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Amos Burton ([personal profile] tumang) wrote in [community profile] reverienet2018-06-16 08:17 pm

o2. spinning wheels (video; un: burton)

[ The camera filming is the one from the console in the wall of the garden, the one that Haru put together. It shows Amos, fingers brushing along the plants hooked together along the wall. He has a smile on his face, and his touch seems incredibly gentle, his lips parted as he looks at the greenery. ]

Have you ever seen something more amazing? These plants are keeping us alive. Literally. Scrubbing up the air we breathe, putting it back out as something we can use. They take so much work, so much patience, so much knowledge. To keep them alive, help them grow. So amazing.

[ He stops, his face closing up all of a sudden. His jaw ticks with a muscle under the beard, and his hands turn into fists. He pulls away from the wall. It seems like a sudden change in mood, something like a switch has been flipped, all of a sudden. His posture tenses, his eyes start stinging. ]

This place is killing us. It's - it's killed my friend, already. He's more than a friend, really. He's my brother.

[ If you've met Amos, had a chat with him, you might realize that this video is pretty... well, unlike him. He doesn't seem to really recognize that fact, though, looking straight at the camera with his eyes slightly teary. ]

Be careful. This station does shit to us. [ Pause. Amos wipes at his eyes. Sniffles. ] Oh and by the way, guys, it's a station, not a ship. Don't make me say it again.

[ He doesn't sound angry, even when he says this, tired of having to repeat himself. There's a suspicious complete lack of anger throughout the whole entry. ]

Seriously, we need to get off this barge. All of us. If you think there's nothing you can do, I promise you, there is. We gotta work together.
contorta: (—65)

[personal profile] contorta 2018-06-22 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
She told me she hasn't seen her.

( it comes out soft. not resigned, but— tired. )
contorta: (--8)

[personal profile] contorta 2018-06-22 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not.

( it's a statement. it's mostly a statement. he's not giving up. it's a bit of a question, too.

he glances down at amos' hand curling around his wrist, shifting his own arm a little to make it easier for amos. his heart skips a beat, but he puts it down to the topic. )
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[personal profile] contorta 2018-06-22 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I wish—

I wish I knew she was still alive.

( how did they get here? why are they talking about this? prax doesn't know whether he wants to change the topic, though. whether he could even if he tried, mei always at the forefront of his mind. )
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[personal profile] contorta 2018-06-22 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( once you get her back. amos sounds so certain about it, so sure. prax wants to soak it up and maybe that's part of why he doesn't move his hand away, why he doesn't bring any distance between them. if he stays close, maybe some of amos' certainty will transfer to him by osmosis. )

I haven't thought that far.

( but — ) She needs somewhere with good medical care. Another Ganymede. Something like it.
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[personal profile] contorta 2018-06-23 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
Okay. ( prax nods slowly. then, a moment later: )

What's wrong with it?
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[personal profile] contorta 2018-06-25 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that— ( but no. he can't ask amos if that's what happened to him. being born illegal, the streets, gangs, whoring. he can't ask because amos isn't himself right now and it would be too much like taking advantage. )

Not Earth, then. ( he says, more firmly than he feels. )
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[personal profile] contorta 2018-06-26 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( prax offers a smile. it's brief and it isn't very happy, but it's a smile. )

I don't know how I'll ever thank any of you enough for helping me. ( even if it started out as them using him as much if not more than he was using them, well. it's changed since. )
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[personal profile] contorta 2018-06-28 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
( there's an odd disconnect happening between prax's mind and his body. he notices amos' palm slide against his, the way amos turns to him and his body reacts to that almost automatically, something warm blossoming in his chest — and then at the same time, there's the topic of their conversation. a cold shower in verbal form, almost.

prax shrugs a little helplessly. he doesn't pull his weight, does he? )
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[personal profile] contorta 2018-07-11 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
I don't-

( but prax forces down the protest, forces himself to actually listen to what amos is saying. he doesn't think it constitutes pulling his weight, but —he can't not acknowledge it, either.

though he has to wonder whether amos would still say the same thing if he wasn't —whatever he is right now. )


To care?
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[personal profile] contorta 2018-07-12 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's not something prax realises —not something he realised, at any rate. he's beginning to see that maybe, he's having an influence on the crew of the roci, on amos in particular as much as the crew, as amos is having an influence on him. )

For Mei. ( he mutters, a quiet thing, because of course that's what he gets stuck on. )