Let's not get carried away. I'd rather something be damaged, than someone. Perhaps the cook takes inventory, and finds that we haven't got enough food for the number of crew. Perhaps the weather really does choose not to cooperate.
She'll be up by then. If not, we'll need to watch her carefully for...bedsores, shit like that. I'm no doctor.
Well, fair, but I wasn't thinking of anything major. Cuts, black eyes, that kind of thing. Things that heal but need a week or two of rest first. But I'm sure there's plenty of mendable things to break on the ship. Big holes in the sails, some broken rigging.
[Aha -- in this, she can be useful.] Give me until tomorrow, I'll find out the kind of thing we should be watching for. Without anyone knowing that we were asking.
Babe, I basically don't tell anyone anything they don't need to know. You can trust that most of the time, anything that happens in this little quartet we've got going is going to be a secret, unless there's some specific goal I can satisfy by spilling. And I've got nothing to gain by telling people Anne's down.
[Perhaps a mercenary way to look at it, but if Orla knows anything, it's that you can trust people's self-interest over anything else. So if she can demonstrate to Jack that her self-interest aligns with his, that's the most reassuring she knows how to be.]
I've heard a little about it. Has the program or administration ever said anything about it? It only happens to LIERs, right?
Good. Nobody but the three of us, and Irving. Not even Hickey.
[ A mercenary way of looking at it is just fine by Jack. Bonds of mutual self-interest can be stronger than bonds driven by passion, often times. Passion cools. End goals often stay the same. ]
Not to my knowledge, no. A glitch in the program, nothing more.
I went and fucked around with that barrier outside Insincerity, with a mind toward seeing if you could get anything through. Turned my skin into actual, literal paper. It turned back eventually, but the places I ripped it are still there.
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Let's not get carried away. I'd rather something be damaged, than someone. Perhaps the cook takes inventory, and finds that we haven't got enough food for the number of crew. Perhaps the weather really does choose not to cooperate.
She'll be up by then. If not, we'll need to watch her carefully for...bedsores, shit like that. I'm no doctor.
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[Aha -- in this, she can be useful.] Give me until tomorrow, I'll find out the kind of thing we should be watching for. Without anyone knowing that we were asking.
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I am aware that this is not a terribly uncommon occurrence. People fall into these deep sleeps and wake up with new memories of home.
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[Perhaps a mercenary way to look at it, but if Orla knows anything, it's that you can trust people's self-interest over anything else. So if she can demonstrate to Jack that her self-interest aligns with his, that's the most reassuring she knows how to be.]
I've heard a little about it. Has the program or administration ever said anything about it? It only happens to LIERs, right?
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[ A mercenary way of looking at it is just fine by Jack. Bonds of mutual self-interest can be stronger than bonds driven by passion, often times. Passion cools. End goals often stay the same. ]
Not to my knowledge, no. A glitch in the program, nothing more.
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We do take our shots when we get them. That's what the boat is, after all.
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I went and fucked around with that barrier outside Insincerity, with a mind toward seeing if you could get anything through. Turned my skin into actual, literal paper. It turned back eventually, but the places I ripped it are still there.
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What exactly does that mean? You've got scars from it, or flesh flapping in the breeze?
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Fair, but no, no big worries. I'm expecting it to just be scars in another week or two.
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