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Vash 🌿 The Stampede ([personal profile] plantussy) wrote in [community profile] themnemosyne2025-03-03 09:59 pm

Potatoes?

CHARACTERS: Vash & You
TIME: Today
LOCATION: Mess Hall
WARNINGS: Alcohol and being blackout drunk

[ There's a bit of a mess in the cafeteria, and the mess is named Vash Saverem. Slumped over the table like an oversized toddler, the engineer is clutching a pail like it's the most important item in the world.

Whatever is in it smells awful. Like straight up death and dumb ideas. Trying to grow potatoes from synthesized ones was one horrible mistake, and trying to ferment them into alcohol an even worse one. How he's even managed to drink himself stupid on it without throwing it up from the taste alone is impressive.

He just - he needed to get that image out of his brain by any means possible. His twin, filling the sky with blades, slicing through stone like it was butter. His laughter. So yeah, he might have been binge-drinking from a pail of cloudy death vodka.

...the only redeeming quality in this pathetic display is the P-HYMN-1.A on the table next to him, showing acceptable levels of methanol. He'll live, but he'll be wishing he didn't when the terrible moonshine has run its course. ]
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[personal profile] lastdecember 2025-03-06 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For all that he's furious and snarling, Wolfwood's doing his best to keep his steps even so he jostles Vash as little as possible. It's not a long walk to Medical, but it's long enough. ]

Oi. [ He's been gruff up until now, but that warning is cold. ] There's some things you don't joke about, I don't care how drunk you are.

[ But Vash is drunk -- stupidly, worthlessly drunk -- and Wolfwood's tone softens almost immediately back to his regular harmless roughness. ]

You had another dream, huh? Sounds like a bad one.
lastdecember: (Ehhhh?)

[personal profile] lastdecember 2025-03-06 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Saverem's had the worst of the dreams so far, hasn't he? They really seem to upset him -- even that fuckhead Massani, whose dreams messed with him so badly he nearly shot Wolfwood, hasn't been hit as hard. And that's not even getting into the changes to his eyes and the markings on his skin. Something's targeting this guy, and whatever it is, Wolfwood really wants to find it and smash it with a rock.

Stuck in his thoughts, the nickname catches him off-balanced and he nearly stumbles, grip tightening so he doesn't drop the jerk in his arms.
]

Did you just call me Wolfie?!
lastdecember: (A satellite?)

[personal profile] lastdecember 2025-03-06 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's gonna drop this guy out an airlock, is what he's gonna do. ]

You're even stupider than usual when you're drunk, you know that?

[ Wolfie. Unbelievable. ]

Shut up with that Wolfie shit, and tell me about this bad dream of yours.

[ Please let them not run into anyone in the hallway! There's only a handful of people on this ship, but sometimes their timing is terrible. ]
lastdecember: (First meeting)

[personal profile] lastdecember 2025-03-06 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmm.

[ Dreaming bad shit about somebody you care for -- don't people usually care for their siblings? Wolfwood wouldn't know, but he thinks that's the case -- seems pretty awful. Maybe it feels like a betrayal? Even thought it's just a dream, maybe it felt real. It sure landed him in the cafetria drinking whatever the fuck that was in the bucket.

God, Wolfwood's going to gag if he thinks about that bucket too much.
]

Sounds like your dream brother's a real asshole. Is that what the real one's like too?

[ From the way he's asking the question, it's clear (to anyone sober) that he expects the answer to be no, of course not. ]
lastdecember: (Is that it? The satellite?)

[personal profile] lastdecember 2025-03-07 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wolfwood doesn't get a chance to respond to that revelation, or even to really let Vash's words register, because immediately he's too busy trying to keep a grip on the puking man clutched to his chest, while avoiding the splash. He manages not to drop Vash, somehow.

He doesn't avoid the splash.
]

Fuck, fuck, hold on!

[ He takes a quick scurry-step back away from the growing puddle, then drops to his knees so Saverem can get set down on the floor. Keep puking off to the side, please, and everybody pray that the smell doesn't flip Wolfwood's stomach too. ]

That shit is foul. ...No, keep going, it's poison. Get it all out.

[ Saverem's brother killed their mom? Is that true? Nobody knows better than Wolfwood the kinds of awful things family can do to one another, but...

Fuck it, he'll worry about it later.
]

C'mon, sunshine, you've got it. One more.
lastdecember: (Uh-oh. This ain't good.)

[personal profile] lastdecember 2025-03-07 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ He'd fucking better be breathing! Wolfwood likes the guy enough to take him to Medical but giving him CPR is another matter.

He'll carry Saverem's unconscious idiot ass the rest of the way to Medical, and then he's Baizhu's responsibility. Wolfwood's going to go take two showers, and they can pointedly not talk about this later.

...He might, though, make a stop (after his two showers) to talk with Rin about who has access to personnel files.
]
heartofhealing: (🐍 9)

[personal profile] heartofhealing 2025-03-08 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ God damn it, Saverem... ]