The ego waited too long and must be deflated.
Characters: Sheik (oblique_wisdom), Meth Rezza (metharchy), AMU (autodiagnose)
Location: Deck 3 to Deck 2
Date: Tonight -- After This
Rating: R (Torture, torment, fade to black)
The ship was turning into a hell hole. Everyone was just detiorating to bare bones. Anger and hatred were such powerful emotions, and the sorts of things that caused outlandish nonsense to occur. His other half was reeling from it. He was just getting warmed up. Everything else could fall apart and as far as he was concerned, things were only going to get better for him. Dinner with Her Majesty had been as perfect as he could have expected, given that his definition varied from others, of course.
Sitting upon the branch of one of the trees in the forest, harp in hand, he plucked at the strings, singing a few bars of something. The only story it had carried something along the lines of selfish prosperity potentially being the only prosperity one could obtain. It was a hard lesson to learn aboard the ship, but certainly one that had to be ingrained into each passenger. The hurt was inevitable that even he had only been recently witness to. It only lasted for those who allowed it to, however.
In the end, there wasn't much he could do. A song would either make or break people, and the only people excluded from that, were the members of the crew; the damned beings of authority they were.
Location: Deck 3 to Deck 2
Date: Tonight -- After This
Rating: R (Torture, torment, fade to black)
The ship was turning into a hell hole. Everyone was just detiorating to bare bones. Anger and hatred were such powerful emotions, and the sorts of things that caused outlandish nonsense to occur. His other half was reeling from it. He was just getting warmed up. Everything else could fall apart and as far as he was concerned, things were only going to get better for him. Dinner with Her Majesty had been as perfect as he could have expected, given that his definition varied from others, of course.
Sitting upon the branch of one of the trees in the forest, harp in hand, he plucked at the strings, singing a few bars of something. The only story it had carried something along the lines of selfish prosperity potentially being the only prosperity one could obtain. It was a hard lesson to learn aboard the ship, but certainly one that had to be ingrained into each passenger. The hurt was inevitable that even he had only been recently witness to. It only lasted for those who allowed it to, however.
In the end, there wasn't much he could do. A song would either make or break people, and the only people excluded from that, were the members of the crew; the damned beings of authority they were.