recent/planned events in bigapplesauce and player insecurities

[lottawork]

If you honestly think your reservations about not 'capturing' my voice and or mental state correctly have some merit, then I'd advise you to pay attention to them. I know what you're doing, and I can't say I approve. I have no interest in knowing what a 'woobie' is or why you believe I am some sort of contender for that title of dubious worth.

[It's 'woobie' as in 'jerkass'. Don't flatter yourself, Rush.]

Do you think, perhaps, I have undergone enough in recent history? No? Then it's possible you should reevaluate your personal objectives and determine whether these could potentially be linked to your sudden outbreak of absurd, unwarranted insecurities?

Though I would, if possible, avoid being quite so concerned over the amount of profanity. Medium restrictions may have interfered with my history in the past, but you have more relative freedom here. And I am, after all, from fuckin' Glasgow.

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[thegoodlighter]

Oddly enough, I've been called that myself. Still trying to figure out what it means.

[You don't want to look that up, Lee.]

[lottawork]

I'm sure I have no idea.

[And zero interest. Really, he's not interested. Not even a little. Rush really, really doesn't care and he's going to loudly profess how much he doesn't care like the liar he is.]

[thegoodlighter]

[Something about Rush reminds him of the doctor on the Galactica. Which means appealing to vanity is probably a good tactic.]

I hear you're some kind of tech expert?

[Way not to be subtle, Major. Hello, meet Lee, enabler and recruiter.]

[lottawork]

I'm a cryptographer.

[Short and brusque and disparaging, as is Rush's default. Also? Resolutely unhelpful.]

My area of expertise has expanded in more recent times.

[thegoodlighter]

Uh-huh.

[That is actually impressive. Time to be shameless.]

You sound like a useful guy to have on recon and exploration missions.

[lottawork]

My presence has been known to be advantageous on occasion.

[He sees your subtle lead-in and he's eyeing you. He's eyeing you hard.]

[thegoodlighter]

[Play it cool, Lee.
As if he even knew how.]

I'm sure on more than just some occasions, doctor. [A pause. He hopes Rush is actually a doctor, or he's going to feel rather stupid.]

I'm sure someone of your expertise is already overwhelmed with burdens and responsibilities.

[He's really just shooting in the dark here. A little birdy is encouraging him.]

[lottawork]

I'm currently occupied with a minor spatiotemporally-anomalous issue.

[That is to say, he's stuck in fucking Manhattan of all places with a bunch of obstreperous metaphysically-subversive felines for overlords and it's fucking terrible.

Also, not a minor issue at all in the least.

Good guess on the 'doctor' bit, though. Not that Rush is really of the mind to appreciate it. He just sort of assumes everyone's going to peg him as a member of the hyper-academic intelligentsia.]

[thegoodlighter]

And that means...what, in layman's terms?

[He's not sure if that's a proud cop-out for saying 'overwhemled' or 'underwhelmed.']

[lottawork]

[He snorts, a rough, derisive noise. Military, is he? How uninspired.]

It means my current situation differs significantly from the norm, if you must know.

your rush is great, ok

[thegoodlighter]

[Hey now, Lee is a smart cookie. He just has no frakkin' clue what that word was supposed to mean.

He's more than just jockstraps and a Ken-doll face not really.]

Oh. Well, so does mine. We're trapped on a ship, serving ... I have no idea what. There are planetary recons and green pancakes. [Banish the thought.]

There is also infinite xenotechnology to study and miraculous medical advancements.

thank you haha! i apologize on his behalf. he's a jackass.

[lottawork]

[Virescent baked goods seem to be an odd choice of irregularity upon which to fixate. But then, Rush isn't particularly picky regarding sustenance. He'd overlook it entirely if eating weren't such a disappointingly necessary biological mechanism.]

Ended up somewhere halfway useful, did you?

[His tone, while misleadingly dry, is little more than a thin drape over his own concealed interest.]

yes, but jackassery is kind of charming on scots.

[thegoodlighter]

[And Lee is so used to people like Rush, the tone just goes right over him and he keeps talking.

Seriously, if Rush ever met Gaius Baltar, he was fairly certain the universe would implode in itself.]

I guess I did, but I'll hold off on celebration until I know exactly what is going on. Meanwhile... I'll count my blessings.

[He isn't really sure what those are just yet.] It also offers a chance to wipe our slate and start completely fresh, placed only by usefulness, experience, and skill. That is appealing, depending on a person's past.

[He's aware Rush probably gives zero shits about him personally, but maybe something he babbles about will strike an interest.]

[lottawork]

I'm sure.

[Back to dismissive. He has little interest in engaging in militarian hierarchical standards - one of the reasons he sought to dismantle that very chain of command on Destiny. Unfortunately, his success was extremely limited.]

I'm assuming, what with your hypomanic machismo, that this is an arrangement in which a military-involved person would place value?

[thegoodlighter]

[A flicker of annoyance.] Actually, the 'military-involved persons' are really only involved in defense. From what I can tell, the higher ranks and positions of higher authority and information access are given to medical personnel and scientists.

[lottawork]

[Now there's a fraction of irritation sliding through that mask of good will. Leave it to Rush to open that particular door. Or, more appropriately, persistently scratch at its varnish until it opens.

He's almost lazily engaged in seeing much he can offend any one person.]

Well, that's certainly a vast fucking improvement compared to the worthless, pointless, incompetent sort of thing the Air Force seems to promote.

[thegoodlighter]

[He actually agrees about the push and excessive machismo. He's a the point where he was debating retiring and becoming a lawyer.

He's just multi-talented like that.] I actually agree, but... if you dislike it so much, why work for them?

[lottawork]

I was recruited.

[And in the midst of prematurely mourning the withering, dying person he has since never mentioned nor ever will mention, it seemed like a good idea to bury himself in work rather than personally comes to term with the stark immediacy of death.

Because emotional health just seems so superfluous these days.]

The benefits outweighed the costs.

[And, quite simply, he had nothing else to live for.]