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March162013
#pain
Something happens and your ship must be separated for an unknown length of time. There is almost no warning but they do know the other person is okay. How do they cope for the first few days? Few weeks? Months? A year? Do they get back together eventually? Do they move on instead? Or do they wait forever?
12PM
#94586485
One of your shipmates is sick. How does the other react?
Colin and Jagger, because Colin answered those questions earlier this week. Playing with the definition of sick, because it’s fun.
March152013
#230940929033
Tell us about the last time that you cried.
It wasn’t that long ago, really. Embarrassing, I guess, but I’ve never been the strongest, manliest man in the world so I’ll admit to it. I was missing Mark again, to start with, and that never helps. Most people don’t understand how bad it is, they think that because it’s been almost a year I’d be used to it by now, but the truth is I’m not. I feel his absence every day like you would if your tooth was missing, because even if you ‘get used to it’, your tongue keeps running over the hole whether you want it to or not, and it gets cut on the sharp edges that are usually blocked by another tooth. After a while the sharp edges get dulled, but you can still feel it.
Mark being gone is kind of like that. Sometimes I can go around like everything is completely normal, and sometimes I can almost believe that he’s at home, or just at the store, and I’ll see him again soon. The problem is that good days are usually followed by the worst ones, because then I feel his loss almost like new plus the guilt that I have for thinking that he was okay, or forgetting about him for just a little while.
I don’t want to talk about it anymore.
It’s not a good day.
-Colin
10AM
#23049230943
Do you have any siblings? Tell us about them.
Everyone who knows us will tell you: Mark is the better twin.
They might not say it in so many words. If they’re Mark’s friends who know him but hardly talk to me, they’ll say “Mark’s a lot cooler” or maybe “Mark’s more social”, or something along those lines. If they’re somebody closer to us, somebody who wants to be careful about my feelings (as if I don’t know what they’re thinking), they’ll say more things about how Mark’s got this great talent and then maybe mention that I sing too, or they’ll try to praise my skills and have to pick something that Mark does and I don’t so it sounds like I’m better at whatever skill they picked, even when he does the same thing and he’s better at it.
I’m lucky to have him as a brother. Mark’s a great guy, and I’m okay with him being the better known and better loved twin. I’m not cut out to be the center of attention anyway. He can have it, and what I have in return is a side of him most people never see, a smile or a look that I understand infinitely better than anybody else because they don’t know him like I do. When they’ve hurt him somehow, I’m the one who watches a movie with him and cooks something with him to make him feel better. When he wants to play a prank, I’m the one who pulls it off and nobody suspects me because I’m too quiet, too ‘nice’ to do that.
Mark is the better twin, but I’m okay with that because he’s my twin, and nobody else can have that.
-Colin
March32013
# 413
Does one partner ever have to calm the other down? How do they do it? Does it happen often?
Just because Demetrius has a fully functioning left arm and eye does not mean that they’ve replaced the originals perfectly.
Especially in the beginning, when he wasn’t used to looking in the mirror and seeing a patch of metal on his face, reminding him of the surgery when he was so drugged out he didn’t realize what was happening when they were cutting off pieces of his skull, he had moments when he didn’t know what to do. He was nervous to use the climbing wall for a long time, scared that it would tear something, or he’d fall and have to catch himself on his robotic arm and it would fail him. When the scar tissue still stood out against his skin, reminding him just how painful everything was, he could hardly go for a shower without putting a towel over the mirror so he wouldn’t catch a glimpse of his reflection and be struck with horror at his own appearance.
But Toby was always there. Toby was there with arms to hold onto him, soothing words and songs, a loyalty that nothing could break, not even when Toby was in the hospital recovering from the poison attempt on his life. He’d come home to Demetrius as fast as he could, and nothing could ever pull him away from Demetrius’ side when he was most needed.
Even after years had gone by, there were times when Demetrius felt horrifying, ugly, misshapen, not whole. On days where they’d go to the beach especially, and all the tourists and beach goers would stare at that man, what had happened, what was wrong with him, how could he live like that? Afterwards Demetrius would always need to curl up against Toby and not let go, not for the world. But Toby never left him, and for that, Demetrius was grateful.
2AM
Someone loses a limb. How does your ship react?
This is the whole basis for the plot behind Demetrius and Toby.
Basically it gets them together and they help out with the other one’s problems and eventually have a daughter.
Wow that makes it sound so simple well IT’S NOT IT’S A TANGLE OF EMOTIONS AND SADNESS BUT ALSO FLUFF AND LOVE AND IIIIII-EEEE-IIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU
2AM
#1234673425617
One of your shipmates has to leave for a long time without explaining. What’s the first thing the other shipmate says when the first returns home?
It was late at night, and Damian almost went to find a place to crash - on the beach, under a bridge, anything - instead of knocking on the door. But he knocked anyway, nervous that she wouldn’t come, that she’d be out, that she’d be irritated that he woke her up…
After a while he knocked again, just knowing that he woke her up. He thought he heard movement inside, and decided to stop. If somebody had heard him and was coming to answer the door, they’d come.
Seconds ticked by slowly, stretching out to hours, and then the door opened just a crack. Inside it was darker, and a tiny strip of moonlight illuminated the corner of a face.
Then the door opened completely, revealing Michelle in her night clothes - tonight a pair of soft shorts and a white tank top. She stared up at him in disbelief, and then, with a little, relieved sigh, she smiled and said, “Damian.”
He smiled back, hopeful. “Hey, Michelle.”
She stepped forward and put her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. Damian felt himself relax, all the worries and stress he’d had slipping away as he put his arms around her and buried his face in her shoulder. It had been too long this time, too long away from her, and he promised himself then and there that he wasn’t going to let it go that long again.
March12013
Character Challenge
What does your character smell like?
Demetrius usually smelled like sweat and skin, not strong or pungent enough to be disgusting, but enough so that it could be a turn off for some people who met him. He sometimes carried around other lingering odors, tending to smell like coffee or his deodorant in the morning and wet hair after his shower. Not an unpleasant smell, in general. He could never get many unnatural scents to stick to him, the few times that somebody convinced him he should wear them, and usually ended up smelling pleasantly like a man at the end of whatever function he went to.
