some people say the sky is just the sky
So, it's entirely possible I had a huge breakdown last night after I ate a pudding cup which was expired and spent the early morning hours throwing up and crying and missing my parents and thinking about what a huge, obnoxiously arrogant fuckup I am. And then I only got like, two hours of sleep and it was just awful and I seriously considered running away and joining the circus. But no one really cares about that, and in the end, it doesn't really matter too much. So.
Welcome, newcomers, to pocky_slash During Finals! This time-honored tradition will include journal entries at all hours of the night, crying, listening to copious amounts of Paul Simon, and constant reminders of what a huge fuck-up I am.
On the plus side, fandom content will triple starting the second week of May.
But none of that is important. I spent most of today procrastinating, but I did get some work done, so that's good. I have some stuff to do for Steven tonight, which should be a blessed relief, but I'm probably going to work through the night again. Gah.
But right now, I really, really love Paul Simon, guys. Just. It's very calming to me. To listen to his music. I am lame, I know.
Anyway. Last night, while talking to rhia_starsong, I remembered I never posted this. It's the second part of this, and... I meant to post it the next day, but never did.
"I'll be honored to work for you, doctor," Jules said, bowing deeply. "I look forward to bringing the blessings of my order to your ship."
Amery was doing a rather good impression of a fish.
"But... but... Cassi!" he hissed. Cassiopeia glared at him. It wasn't like calling her "Cassi" was going to win him any favors. "He's not wearing any pants."
Cassiopeia looked Jules up and down, from the top of his unruly hair to his shoeless feet. She noticed there was a pair of black sandals lying, discarded, under the interview table.
"Dr... Jules," she corrected herself. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to require you to wear pants when on board the Castor."
Jules frowned, straightening up and giving Cassiopeia a very grave look that had just a trace of irritation buried behind it.
"I've moved past the need to confine myself in fabric," he insisted. "I'm on a plane of existence that goes beyond the constriction of my physical body."
"You don't have to wear shoes as long as you wear pants," Cassiopeia said frankly.
Amery was still doing his best fishface while Jules paused to consider this.
"Okay," he said. "As long as I can also bring my traditional religious attire."
"Whatever," Cassiopeia said. "I could care less, as long as you're as good at terraforming as you seem to be on paper."
Amery finally seemed to snap out of his funk. He went from looking gob smacked to furious and marched across the room, grabbing Cassiopeia's arm roughly to pull her aside. Cassiopeia took a moment to contemplate how incredibly irritating it was that someone who was so slow on the uptake had managed to steal her funding again as recently as six months ago.
"Cassi!" he hissed, still clutching her arm. "I can't believe you're agreeing to hire this guy just like that! No background check? No interview? Are you insane?"
Cassiopeia yanked her arm free and then crossed her arms across her chest. "It's not your decision, Dr. Gates," she replied, not bothering to keep her voice down. "I'm hiring him for my crew on my ship--"
Viatrix politely cleared her throat from her spot across the room by the door.
"--the ship that I am running research on," she amended. "You won't have to see him. You won't have to work with him. What the hell does it matter to you?"
"You haven't read a single thing he's working on!" Amery was toeing the line between sounding upset and sounding deranged. "And he's smiling at me again. He's a Fyling priest! He's a self-admitted lunatic!"
Cassiopeia just glared at him levelly. The moments passed slowly, and, although Cassiopeia wasn't worried about getting her way, it certainly seemed as though the two of them were in a deadlock.
"You have pretty hair," Jules said, once the silence was starting to become intense.
"Thank you," Cassiopeia replied, but her eyes didn't leave Amery's.
"Maybe I would like him more if he had more hair," Jules added. That broke the deadlock, leading Amery's head to swivel as he gaped at a patiently (and, Cassiopeia had to admit, slightly maniacally) smiling Jules, then turned back to a smug Cassiopeia.
"Fine," Amery muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets, and Cassiopeia may have preened just a little. "But he's not stepping foot on my ship." Before she could assure him that he certainly wouldn't have to worry about that, she wasn't letting her people anywhere near him, Amery was leaving the room in a huff.
"I'll just go get his paperwork," Viatrix said, grinning fondly at Cassiopeia and then following Amery out into the hall. That left she and Jules alone together in the conference room. Cassiopeia took a seat at the table and gestured for the still smiling Jules to join her.
"You know," she said conversationally, once again noting the sly mirth lurking in Jules' eyes. "I don't think you're half as crazy as you want people to think you are."
The smile on Jules' face became significantly more smirk.
"I think that should stay a secret between you and I, don't you?" he replied, folding his hands on the table in front of him.
Cassiopeia grinned. "I think I'm going to like you. A lot."
"Me too," Jules agreed. "I wasn't lying when I said you had very pretty hair."
Welcome, newcomers, to pocky_slash During Finals! This time-honored tradition will include journal entries at all hours of the night, crying, listening to copious amounts of Paul Simon, and constant reminders of what a huge fuck-up I am.
On the plus side, fandom content will triple starting the second week of May.
But none of that is important. I spent most of today procrastinating, but I did get some work done, so that's good. I have some stuff to do for Steven tonight, which should be a blessed relief, but I'm probably going to work through the night again. Gah.
But right now, I really, really love Paul Simon, guys. Just. It's very calming to me. To listen to his music. I am lame, I know.
Anyway. Last night, while talking to rhia_starsong, I remembered I never posted this. It's the second part of this, and... I meant to post it the next day, but never did.
"I'll be honored to work for you, doctor," Jules said, bowing deeply. "I look forward to bringing the blessings of my order to your ship."
Amery was doing a rather good impression of a fish.
"But... but... Cassi!" he hissed. Cassiopeia glared at him. It wasn't like calling her "Cassi" was going to win him any favors. "He's not wearing any pants."
Cassiopeia looked Jules up and down, from the top of his unruly hair to his shoeless feet. She noticed there was a pair of black sandals lying, discarded, under the interview table.
"Dr... Jules," she corrected herself. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to require you to wear pants when on board the Castor."
Jules frowned, straightening up and giving Cassiopeia a very grave look that had just a trace of irritation buried behind it.
"I've moved past the need to confine myself in fabric," he insisted. "I'm on a plane of existence that goes beyond the constriction of my physical body."
"You don't have to wear shoes as long as you wear pants," Cassiopeia said frankly.
Amery was still doing his best fishface while Jules paused to consider this.
"Okay," he said. "As long as I can also bring my traditional religious attire."
"Whatever," Cassiopeia said. "I could care less, as long as you're as good at terraforming as you seem to be on paper."
Amery finally seemed to snap out of his funk. He went from looking gob smacked to furious and marched across the room, grabbing Cassiopeia's arm roughly to pull her aside. Cassiopeia took a moment to contemplate how incredibly irritating it was that someone who was so slow on the uptake had managed to steal her funding again as recently as six months ago.
"Cassi!" he hissed, still clutching her arm. "I can't believe you're agreeing to hire this guy just like that! No background check? No interview? Are you insane?"
Cassiopeia yanked her arm free and then crossed her arms across her chest. "It's not your decision, Dr. Gates," she replied, not bothering to keep her voice down. "I'm hiring him for my crew on my ship--"
Viatrix politely cleared her throat from her spot across the room by the door.
"--the ship that I am running research on," she amended. "You won't have to see him. You won't have to work with him. What the hell does it matter to you?"
"You haven't read a single thing he's working on!" Amery was toeing the line between sounding upset and sounding deranged. "And he's smiling at me again. He's a Fyling priest! He's a self-admitted lunatic!"
Cassiopeia just glared at him levelly. The moments passed slowly, and, although Cassiopeia wasn't worried about getting her way, it certainly seemed as though the two of them were in a deadlock.
"You have pretty hair," Jules said, once the silence was starting to become intense.
"Thank you," Cassiopeia replied, but her eyes didn't leave Amery's.
"Maybe I would like him more if he had more hair," Jules added. That broke the deadlock, leading Amery's head to swivel as he gaped at a patiently (and, Cassiopeia had to admit, slightly maniacally) smiling Jules, then turned back to a smug Cassiopeia.
"Fine," Amery muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets, and Cassiopeia may have preened just a little. "But he's not stepping foot on my ship." Before she could assure him that he certainly wouldn't have to worry about that, she wasn't letting her people anywhere near him, Amery was leaving the room in a huff.
"I'll just go get his paperwork," Viatrix said, grinning fondly at Cassiopeia and then following Amery out into the hall. That left she and Jules alone together in the conference room. Cassiopeia took a seat at the table and gestured for the still smiling Jules to join her.
"You know," she said conversationally, once again noting the sly mirth lurking in Jules' eyes. "I don't think you're half as crazy as you want people to think you are."
The smile on Jules' face became significantly more smirk.
"I think that should stay a secret between you and I, don't you?" he replied, folding his hands on the table in front of him.
Cassiopeia grinned. "I think I'm going to like you. A lot."
"Me too," Jules agreed. "I wasn't lying when I said you had very pretty hair."