On possibly being sent to High Seas

[the_marshal]

Truth be told, compared to everythin' that's happened, bein' stuck at sea would almost be a relief. No more arena, no more Capitol, no more fightin' and dyin', jus' me an' Max an' Howard...

[A slow, thoughtful pursing of his lips.]

Gotta admit, I don't much relish the idea of losin' my memories of 'em, but we'll find our way back.

Don't none of us take family lightly.

(Canon is a little seen western called Wyatt Earp's Revenge.)

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[gluteus]

You believe the Sheriff could become the Pirate?

[Totally not at all completely amused.]

[the_marshal]

[A sidelong look, mustache twitching.]

Figured I leave that to you an' Howard. [Alright, probably mostly Howard.] An' work on my disapprovin' frown in the meantime.

[gluteus]

I can't say piracy was ever in my high esteem.

[Definitely mostly Howard.]

Though from what I've gathered the concept of Pirates in this place bares little resemblance to true piracy.

[A pause. Frown.] I've never spent so long in a vessel.

[the_marshal]

You an' me both.

[A beat, shifting his weight uncertainly.]

I ain't never actually been out to sea. Traveled down the ol' Mississippi a time or two, but... nothin' like that.

[gluteus]

No. Nor I. [Have a matching uncomfortable look, Wyatt, where do you put horses on a boat.]

... And with the possibility of returning home--

[His eyes harden, the frown setting.] If we lived another life, and I thought I had a chance to take my vengeance--

[the_marshal]

[He hadn't thought of it like that. Home a vague concept to him anymore.

Was this home? This space here, or was it Panem? ...That little farm?]

Could be yer chance, Max.

...I'd do what I could to help ya get there.

[gluteus]

[He doesn't say anything, only gives a grim expression and glances away.]




What would we call our ship?

[Smooth, Max. Smooth.]

[the_marshal]

[He was silent for several long moments, folding his arms as he stared pointedly out at nothing in particular.]

Usually somethin' with meanin', ain't they? Somethin' that's important.

[That word wouldn't mean anything to them there. He doubted they'd even have the wherewithal to think it up themselves.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

[Howard perches on the back of an armchair, biting his lower lip.]

...How many of our memories do we lose?

[the_marshal]

[He isn't fond of that part. It's clear on his face, in his eyes.]

As far as I can gather, we wouldn't remember anythin' about the games, er the Capitol. Nothin' we did there. Nobody we met.

...It'd be like that first time we woke up.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

[Howard's face falls a little.] And what about the memories from before that?

[the_marshal]

[A long exhale. Wishing he could say otherwise for Howard.]

Those'd still be there.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Ah.

[He twists his mouth to one side.]

Seems kind of like a suckfest.

[the_marshal]

On the bright side-[a sigh, a wry smile]-we wouldn't know what we were missing.