doesn't try to argue with him about technology; refreshing, that, but even more refreshing is his chance to escape. being antisocial is such intensive work. he smiles and takes a step back, bending into an exaggerated bow. ] Oh, it was the least I could do. [ the very least, actually. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trytobenormal 2013-01-01 01:06 am UTC (link)
	Hm. [She gave him a small smile. Right.] Have a good night. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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borg
2012-10-21 06:07 am UTC (link)

[ seven does not drink, which is a good thing. she may not be presently aware of it, but borg nanoprobes do not handle synthehol well. one glass of wine and she's completely wasted. if she can't handle the synthesized alcohol of the future, the real stuff of the "present" probably won't go over any better. no, she's in the winery as part of her self-imposed tour of the dome now that commander data's repairs are near completion. ]

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blue_eyed
2012-10-23 12:19 am UTC (link)

[ piter himself has ended up choosing to drink very little, deciding instead to substitute public tipsiness for ~~peasant~~people-watching and a bit of private drug abuse upon returning to his apartment and its comfortable (though rather meager) spice stockpile. one must always practice self-care. in any case, he's still parked himself in one of the shadier corners of the bar, sitting up straight with hands folded neatly beside an empty shotglass, refills of which he has denied twice now.

after growing rather weary of enduring his mind's sulky genius douchebrain shenanigans, he turns minutely to take a brief inventory of the other patrons. people-watching, he has found, is actually not terribly stimulating at all in such mundane surroundings-- but out of the meandering stragglers, he recalls seven's face and its peculiar features immediately. perhaps she will catch his whiteless eyes watching her, but in the interest of quiet study he will not yet deign to say a word. ]

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	borg 2012-10-27 06:42 pm UTC (link)
	[ she does indeed and takes the staring as enough of an invitation to approach. ] Your eyes are most curious. [ blunt and direct, this one. ] You are not human. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

blue_eyed
2012-11-01 02:01 am UTC (link)

[ he quite likes that bluntness-- ultimately, such a direct declaration is preferable to the hours of staring and sneering that he has endured before, always coupled with the eventual simpering inquiry as to whether or not he is of arrakeen stock. what's more, there is always that hidden, derisive, sour connotation to the question, meant to shame him for his addiction, his savagery-- though he refuses to feel shame. irritation, perhaps, that daft strangers should feel the need to belittle a mentat that could kill them in a thousand different ways, but never shame.

a smile stretches across his lips. ]

Incorrect.

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	fields_of_hope 2012-10-21 06:31 pm UTC (link)
	[Lacus makes it a habit to stop by the Winery regularly, as it's a place people tend to congregate and a place people go when they need solace. She gives no thought that those people might prefer to seek it alone, however.] [There's no drink in her hand when she slides into a seat near Piter, of course ignoring any glares or sulking.] Good evening. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	blue_eyed 2012-10-23 12:33 am UTC (link)
	[ when around lacus, he tends to make a point to rearrange his features into expressions of vague sociability. now is no exception, though he is rather lazy about it; there is no glaring, but there is no false grin either-- only a softening of features, a slight clench of the jaw as he turns to look at her. ] Indeed. I trust that it finds you well? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fields_of_hope 2012-10-23 09:51 pm UTC (link)
	[She does notice his attempts to be what she sees as more amicable, and appreciates it.] Very well, yes. Some people were troubled by the new inmates [aka insect invasion] but I found them quite interesting. It seems you did, as well. [Based on that post he made] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

blue_eyed
2012-10-25 02:47 am UTC (link)

[ he chuckles softly, darkly-- none of the shrill, unhinged laughter she must have heard in that stupid, senseless broadcast-- before replying. ]

I did indeed, at a small cost. [ that would, of course, be his dignity, as well as the few milliliters of venom he deigned to allow bruce. mostly, he is just bitterly dissatisfied with how much gigging he did that evening. he does not like giggling. it is not conducive to people fearing him. ]

Terribly interesting beasts... with a most potent brand of venom. [ and the cannister he is now keeping in his apartment is the closest thing he has to a child. such a precious baby! ] I should rather like to study its effects further. Lacus, my dear, do you know of any others unfortunate enough to meet their fellow inmates' stingers?

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	fields_of_hope 2012-10-25 05:40 pm UTC (link)
	A few. [She watches him carefully, but shows no reaction other than sanguine.] It seems to have been an experience that felt better in the moment than in the aftermath. Did you learn anything of them, aside from the effects of a sting? [She's curious about their new dome-mates, and also about Piter's definition of interesting.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

blue_eyed
2012-11-01 02:15 am UTC (link)

[ and that elicits another singular chuckle. ] It is the disposition of a Mentat to never be entirely out of his mind, and so I mercifully retained a few infrequent spells of clarity throughout the night. Uncontrollable laughter, I have found, is extremely inconvenient.

Ah, but I've not yet had a suitable avenue to study the venom-- though Banner, I presume, will be conducting tests as well at some point. We did learn, at least, much of the creatures' internal components.

[ piter is the king of finding nice ways to say "[bug] guts." ]

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	fields_of_hope 2012-11-02 01:33 am UTC (link)
	Oh? You never let yourself be free to your whims? [She leans on an elbow, smile quirking.] I admit it is a difficult life for one such as myself to imagine. [Human nature, a much more fascinating topic than bug guts.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

blue_eyed
2012-11-02 11:32 pm UTC (link)

Difficult? [ he pauses for a moment, musing on this. ]

I suppose one such as yourself would consider it to be so, but I do not know any other life. It isn't a joyless one-- my whims are merely rather few and far between. [ that's not entirely true-- he used to be able to conduct himself as he pleased, but now... well. thanks for making his life even more difficult, marina. nonetheless, he smiles a small, sweet smile that would never betray the fact that behind it, he is thinking about murder and torture and drug abuse. lovely, healthy whims, all of them. ]

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	fields_of_hope 2012-11-04 03:02 am UTC (link)
	And what whims are those? I can't imagine Hyena Wasps are commonly involved. [Naturally curious about what makes people tick, she is especially interested in Piter. He is human, that much is clear, but from a culture where she would, perhaps, seem very abnormal.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

blue_eyed
2012-11-07 02:20 am UTC (link)

The whims of any ordinary man, I assure you. [ the smile widens. ] Though perhaps with more of an emphasis placed on intellectual pursuits, rather than liquor and females. [ not that he doesn't love females or drug abuse, of course. he pauses for a moment to consider what other interests he has besides murder and jessica (and potentially murdering jessica). ] I find linguistics rather engaging.

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	fields_of_hope 2012-11-08 11:10 pm UTC (link)
	[Ordinary? She wouldn't use that word to describe him, but if he does then, very well.] Linguistics? I can imagine there's quite a wealth of opportunity here, then. [She orders a fruit wine from a passing bot, and it's only fitting that she inquire of him,] Anything for you? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

blue_eyed
2012-11-16 09:22 pm UTC (link)

[ he shakes his head, ever a picture of demureness, denying another drink. ] I have had some opportunity to immerse myself in language as of late; my studies have focused primarily on the French language. [ a little mangled by his accent, he pronounces it more like "franzh," for that is how it's come to be known in his time, but he seems rather pleased. ] Learning a language is quite relaxing, I find. So many complexities to familiarize oneself with, so much grammar and lovely sound.

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	fields_of_hope 2012-11-17 12:48 am UTC (link)
	Mm, yes. My father found a hobby in linguistics; Latin was his particular vice. That's how I was named. [And aptly so; Lacus means "lake" in Latin.] He found it fascinating. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

blue_eyed
2012-12-13 02:46 am UTC (link)

And a beautiful vice it is. [ he is still tense, guarded, but just a bit of that tenseness begins to melt away as he lets quiet, lovely french phrases run absently through his mind. ]

What languages do you speak, my dear? [ he gestures to the comm; she's likely noticed that he needs to wear it to communicate with anyone at all. ] I cannot guarantee familiarity with them, of course, but I find myself curious.

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