(no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

[Open video]

Whatever's doing this is welcome to fuck the bloody 'ell right off. [The words are growled in Porthos' unmistakable voice, but the camera is panning to show what some may recognize as the interior of his cabin, though it's in considerable disarray. The table's been flipped over, the wooden bed and its straw-filled mattress turned on end and balanced against the wall against the door, leaving just enough room for it to open, though only wide enough to admit a grown man if he squeezes in sideways. There's a broken bottle on the hearth, with wine spread in a deep red puddle around it, and a couple others simply tumbled over on their sides, fortunately still sealed. All the cloaks and spare clothes that usually hang from pegs near the door or occupy the trunk that's usually at the foot of the bed have been scattered across the floor... and one chair is precariously balanced on two legs atop the narrow mantle above the fireplace. There are also considerably more spare clothes lying about than Porthos might account for on his own.]

[Private to Credence]

As the Admiral 'as seen fit to put us together for the month, I'd like to meet with you and find out if there's any way I can be of 'elp to you.

[Private to Selina]

'ave you ever ridden a horse, Little'un?

[Spam/OTA]

[Porthos still holds down his favorite table in the lounge for some portion of each day, and will always welcome company, whether just to share a drink or for a game of cards or darts or billiards. He's been slowly learning how to use the strange machines in the gym, and can be found for some portion of most days (looking incredibly awkward and out of place in full leathers) using some of the weight machines, though more often he avails himself of the heavy bag. And he's always willing to cross swords, even if they're disappointing wooden travesties rather than live steel. Though catch him in the Enclosure and he'll be more than happy to program some of the real thing to play with. And sometimes, in the evenings, he'll settle in leaning against the rail on deck to look out at the unfamiliar starscape they're making their way through.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

That's not necessary, sir. I've already got as much help as I need. Thank you.

[Well that's not exactly encouraging, but still-] Then 'ow about friends, lad? D'you 'ave as many of those as you need?

Yes. I have more than that, really.

Re: Private

withdistinction - 2018-10-05 19:00 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Private

credere - 2018-10-05 19:01 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Private

withdistinction - 2018-10-05 19:17 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Private

credere - 2018-10-05 19:18 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Private

withdistinction - 2018-10-05 19:26 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Private

credere - 2018-10-06 07:50 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Private

withdistinction - 2018-10-11 01:48 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Private

credere - 2018-10-11 06:47 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Private

withdistinction - 2018-10-12 03:27 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Private

credere - 2018-10-12 10:10 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Private

withdistinction - 2018-10-15 04:37 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Private

credere - 2018-10-15 11:35 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Private

withdistinction - 2018-10-17 07:49 (UTC) - Expand

You alright?

Fine. I found it this way. [And given the small space between the door and the bedframe it was clearly a tight squeeze for a man of his size to get into the room in the first place.]

... Need some help there?

(no subject)

withdistinction - 2018-10-15 04:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

heyidiedtwice - 2018-10-15 07:02 (UTC) - Expand

It's showing off for you.

It can stop, I'm not impressed. [He rolls his eyes and huffs in exasperation. A year ago something like this might have put the fear of God into him, or maybe just inclined him to give up drink for a day or six, now... now it's just one more strange irritation in the overall strangeness of the barge.]

[Sam squints and leans in to look closer at it.] Damn. Need any help cleaning up?

[Porthos visible scans the room, then huffs.] I wouldn't say no... and at least all the wine isn't soaking into the floorboards. [In other words, he can offer Sam a drink.]

[Sam gives a thumbs up.] Alright, man, I'm on may way over now. What's your number?

(no subject)

withdistinction - 2018-10-07 01:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

redwingfan - 2018-10-10 00:01 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

withdistinction - 2018-10-11 07:21 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

redwingfan - 2018-10-14 19:14 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

withdistinction - 2018-10-15 04:48 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

redwingfan - 2018-10-20 23:09 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

withdistinction - 2018-10-20 23:57 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

redwingfan - 2018-10-21 02:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

withdistinction - 2018-10-21 03:10 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

redwingfan - 2018-10-24 16:46 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

withdistinction - 2018-10-25 10:31 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

redwingfan - 2018-11-01 13:34 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

withdistinction - 2018-11-02 19:15 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

redwingfan - 2018-11-06 02:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

withdistinction - 2018-11-11 00:12 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

redwingfan - 2018-11-12 20:18 (UTC) - Expand

[Jean knows they aren't the same people they were in the breach - never partners, never soldiers in the same war - but damn if this doesn't seem familiar anyway. She's not sure if they ever fought poltergeists, though.

She could fight the impulse, the wry grin that he might recognise in turn, but she's too tired for that, really.]

I don't think it's listening.

[Porthos doesn't even try to rein in the a laugh, and his grin is warm and wide and friendly. She might not be the partner he only half remembers from the breach, but there's still a sense that she's someone worth investing in and relying on.]

No, I think you're right. Though I keep 'oping to maybe catch it in the act and skewer it. [Even if the idea of stabbing a ghost is probably ridiculous.]

[That response makes her smile deepen, her shoulders ease.]

That sounds like something that could backfire very easily. ...Unless it's vulnerable to steel or something.

(no subject)

withdistinction - 2018-10-11 07:24 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

fireincarnate - 2018-10-12 07:10 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

withdistinction - 2018-10-12 07:57 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

fireincarnate - 2018-10-12 09:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

withdistinction - 2018-10-15 04:18 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

fireincarnate - 2018-10-29 11:10 (UTC) - Expand

A horse? Hell no.

Now what kind of answer is that? Riding's a valuable life skill. And don't tell me you actually don't like the idea of 'aving power over an animal so large. [He's clearly incapable of conceiving of someone truly not wanting to ride.]

Driving's a valuable...

[She trails off because the idea pretty much lights up her whole face with mischief.]

Okay. You teach me how to be a cowboy or whatever you're trying to teach me, and I'll show you how to drive.

Re: [Private]

withdistinction - 2018-10-12 04:18 (UTC) - Expand

Re: [Private]

fille_fatale - 2018-10-12 04:35 (UTC) - Expand

Re: [Private]

withdistinction - 2018-10-12 04:53 (UTC) - Expand

Re: [Private]

fille_fatale - 2018-10-12 13:21 (UTC) - Expand

Re: [Private]

withdistinction - 2018-10-14 05:33 (UTC) - Expand

Re: [Private]

fille_fatale - 2018-10-14 05:36 (UTC) - Expand

Re: [Private]

withdistinction - 2018-10-14 05:37 (UTC) - Expand

spam

fille_fatale - 2018-10-14 06:00 (UTC) - Expand

Re: spam

withdistinction - 2018-10-14 07:18 (UTC) - Expand

Re: spam

fille_fatale - 2018-10-24 23:08 (UTC) - Expand

Re: spam

withdistinction - 2018-10-27 07:37 (UTC) - Expand

Re: spam

fille_fatale - 2018-10-30 23:57 (UTC) - Expand

Re: spam

withdistinction - 2018-11-02 19:10 (UTC) - Expand

Re: spam

fille_fatale - 2018-11-09 01:51 (UTC) - Expand

Re: spam

withdistinction - 2018-11-11 03:09 (UTC) - Expand

Re: spam

fille_fatale - 2018-12-06 17:34 (UTC) - Expand

Re: spam

withdistinction - 2018-12-07 08:53 (UTC) - Expand

[Laura approaches where Porthos is training, watching for a half a minute before finally deciding:]

You need new clothes.

Porthos stops what he's doing at her approach, then tips his chin up in affront at her comment. "And what's wrong with my clothes, then?"

She tilts her head, considering carefully how to answer. It isn't the first time he's been in here, but she's always left him to his own devices unless he really needed assistance - or a sparring partner, considering she has her own blades with her at all times.

Her voice is a little softer when she replies. "There are other options, if you want them. Materials that are less restrictive, and will keep you dry even when you sweat."

Re: gym

withdistinction - 2018-10-11 08:13 (UTC) - Expand

Since the port, Nico's been practicing sitting on the deck, usually with his back to a wall and doing his best to do what he can to avoid thinking about what he's doing. Even making the first move in talking to someone is better than thinking of space, instead of embracing being easily hidden in the shadows.

"Hi."

"Nico!" Porthos grins at the greeting and comes to slide down the wall and sit next to Nico. "'ow are you faring?"

[Oh look, he's practicing with the communicator.

Oh look, he's smirking.]

Accidentally slept with the sister again did you, brother?

[Porthos laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling.] If only I were so fortunate, brother! At least I 'ad some enjoyment in the making of the wreckage, then. Now I just 'ave the mess and none of the pleasant memories of 'ow it came to pass.

And at least your tryst had the common decency not to punish an innocent man alongside the one that spurned her.

[He clucks his tongue disapprovingly, but it's ruined by the blatant amusement.]

Is there too much destroyed?

Private

Re: Private

Re: Private

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

[Private]

Re: [Private]

Re: [Private]

gym

Re: gym

Re: gym

deck

Re: deck

[ Video ]

Re: [ Video ]

[ Video ]