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exsiliumlogs2013-10-15 01:49 pm
alittlesweptup) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-15 01:49 pm
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Date & Time: 10/7, on the moon where time is meaningless
Location: Hallways
Characters: Max Kearney & Charlie Cutter
Summary: Stress test
Warnings: Swearing and ~*~strained friendships~*~
[It comes down to happenstance more than design: he just manages to catch her out of the corner of his eye as she's leaving the cafeteria (everyone's got to eat). As much as part of him prefers to just leave the damn thing be - because their last conversation had gone all of nowhere -, either there's something in the look of Max or he's just feeling guilty (or looking for a fight; it's a toss up) that prompts him to abandon his meal before he's even finished it.
And while it's late - as if time's much of a thing here - and the cafeteria is mostly empty, it still takes him long enough to get across the room. By the time he reaches the corridor beyond, she well out of sight. So Charlie takes his best guess, picks a direction at random, and gets lucky. It's quiet save for the low hum of the station's power cycles which means his voice cuts loudly when he calls out to her.]
Oi! Max!
Location: Hallways
Characters: Max Kearney & Charlie Cutter
Summary: Stress test
Warnings: Swearing and ~*~strained friendships~*~
[It comes down to happenstance more than design: he just manages to catch her out of the corner of his eye as she's leaving the cafeteria (everyone's got to eat). As much as part of him prefers to just leave the damn thing be - because their last conversation had gone all of nowhere -, either there's something in the look of Max or he's just feeling guilty (or looking for a fight; it's a toss up) that prompts him to abandon his meal before he's even finished it.
And while it's late - as if time's much of a thing here - and the cafeteria is mostly empty, it still takes him long enough to get across the room. By the time he reaches the corridor beyond, she well out of sight. So Charlie takes his best guess, picks a direction at random, and gets lucky. It's quiet save for the low hum of the station's power cycles which means his voice cuts loudly when he calls out to her.]
Oi! Max!
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No man is an island, and all that John Donne stuff.
[But it's a mild kind of chastising, no real heat behind it.]
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Yeah, well, John Donne can suck it. I've managed fine, shows what he knows.
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[Yup, that's where he's taking this conversation. Apparently, according to Charlie, honesty hour is officially over.]
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I'm not a poetry person, really.
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I'm not surprised. [It's a mild kind of ribbing, all faux better-than-thou.] I'll bet you spend all your time nose deep in tech manuals while feeling sorry about yourself.
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More into the selfdestruction than the selfpitying, really. [ Facetious, because that's how you hide the truth. Say it as a joke. ] And I find vodka more useful than tech manuals. You like poetry?
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Sure. Poetry's just history.
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cries remember when they got along
[C'mon Max. Linguistics.]
barely ;;
Uh? Okay, I will take your word for that. You enjoy that.
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Your loss.
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[ She's got wiring to finish up with here, if he's all done with honesty hour. ]
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Oi, would you quit pressuring me? [It's mild enough as he levels the flashlight properly back to the exposed wiring once again.] Honestly. So bloody demanding.
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[ Somewhere between brusque and amused. There, see, everything's fine again. ] I do my level best.