First prompt [OPEN]; second prompt [CLOSED TO WILLIAM]

[ersatzeverything]

Who: Deacon and William; Deacon and OPEN
When: A few days after the battle with the Caducans
Where: Around Moira and Nomo 001 (William's room)
What: An evil demon mask is causing problems. Also, Deacon lies too much.
Warnings:References to prior violence



[A: OPEN]

[He's been having nightmares every fucking time he tries to sleep. He blames it on what happened with the Caducans. Sure, that wasn't the first time he's seen an op go sour, people get killed, but this wasn't an op, it was a massacre. There should have been a way to avoid it. Shoulda coulda woulda.

As a general rule, Deacon tries not to dwell on the past. Thinking too much about shit that went wrong is a one-way trip to crazy town and losing yourself in booze or chems of the barrel of a gun, desperately trying to escape bitterness and regret in the face of a harsh and unfair universe. It’s fucking hard, though, when it feels like the memories are actively chasing him. Sometimes when it’s quiet he swears he can hear his wife’s voice, even though she’s been dead for over twenty years now.

For the third time this week he wakes up in a cold sweat. He gives up on sleep and throws on a Moira uniform to wander the hallways restlessly and as anonymously as he can in the small community of the ship, hoping to find some booze and a quiet corner amidst the wreckage of glass.]

[B: CLOSED TO WILLIAM]

[During one of his sleepless excursions, Deacon knocks on the door of William’s room. Shades hide the dark circles under his eyes and his wig covers the red stubble on his head. He usually sleeps during the day, so he’s not worried about waking William’s roommates.]

Room service!

[He calls out in a bright and chipper voice.]

Comments

[chipouttaluck]

[Thing is? Surely lives next door, and it's not like she keeps any better hours. She's mainly wandering the ship because it's also like she's got nothing better to do. Kind of hard to calibrate whatever she's supposed to be calibrating when it's the middle of the night and half of it's embedded with the same kinda glass that's gotten stuck all kinds of everywhere. She don't have a plan or anything, not with the bar still missing in action, but hey, maybe there's still some Caducan stuff she can get her hands on.

Instead of a haul, though, she runs into... whatever that bald guy's name is. Now that she thinks of it, she's not sure she's ever heard it. Last she saw him, he was missing most of his head. Probably still got her beanie, which is alright considering she's still got that bandana Liquid handed off to her.]

Wouldn't go that way. It's all glassed up. [She points up the hall behind her.]

[ersatzeverything]

Goddamn it. See through walls are kinda creepy. I prefer a wall I can hide behind. How about you? How are you holding up with this "and now we live in an aquarium!" crap.

[chipouttaluck]

[Nonchalant shrug goes here. Hasn't really thought about it, would prefer not to.] Miss the bar, keep watchin' my feet making sure I don't step too hard and break something, but I figure it could be worse. Not about to give the ship any ideas, mind you.

[ersatzeverything]

Yeah, what a time to lose the booze. Seriously.

Speaking of which, you wouldn't happen to have a secret booze stash, would you? I figure I'd ask, since you were selling drugs when we met and all.

[chipouttaluck]

[#dontjudgeme]

Nah, fresh out. All I've got are Nuka and Sarsparilla.

[ersatzeverything]

Sarsparilla? Wait, there's a drink out there that's not booze and not Nuka Cola? Oh my god, everything I thought I ever knew was a lie.

Is it good? Does it have Nuka's trademark radioactive tingle?

[chipouttaluck]

Sure is! Uh, to both of those things, 'cept the radiation bit. Think I got a bottle left, if you wanna see yourself?

[I mean, what the hell. It's late, and there's sure as hell nothing better to do. So yeah, she'll be digging through that NCR bag of hers for one.]