Yelena Belova (
musicdied) wrote in
lastvoyages2025-07-09 09:47 pm
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Sixteenth Report | Audio + Spam
Since this seems to be the week for depressing polls...
[There's a hint of wry humour in her voice.]
I've been wondering what anyone here has done to prepare for your own disappearance. Not your wishes for if you'll be remembered. Messages, projects, people to care for your pets, those kinds of things.
I suppose I will go first, even if it is not very creative. I have letters for a few people, and I made B promise to take care of my dog before I even adopted her.
[Yelena can be found in most of her usual haunts, though while B is away, some of her visits to the deck include rather more dogs than her usual one. And since he'd left his warden item in her keeping, she can be found in the Enclosure taking the small pack for a romp.
The best places to catch her alone are the Library, or up on the deck late at night.]
[There's a hint of wry humour in her voice.]
I've been wondering what anyone here has done to prepare for your own disappearance. Not your wishes for if you'll be remembered. Messages, projects, people to care for your pets, those kinds of things.
I suppose I will go first, even if it is not very creative. I have letters for a few people, and I made B promise to take care of my dog before I even adopted her.
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[Yelena can be found in most of her usual haunts, though while B is away, some of her visits to the deck include rather more dogs than her usual one. And since he'd left his warden item in her keeping, she can be found in the Enclosure taking the small pack for a romp.
The best places to catch her alone are the Library, or up on the deck late at night.]

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I suppose that's the nature of life?
Anyway. I suppose preparing a sort of a will and testament is suitable, considering the nature of...death in this place. I don't have any pets, so I suppose I would want to leave messages to my friends here. Gifts, perhaps. Tokens of endearment.
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The rest of us - if we disappear, we go back to being dead, so what we remember is a bit of a moot point.
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I seem to recall being offered a second chance at life if I agree to come along; that was the stipulation. But I wasn't dead yet when the Admiral brought me here.
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Someone will have to take care of Warm Snow.
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deck; late late
Or, maybe it's just the thought of having no one left on the Barge except for her that the very thought of her disappearing is ... too much.
He doesn't bother with a reply right away. Instead he waits for her out on the deck, which has long since become one of three meeting places for them. And when he finally picks up on her heartbeat and the scent of her hair that catches the moment the door opens he hums a thoughtful note and finally answers with a lopsided grin. ]
Any chance that one of those few letters you've written are for a tall, dark and handsome guy with fangs?
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You are even lighter than I am.
[It's lightly teasing. She crosses the deck towards him, head canting slightly.]
But as a matter of fact, yes. One of them is for you.
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[ Levels a look at her, but it's more playful. ]
Oh? I'm curious now. What does it say?
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I think my plan was just not to get attached enough to need to worry about any of it.
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"What're you reading today?" he asks, perfectly casual, like he always does when he comes to bother her during his shift. He's pretty sure she hangs out in here at this time of day as much to see him as to read, so he doesn't feel bad interrupting.
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She marks her place in the book, flipping it to show the cover, which is a lurid neon that screams cheesy pulp fiction, and seems to involve a lot of tentacles. "What if James Bond was an alien jellyfish," she...well, explains might be an overstatement.
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Enclosure
"Hey! You think we could join you?"
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"Sure," she says. "We're all friendly here. Maybe a little bit brainless sometimes, but friendly."
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audio; CW for a little bit of suicidal ideation here
[ Gale does not envision himself graduating, so that is a relevant concern. A letter to his mother, mostly, not a wide range of them. He isn't certain who else might care. ]
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Library
"I've never actually done it. Hurts too much to think about, I guess. And the things I want to say... It doesn't feel quite right, passing them on to someone else to convey."
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[He's interested! There's such variation in these matters.]
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It's not especially depressing by Russian standards, but most of the people here are not Russian.
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What I'd like is a solid strategy on punching higher beings in the face but I'm still working on that one.
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