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thisavrou_log2016-06-20 10:43 pm
knaval) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-06-20 10:43 pm
(closed) no way to get ahead in life
Who: whirl and riptide
When: late afternoon on the 19th
Where: cargo bay
What: riptide and whirl decide dealing with trailcutter's severed head isn't something they can do sober
Warnings: robots drinking to deal with trauma. whirl. possible mentions of death and war, the usual depressing shit that comes with these giant metal tittybabies
[riptide, finally, decides he can't deal with this any more. he hadn't come to this decision when tarn had killed him, nor had he when he failed to save pipes and trailcutter in the alt-ingress. or when tarn had gone out of his way to make him literally pass out from terror. he hadn't even been like this to make the many nights of sleeplessness a bit less painful.
staring at the box trailcutter's head (and spine, technically) ended up in, however, riptide decides he's had enough. he glances over at whirl.] No. Nope.
I'm-- nope. [he crawls backwards on his ass, towards a crate with a high energy signature.] I'm not staying lucid any more tonight. It's not happening.
[he doesn't even get up, hitting the lid off the crate with his palm and not breaking eye contact with the box while reaching up to fish around for a cube of high grade.]
When: late afternoon on the 19th
Where: cargo bay
What: riptide and whirl decide dealing with trailcutter's severed head isn't something they can do sober
Warnings: robots drinking to deal with trauma. whirl. possible mentions of death and war, the usual depressing shit that comes with these giant metal tittybabies
[riptide, finally, decides he can't deal with this any more. he hadn't come to this decision when tarn had killed him, nor had he when he failed to save pipes and trailcutter in the alt-ingress. or when tarn had gone out of his way to make him literally pass out from terror. he hadn't even been like this to make the many nights of sleeplessness a bit less painful.
staring at the box trailcutter's head (and spine, technically) ended up in, however, riptide decides he's had enough. he glances over at whirl.] No. Nope.
I'm-- nope. [he crawls backwards on his ass, towards a crate with a high energy signature.] I'm not staying lucid any more tonight. It's not happening.
[he doesn't even get up, hitting the lid off the crate with his palm and not breaking eye contact with the box while reaching up to fish around for a cube of high grade.]