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goneawayworld2020-12-31 05:47 pm
piper90npcs) wrote in goneawayworld2020-12-31 05:47 pm
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NEW YEAR'S BASH
Who: Everyone
What: New Year Celebrations
Where: The Rig
When: December 31st/January 1st
Warnings/Notes: Possible drunken revelry, smooches, language.
After everything, it is the end of a long, hard year. Free from Christmas decorations, new ones fill the hall. Snow's still present, and the New Hires will have had time to curse the daily shoveling of the walkways, but in certain areas of the Rig, green onions decorate doorways. Streamers and banners are all over the place. And people are already drinking and making merry, despite the earliness of the day.
They might regret this later, but they don't yet have 2020 hindsight.
Also, with some actual, honest apologies from ol' Dick Washburn, a combined Christmas/New Year's feast is held for the New Hires in their dorm. Yes, there's a dull sheetcake, written with their names (poorly spelled) on it, but there's also stew, a roast turkey, honest to God decent serving sizes... Apparently, it seems, the kitchen staff had found out that the New Hires had been cheated, dealing with missions over Christmas, and had nearly revolted until they got permission to put together a feast for them. Which may be why there's a load of cupcakes, noodles, pasta makings, and everything else that're usually grudgingly held out as treats.
Someone's set up a tree, too. Granted, it's aluminum, but it's decorated. There's a little Jorgmund ouroboros in place of the star as well. Underneath it, the Secret Santa presents. And whatever presents the New Hires might have begged, borrowed, or stolen the money for. And it seems that the corporation also has little gifts for everyone.
Jorgmund may be a heartless machine. But it seems that some of the people who grease the wheels have hearts after all.
What: New Year Celebrations
Where: The Rig
When: December 31st/January 1st
Warnings/Notes: Possible drunken revelry, smooches, language.
After everything, it is the end of a long, hard year. Free from Christmas decorations, new ones fill the hall. Snow's still present, and the New Hires will have had time to curse the daily shoveling of the walkways, but in certain areas of the Rig, green onions decorate doorways. Streamers and banners are all over the place. And people are already drinking and making merry, despite the earliness of the day.
They might regret this later, but they don't yet have 2020 hindsight.
Also, with some actual, honest apologies from ol' Dick Washburn, a combined Christmas/New Year's feast is held for the New Hires in their dorm. Yes, there's a dull sheetcake, written with their names (poorly spelled) on it, but there's also stew, a roast turkey, honest to God decent serving sizes... Apparently, it seems, the kitchen staff had found out that the New Hires had been cheated, dealing with missions over Christmas, and had nearly revolted until they got permission to put together a feast for them. Which may be why there's a load of cupcakes, noodles, pasta makings, and everything else that're usually grudgingly held out as treats.
Someone's set up a tree, too. Granted, it's aluminum, but it's decorated. There's a little Jorgmund ouroboros in place of the star as well. Underneath it, the Secret Santa presents. And whatever presents the New Hires might have begged, borrowed, or stolen the money for. And it seems that the corporation also has little gifts for everyone.
Jorgmund may be a heartless machine. But it seems that some of the people who grease the wheels have hearts after all.
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Guts finds no shame in admitting this, as strange as it may seem. He may not be particularly talkative, but he's always there, keeping company. Warming himself by the bonfire. Cautious, but still craving companionship.
He looks around for his second drink.
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"Yeah? I find it freeing. You know me, I worry about people as is, wanting them to be happy and safe and all. If I'm with them all the time, I worry all the more, and I take it hard when they ain't."
When they die, he means but doesn't say.
"But no two folk are the same."
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“Yeah. I get it.”
He does. He’s lived most of his life that way - though for different reasons.
“Protecting someone is hard, but being with them makes it easier to deal with the dismal things inside.”
Somehow, the warmth of company outweighed his fears. It kept the more dreadful, hateful thoughts at bay.
“I’d probably be the dead one without companions. I’m grateful for them.”
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But when she died he fell apart entirely, backslid into a level of grief he didn't know he was capable of feeling anymore, and now he'll do anything to avoid feeling a fraction of that again. So now when he smiles, it doesn't hit his eyes.
"They sound like a competent bunch, keeping you alive and all. And a lovable bunch."
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The way he levels his look at Dan suggests he's included in there, too. Guts wouldn't stick around him so much if he weren't.
And then he takes another drink, because it'll be easier to blame that on the alcohol if he does.
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"Shucks, Guts, love you too." He drinks too. "Imagine how proud you're going to feel the first time I use a sword on a mission and don't cut my own arm off."
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"You're clever. I'm sure you'll get there sooner than you expect."