Grabbing for CR at lastvoyages and distantskies

[lastmanstanding]

...Stop writing personal ads.

You're planning a fucking intervention and writing personal ads. Are you done? Are you that bored? why won't you leave me alone?

...I'm not shutting up. Why the fuck would I need to shut up? Is there any reason you can't just hope new people will end up on the boat and you don't have to sit here and actively put my ass out like this?

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[oldtown_goldie]

Men and Muns get lonely, honey, they need a little something now and then. Don't take it too hard.

[lastmanstanding]

...She's not writing personal ads for m-

[groan] ...And look at me all trussed up like this.

[oldtown_goldie]

They're cold like that, honey. But you know sometimes a little IC heart-to-heart gets people through a rough place.

[lastmanstanding]

[That makes him smile] ..and what kind of a heart to heart would you have in mind?

[oldtown_goldie]

[She tuts playfully] Now, that depends on what she's asking for, don't it? All kinds of things can bring a little peace and comfort.

[lastmanstanding]

[He twitches] ...I can pay if you need it.

[oldtown_goldie]

Is that what you need, baby? Because that's a different issue, but it's one I'm able to handle, too.

[lastmanstanding]

...[he frowns] what...

What do you think I need.

[oldtown_goldie]

In my professional opinion? You need a long, slow, hot night and a shoulder to lean on.

[lastmanstanding]

..And you aren't going to make me pay for that?

[oldtown_goldie]

[Her mouth curves into a red bow, and she strikes what looks like a cross between a joint and a cigarette and doesn't quite smell like either.]

Payment's a little more flexible since I hooked up with the Saint, baby. I'll give you what you need. Someday, the Malcontent Saint's gonna need something from you.

Not like you're thinking. Not like the mob in Basin City would ask you a favor. The Saint's got more class, may he wander in bliss.

[lastmanstanding]

...who or what is a Saint? The saint? Your pimp?

[oldtown_goldie]

The Malcontent Saint, baby. If that big lug I share a brain with hasn't told you all about him, he's leaving out the good stories.

But I can take you someplace private and explain, if you want.

[lastmanstanding]

She's a little slow. And no, he hasn't. I'll be sure to ask.

[He slides a tentative hand to her shoulder] ...I'd like that.

[imfollowinghim]

What makes her think more people won't end up on the boat?

[lastmanstanding]

...Latent Paranoia? Fuck if I know. [He rubs his head] It's giving me a headache.

[imfollowinghim]

I can imagine.

[lastmanstanding]

As it is there's nothing she can do except get the word out and find shit to do, so she needs to make her peace with that.

[imfollowinghim]

You'd think they'd be able to be less antsy.

[lastmanstanding]

She's got more then enough people to get out there. To get talking, to send places besides me.

[morewidows]

Putting you out for what, dear?

[lastmanstanding]

Playing. Or so she calls it.

[morewidows]

Is it that you object to her idea of play, or that you object to being involved in any type of play, dear?

[lastmanstanding]

It's that she's got a million and one other characters
[who she's tries to do stuff with] but seems obsessed with me getting a happy ending.

[morewidows]

Did you stop to think that maybe by focusing on you she's letting another of her characters have a nice long breather?

[lastmanstanding]

...I'd like a breather.

[morewidows]

Oh, darling.

[She gives him a soft, sympathetic smile.]

There's nothing I can do, unfortunately, but I do hope you get through to them somehow. Perhaps, soon enough, you'll be granted one.