their wills were ever-bent on waiting [closed]

[goodweather]

Who: Phil and select folks
When: November plots
Where: Various
Summary: A place for me to collect closed threads with people I've been needing to hit. I need to control my thread count so so badly, so no open this month. Message me if you want to plot!
Warnings: None for now





(( hi :) i wasn't sure what to put here but it felt weird leaving it empty ))

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[broshaw]

He's in the middle of debating whether or not it would be offensive to mention the fact that he dabbles in occasionally wearing a fursuit in public and also private when he sees the ring.



OK OK OK he can handle this. Disappointment is part of the Boshaw lifestyle. (Hitting on married men is also part of it, but that's mostly on his mom's side.) Besides, he's dating a hot goth catboy so like, basically already living the dream.

(He's being so brave and so strong right now.)

"Soooooooo, uhhh, who's the lucky vixen?" He grins. "Get it? Because foxes?"

[goodweather]

"Hm?"

Beat.

"Oh! Oh. Right." He's--right, fox, yeah. "That's my wife Rita. She's great. We're coworkers, actually. She's..."

Phil's gaze softens, ears pressing down. "She's, uh. Not here."

[broshaw]

Oohh NOOOO he's making it worse!! (But also does this mean he has a shot -- NO, focus on being a good dude man!!!)

All that is telegraphed only in the way his eyes widen in sympathy. "Oh, man, uhhh, sorry to hear that, dude. That must fuckin' suck." Now he's wondering how many other passengers were married before they got here. "Aaaand it's probably better she isn't, I guess, right?" Since everyone tends to be very anti-ship, YK?

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(It does, in fact, mean he has a shot. Phil and Rita were both at the age where they discussed what to do if something terrible happened to either of them and left the other behind, and being allowed to date around and even remarry was one of them. It’s fox season, Sharky.)

“Oh, definitely.” Ignore the part where she’d been on a previous voyage, there’s nothing he can do about it so it’s better to just not dwell on it at all. “I don’t know what I’d do if she showed up. It’s. It’s hard, but I think I prefer this over the alternative.”

… Maybe. If she was here, they’d have to watch each other suffer and die without end, but at least they’d be together. They’d eventually leave together. But that’s not what happened, and there’s no use in wishful thinking. (Fuck, he misses her so much.)

“… What about you? You get cut off from anybody?”

[broshaw]

He's glad he called the Anti-Ship Brigade right, since the last thing a guy mourning the involuntary separation of his marriage needs is a dude extolling the virtues of a never-ending pleasure cruise. (Not that it's been very pleasurable these days. Kinda blows lately, actually, and not in the fun sexy way he's used to.)

"Oh, uhhhh, back home, you mean?" Man, it feels weird to think about it sometimes. He's been able to pretty much completely adjust to living somewhere else, to the point where his family back home has become a passing thought. He used to cry thinking about missing Blade growing up. Now it's just something he remembers fondly every so often.

"Just, y'know, some family. Most of my friends died in the whole nuclear apocalypse thing I got dealt with, so it was just me, my cousin Hurk, our kid and a ragtag buncha survivors... Honestly, I got more people here than back there at this point." (And maybe that's exactly why he doesn't hurt so much thinking about family back home. He has new priorities, and they're ones that even his family back home would approve of.)

(...And maybe he shouldn't call Blade his cousin and his kid, but, like??? It's true, sooooo???)

[goodweather]

"Oh, Jesus. When are you from? We had some close calls on my Earth but we didn't get blown up yet." He really hopes he doesn't have some extra fun circumstances to look forward to if he ever ends up back home.

"Sucks that you had to leave your family behind, but... if you have more people now, then at least I guess you managed to make the most of it. I mean, that's great. It sounds like you're doing pretty okay? Who've you met?"

[broshaw]

"Hope County, Montana. Y'know, Earth?" Because he has to make sure of that, which is just life on the ship. "But I wouldn't worry about it. There's lots of Earths out there, and plenty of 'em made it past 2018 without any Collapse or World War III or whatever you wanna call it."

He thinks, anyway?? Oh well.

"Oh, yeah, I'm -- doin' pretty good. Ummm, TBH, kinda like it here better than back home, up to but not includin' the random acts of violence we gotta pull to charge things up." Look at him, turning down the enthusiasm on his "this ship is amazing and y'all are dumb for not seeing it" opinion. "So, IDK if you know 'em, but like -- Pratt, for one, he and I used to be antagonistic as fuck back home, but then he died and I showed up here then he showed up here and it's really put shit in perspective. So he's like my best bro. And then Giles... and obviously Ossie, hahaha, you don't get one without the other. Then there are all the hotties -- Marc, Max, Flan, Ava, not so much allowed to say that one now that she's happily wedded but man she is a smokeshow right???"

Time to take a breath. "Y'know, so like, a lot of people. Marc's not here anymore. Neither's Clarke..." :( "But so long as I got Giles and Pratt, I think I'm gonna be okay. What about you? How long have you been here, anyway? I don't think I've seen you around before, believe me, I'd remember you."

[goodweather]

Phil, at least, can reasonably sympathize enjoying a murder cruise better than the nuclear apocalypse for the sake of safe and reliable food, water, a bed, and company. It's much easier to think when you have all those bases covered.

And then Sharky asks how long he's been here, and--

"Oh!" Phil barks a laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry, that's--that's my fault, I forgot that I..." He clears his throat, then holds out his hand. "I'm Phil. I've been here for a year and a half now. Sorry, I know I don't usually look like this."

[broshaw]

"Ooooh. Shapeshifter?" He nods like that explains everything. "Damn, you've been here like..." He does a quick calculation on his fingers and is visibly staggered by the results, "Like as long as me??? Whaaaaaat? I totally know who you are then, just like -- not like this."

He squints as he actively attempts to translate furry features into human ones. He's pretty good at this after years of playing "name that fursona" in the drunk tank with Pratt...