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My fuck rations are depleted [October catch-all]

Who: Natsuno and you
What: Monthly catch-all
When: October
Where: All around
Warnings: Discussion of murder, violence and suicide, will add as needed

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[ Giles finally finishes mixing his drink. There's... A lot of rum in it. And returns to his seat at the end of the bar. ]

We can only hope. The island had rum, so perhaps the Captain's softening a bit, letting us have a bit more fun on excursions.

[ He stops for a moment, idly stirring his drink as he considers his next words ]

I must say... You seem a very responsible young man. Far more so than I was at your age.

[Have fun, right. That lovely day on the island was merely a side-effect of the captain's little secret expedition. Natsuno still gets angry just thinking about it, even angrier as it taints the genuinely lovely moments of that day.

Giles' observation is met with a shrug.]

Where you stuck on an interdimensional prison ship captained by a psychopath when you were my age?

Ah no, I certainly wasn't.

My first interdimensional prison came later. [ He grins, and only manages to cover it a little by taking a sip of his drink ] It didn't make me responsible in the slightest though.

[That statement gets Natsuno's attention and he quirks an eyebrow.]

What, you were thrown from one interdimensional prison to another? Talk about unlucky. [Not that he sounds particularly sympathetic.] So what was it the first time? Don't tell me it was another cruise ship.

Not quite thrown from one to the other, I had about two years of freedom in-between.

For all the good that did me.

[ Giles laughs bitterly, and stirs his drink. Watches the combination of ice and alcohol swirl and clink against the glass with far away eyes ]

The first was... Well it certainly wasn't a cruise ship. It was a static place, a mockery of a- [ he stops, frowns, starts again ] of a great house. With lords and ladies above stairs and servants below. And woebetide any who dared step out of their place.

[He hums thoughtfully.]

Like this place is a mockery of a pleasure cruise.

[And summer camp, and a 50s diner and whatever Earth media the captain tries to recreate this time.]

Stay too long, and you become a "servant" yourself. [Pause.] Except this place is no longer static, I guess.

[What's with the ghost strike and all.]

Exactly. Stay too long and you become part of the furniture. A servant, or a prop, or a ghost in the machine.

[ He makes a face somewhere between a grimace and a twisted smile, draining his drink in one large gulp before continuing ]

But things are starting to change around here, and it's largely for the best I think.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

You think the fact that maintenance stopped and Friday's MIA is for the best?

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