rickitikitarr | 4. voice

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All right, this is all good fun and games, kids, but I'm going to be the one who spoils it by asking the question.

What the hell is going on?

And, for that matter, if we're the ones apparently running the show now, is anyone steering the boat?

[Ricki does not want the barge to smash into a sun and everyone to burn up, even though he's currently in the inmate-reclaimed bar and part of him is rather enjoying the fiddling.]

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she's frightened and alone

she's reaching out for us to fill a need

i hope just temporary

ship needs a pilot

She? It's a gal, we're aboard here?

no idea just defaulting to she because ships

altho Cain's timeship def. masculine vibe from that

uniusual

sry i'm a bit all over the place

def. alive tho

Something happen? Anything I can do to help?

just resurrected Victor

admiraling = bloody ahrd work

actually yes would you mind walking dogs?

not sure i can stand yet

I'm on my way. Be nice to see them again. Bringing you something precooked from the mess while I'm at it.

you lovely boy <3 <3

can you grab enough for vic too? meat type things for pref. he's not awake yet but he's breathing yay

Easy. But who's Vic?

my in former inmate

jax shot him last week i've been waiting on the admiral to bring him back

then i managed to do it myself

Well that's a new talent. All right about to balance things in my hands, see you in a bit.

not for this ship it's not. just never with me pulling the reins.

cabin 5/15 like the Who song or was that before your time? anyway door's open

thank you bb <3 <3

[Iris' cabin is large, pink and messy: the vast bed with its zebra-print bedspread dominates the room, although the other furniture looks just as comfortable and overstuffed. The room's focal point is the huge surrealist painting of a nude blonde in a skewed, red landscape filled with giant glass bees, metal dragons and melting clocks. Beside it are a set of framed Wanted posters featuring Iris, David Cain, Barbara Gordon and an unfamiliar, scarred and pitted face that the poster's text names as Wade Wilson.

Victor Creed is sprawled over the bed, breathing but otherwise unresponsive, and Iris is using him for a pillow. Elvis and Solace scramble down when the door opens to caper lovingly around Ricki and poke his tender spots with their noses.]

'Ey Ricki! Ta ever so for this.

Jesus Lord, Iris-

[He feels like he's walking into a brothel. His cheeks actually colour- but the painting, and she's in bed with a man, and good lord.

He just comes over and sets the tray down next to her on the bed.]

[Iris is so used to everyone being used to her that Ricki's reaction takes her a little aback, but the blushing tips it from weird all the way into adorable, and she winks at him as she heaves herself upright.

She's had to cut off most of what Victor was wearing on account of the bullet wounds. But Iris is mostly dressed, and quite chastely - by her standards - on top of the bedspread.]

People always thought Vic and me were shagging, but as it 'appens I just didn't want to park 'im in 'is own room. It's a flipping prison cell again, I'm changing that as soon as we both feel a bit better. 'Ave a seat and pull yourself up a vodka, there's glasses in the cabinet.

Nah, I'm fine.

[He's off the sauce, actually. This place is so centered around 'pour yourself a drink and join me' what with the pub, that if he let himself he could get into trouble. He has the personality type for it, but is just a little too meticulous to let it happen.]

Water in the tap, though?

[He'll go for a glass of that, so he can spare a moment and sit.]

'Course, darling, 'elp yourself. Or there's mango juice in the fridge.

[She pinches the bridge of her nose tiredly and eyes the food as though working up the energy for it.]

Flippin' 'eck, I've felt better'n this death tolling meself. Who'd be Admiral?

...they're all going nuts up there, aren't they?

Kids in a candy shop.

[He agrees, getting himself a glass of juice, before settling down in a chair.]

I don't know who's what currently.

It's not right. I'm all for water parks and free booze in general but that's not 'ow she's meant to work. I just don't reckon I'd 'ave much luck trying to talk anyone down right now.

[She picks up a cold chicken leg and eyes it uneasily.]

And we do need someone picking up the threads. Can't leave folk lying around dead. If I 'adn't got Dillon to do 'is entropy trick Vic would've been ...well past 'is sell by date before I got 'im alive again.

How long do you think before people realize that if you wanted the chance to off yourself to get off the ride permanently, this would be the moment?

[Suicide is generally an impermanent escape, after all. That might not be the case for long if this lasts.]

[That's a thing that hadn't occurred to Iris, and she startles visibly at it.]

Good grief, Ricki, is that where your 'ead's going? I'd be more worried about people offing each other, to be honest. We're going to 'ave to keep an eye out for that.

[He smiles. It shows what side of the fence they're each on. She's worried about the local decay of social order, he's thinking about the ways this could be used to get the hell out, even though his thoughts on the subject are alarmingly ruthless.]

I'll keep an eye out for bodies.

Someone wants off this boat badly enough to do themselves in, I'd say it's their choice. Not 'aving anyone else choose for 'em, though. I'll get back to patrolling soon's I can get up.

[She starts tearing and swallowing strips off the chicken leg, more dutiful than enthused.]

Worst comes to the worst, I can probably get everyone off the boat in time. I'll 'ave to do a test run, see if the barriers come down.

Get off to where? Some local planet?

[He hasn't actually been down to a port yet, at this point, so this is hard for him to picture.]

We're outside of space and time 'ere, Ricki, local doesn't exactly apply. No - if I can get anyone off, and that's a big if - I'll drop 'em where they need to go. That part's no problem, I've got me own transport.

More than that, we're between universes. You're saying your ship could get to my version of earth, and Anya's- where there are mutants, and that fellow where the nuclear strike happened?

[Because as poor as his understanding of the multiverse is, that's a tall order.]

Oh aye, that's not a problem. The problem is that this ship won't let 'er inmates leave. I tried once, in a flood where I didn't know what I were doing 'ere. The bus dematerialised just fine, but Aslan just landed on the carpet in my room.

But if she's really dying, that should stop 'appening too. If it 'asn't already.

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