Obviously, he could just shove you down a set of stairs or pistol whip you or whatever, but the other wardens would definitely complain about that. [So, basically, even if that was likely it's nothing.]
But, yeah, as long as there's nothing you want, they can't take anything from you.
[ He's had a weird introduction. The eldrich beings, and then the pirate life for what felt like a lifetime, and also he wasn't paying attention, so. There's that. ]
I suppose things were weird enough you can pretend you should have leeway on not figuring out nothing actually matters here. I think it's part of the, you know, method. Get inside people's heads.
You had money, right? [Fitz had looked back at earlier posts after the fears had been banished. Roman's... everything else had backed that up.] In three months or so you'll probably be asking to suck some guy's dick to try to capture the sense that capitalism has any meaning. But you can get cigarettes for free.
[ He's not going to let this get to him. There's a few things doing on, a few things that Fitz touches on that makes Roman deeply uncomfortable--Fitz is right in almost every way, for one--his eyes narrow, squinting somewhat, before that practiced, perfectly-in-place smirk slides onto his face. Unphased, unbothered, water off of a duck's back, he tells himself. ]
[Fitz leans back, smile sardonic. He knows that one well. He might be younger (or centuries older, depending what is or isn't being counted), but he's been pulling that act decades before Roman was born.]
You're not very good at hiding. Was it because people weren't allowed to point out the obvious, or did you just not have anyone who cared enough to stop you from humiliating yourself?
[ He doesn't have to take this. Fuck Fitz. Fuck this whole thing. Roman switches off the communicator, and, without a single moment of hesitation, decides to throw it as hard as he can against the wall. ]
[With age and maturity - okay, most through having made a couple of friends, Fitz no longer faces every conversation like it can be won, an often self-defeating prospect. On the other hand, sometimes you can definitely win and he's putting this one on the list.]
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Date: 2022-03-20 02:16 am (UTC)But, yeah, as long as there's nothing you want, they can't take anything from you.
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Date: 2022-03-20 03:01 am (UTC)Holy shit.
This is the stupidest spaceship in the galactic federation.
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Date: 2022-03-20 03:03 am (UTC)[Seriously, this is day two shit.]
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Date: 2022-03-20 03:46 am (UTC)[ He's had a weird introduction. The eldrich beings, and then the pirate life for what felt like a lifetime, and also he wasn't paying attention, so. There's that. ]
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Date: 2022-03-20 03:54 am (UTC)You had money, right? [Fitz had looked back at earlier posts after the fears had been banished. Roman's... everything else had backed that up.] In three months or so you'll probably be asking to suck some guy's dick to try to capture the sense that capitalism has any meaning. But you can get cigarettes for free.
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Date: 2022-03-20 05:35 pm (UTC)[ He's not going to let this get to him. There's a few things doing on, a few things that Fitz touches on that makes Roman deeply uncomfortable--Fitz is right in almost every way, for one--his eyes narrow, squinting somewhat, before that practiced, perfectly-in-place smirk slides onto his face. Unphased, unbothered, water off of a duck's back, he tells himself. ]
You really think you've got me figured out, huh?
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Date: 2022-03-20 05:39 pm (UTC)Am I wrong?
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Date: 2022-03-21 06:39 pm (UTC)[ Fitz is right, and he's hitting too close to home, and Roman is panicking. ]
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