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lastvoyages2026-03-20 10:19 pm
greatoldjohn) wrote in lastvoyages2026-03-20 10:19 pm
Chapter 65 | audio
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Everything go all right for you?
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How'd it go for the rest of the flood?
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Thank you for trusting me. And if you want to call me 'Ondo', you're welcome to.
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I think everything went all right? Did everything go all right for you?
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Were you still interested in that thing I mentioned?
[ closed to Arthur, Sokie, Sheehan, Aerith, and Oscar, individually ]
Are you back to... you?
...do you remember while you were... smaller?
[ new inmates only]
One of the new folks gave me the idea for this so hopefully this will help: [ and linked is this write up with information, including- ] and like it says, please make sure to ask if you have any questions on any of that.
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[ After he finishes up with Chris, he's coming back to his cabin to see if Ger's there and check to see how he's doing. He'll knock on his own door and open the little window. ]
Are you in there, friend?
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[ John's going to be out and about especially this week, checking in on people and places on the Barge to make sure that everything is back to normal and everyone's back in the swing of things. He knows how wild things can get after a flood. ]
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You...were my entire world. I hope you know that. In the best way.
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...did you like the kids? Us?
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...did you mind me calling her Ana?
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You're a bit of a brat, Mr Doe.
[Not with regret. He sounds like he's amused, if flustered.]
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[He peers out from the conversation pit. He showered, by scrunchie change, but he still looks green. And his eyes have flecks of gold inside.
And slooooow sink into couch abyss.]
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Feeling any better?
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[ Beat. ]
I missed you. Up for company?
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Well. Frustrating. Maybe not enough to get angry about. Or raging mad, rather.
He rubs his face, gets up to pour himself a glass first thing, and shuts himself in his room in the upstairs of Norton's cabin. He has to have this conversation quickly before the restriction sets in and he can't use his communicator any more.]
John Doe.
[A breath, clearly frustrated.] What the hell was that?
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...what the hell was what?
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Two and Nine are particularly restless after that reminder of what it was like when they were in charge.
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I don't feel any different.
[ There was a time near the very end that his Turks counterpart seemed to disappear with no sign of Vincent's return but that's fine.
Probably. ]
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In fact, it seems like most people are doing all right after all that disruption. Everything go okay on your end?
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[ He... had no idea. ]
I'm glad. For... both of those things. [ Beat. ] Everything's fine here, honestly.
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Thank you, John.
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More or less, yeah. Uh, less about the, er. The very last day. Besides the overwhelming amount of love I could feel from you.
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...I couldn't really help it. You have no idea.
You were so Small.
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How are you?
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...did you get to see Aerith like that?
[ Someone else has to know how cute she was. ]
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It's weird to be a child.
No matter how many times the Admiral makes me one.
It's disorienting if I think about it after.
[Much less, end up as one.]
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[Which is a relief, honestly. Sebastian when he was young and stupid would have been a hassle to deal with.]
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[ John even a few years back would have been Very Very Bad. And it's not like he can be a child. ]
All of yours doing all right?
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A few days post-flood
John, my king of wayward poets, I have an offering for you.
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[ Cat ear perk. ]
Do you want me to come to you?
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Thank you for... trying, John. She'd never have admitted it, but she was terrified, and I think you were... too different from anything she'd ever known to get through to her easily.
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But there wasn't much I could do about it, unfortunately. [ A little wry. ] I mostly wanted to distract her from jumping other people.
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And so she comes across him while she's up on the deck, walking Mila, who barks a friendly hello. Yelena herself raises a hand in greeting.]
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