[ He's had... a lot to think on. And at the end of it, he ends up in his cabin, eyes closed, a bottle of scotch open and only one tumbler poured with his communicator and-]
Martin, I don't suppose you'd have a drink with me?
She's never met Martin before, but she's done her research. She knows what he looks like, and she knows who he is to Jon-- not that Jon's been particularly shy about it. She's been curious about him, what kind of a person Jon Sims would be, well, together with.
She's surprised to see him up and about, considering he's been in a coma for so long. She sees him when she's carrying out new servings of curry during her dinner shift, her hair pulled back, an apron over her perfectly lovely jeans and blouse. She doesn't know if heknows about her, yet, so she feels safe to wait until after dinner to approach him. She's still folding her apron into a neat square when she walks up to Martin, smiling.
Life on the barge after waking up has been - well, complicated. He's asked so much of Jon about what's going on back home that he hasn't actually gotten around to talking about inmates just yet, so when Eliazabeth approaches him after dinner, he just hastily makes sure that there's no curry on his chin and smiles at her.
"Yes, I- er." He's going to look cautiously apologetic. "Have we met? I'm sorry."
[Ford's hard to miss. It's 8:00 in the morning, and anyone else up this early is doing, like, naked tai chi or whatever over on the other side of the ship. Ford is the sensibly dressed fellow over here in the long gray coat, checking his wristwatch and keeping a small backpack slung over one shoulder. He's the guy who looks like he's about to go somewhere.]
[ martin literally can't remember the last time he's been on a proper vacation. it's been ages, and it's a little strange to think he's afforded the freedom now. good-strange. he'll take it.
ford isn't hard to spot, so martin will raise a hand as he approaches, looking slightly sleepy as he adjusts the strap of his own backpack. ]
Hey, um- Ford, right? Jon's walking the dog, he'll be here soon.
Hello we haven't spoken but I'm Betelgeuse's warden. My name is Hange. I am very sorry for what he did and I hope your recovery goes well and you feel better soon. I have talked to him about this and intend to take it seriously but if theres something I could do for you please let me know.
Taylor's stopped by before, to see Jon. Often enough that Winnie knows her by now. But this evening, she's only just seen Jon in the library when she drops by.
"Oh, um, hey." Martin recognizes her, of course, and Winnie is beyond delighted to see any friend who stops by, but it doesn't quite occur to him that he might be the one she's looking for. "Jon's actually still at work for a bit if you were looking for him, sorry. I think his office should be open, though?"
[ well. peter's still acclimating to his new surroundings (read: snooping as fully and completely as he's able), and he had fully intended on ignoring the knocking - at least until it became an active point of annoyance.
finally, eventually, he'll sigh and call through the door- ]
Hi! I'm a new warden, and I've been reaching out to a lot of different veterans to see what kinds of things have happened here before, and what advice you might have.
But that doesn't stop the anxious churn that it's happened, now, and Tim is quick to seek Martin out: within the hour, actually. And when he does, there's no hesitation in how he makes immediate claim to the space beside Martin, brushing a shoulder against him in immediate solidarity.
It's probably a very, very good thing that Martin doesn't know about the other people that Jon has kissed. Or maybe it'd make things easier, knowing that Jon is free now to seek the kind of fulfilment he can't find with Martin.
But when Tim sits, Martin knows he knows. His eyes are bright red, the knees of his trousers stained with his own tears and snot, but it seems like he's finished crying for now.
"Hey." His voice is wrecked. "I missed you last month."
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Martin, I don't suppose you'd have a drink with me?
I'm in my cabin.
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Did something happen? Are you alright?
[ jon has literally never invited him for a drink, of all things. ]
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Pick up. Have you seen-
Please tell me you've seen it. The message.
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[ he'd been taking a nap... ]
What does this even mean?
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You're all right.
I- I've been in my room since, er, since things went through. And I know you were with Iris but-
I'd just like to know you made it through everything all right.
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[ martin's response comes immediately. I'm fine, of course I'm - what about you? Are you alright?
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She's surprised to see him up and about, considering he's been in a coma for so long. She sees him when she's carrying out new servings of curry during her dinner shift, her hair pulled back, an apron over her perfectly lovely jeans and blouse. She doesn't know if heknows about her, yet, so she feels safe to wait until after dinner to approach him. She's still folding her apron into a neat square when she walks up to Martin, smiling.
"Martin Blackwood, right?"
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"Yes, I- er." He's going to look cautiously apologetic. "Have we met? I'm sorry."
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Hey!
Ignoring all the earlier talk: how have you been with temps so far? What would you say your approach is?
Or lack thereof, if you're a really hands-off type or would rather wait to put everything into a full pairing.
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I want to help them however I can. Most of them have been pretty uninterested, though. Why?
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Even if he doesn't really know the man who's supposed to be assigned to him other than a very brief discussion about the cats.]
Mister Blackwood, sir. I'm your assigned inmate this month. Do you have any orders or instructions for me?
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[ this actually catches him by surprise. he's never really had an inmate contact him first. ]
Do you want to help me walk my dog?
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takes a liberty here
he absolutely did
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ford isn't hard to spot, so martin will raise a hand as he approaches, looking slightly sleepy as he adjusts the strap of his own backpack. ]
Hey, um- Ford, right? Jon's walking the dog, he'll be here soon.
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You and Jon. Is that a serious thing or you looking for a slice of something on the side?
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I, uh- what? Sorry, excuse me, have we met?
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PICK UP YOUR PHONE.
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voice, a day or so into the port
Martin? It's Ford. Don't worry -- nothing's gone terribly wrong. I just wanted to ask you something.
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What's up?
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Sorry about decapitating you earlier.
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dated several days earlier, to shortly after martin's being killed
shortly after the flood
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Text the day after Shit With Connor
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My name is Makima. You're my first warden. Is there anything I need to do for this month?
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Er- yeah? What about them?
[ oh god has he even looked at his own assignment, he's the worst ]
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I want to talk to you about Envy in light of his recent attack on the kitchen.
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It comes again.
It might be getting more insistent. ]
im CRYING im so sorry
finally, eventually, he'll sigh and call through the door- ]
Sorry, a bit busy at the moment. Try again later.
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Would you be willing to meet and talk?
After the break-up ;×;
But that doesn't stop the anxious churn that it's happened, now, and Tim is quick to seek Martin out: within the hour, actually. And when he does, there's no hesitation in how he makes immediate claim to the space beside Martin, brushing a shoulder against him in immediate solidarity.
"Hey, you," he says softly.
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But when Tim sits, Martin knows he knows. His eyes are bright red, the knees of his trousers stained with his own tears and snot, but it seems like he's finished crying for now.
"Hey." His voice is wrecked. "I missed you last month."
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