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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[breakaleginhalf]

"I wouldn't give a shit if she wasn't acting like I did literally any of it on purpose," he comments dryly. As he and Erin talk, he is continually grabbing fresh plates and pretty much just inhaling the contents as he talks. "Like, congrats, I found your memory, I saw a bitch about to stab someone and took her down, except whoops, turns out Daisy's fucking pissed about it, so I get riled and turn into a fucking stereotype and start snapping necks. Then boom, headshot."

[crushed_pearls]

"Oof." Erin resumes the sushi grazing. "...I'm not gonna justify her to you. Daisy needs to work on her shit, but, son of cobwebs, I will say - she's scared. And Daisy has, for her entire life, used violence to feel in control when she's scared. I don't think it's reaching to guess that's familiar to you."

From the look on Erin's face it's sure familiar to her.

[breakaleginhalf]

He waggles one hand.

"I hear what you're saying, but I wouldn't be Autumn if I did. If I'm at the point where I'm genuinely feeling fear I've already lost control. Violence doesn't get it back, it just clears space for me to breathe. Control's something you need clarity for."

[crushed_pearls]

"Yeah. Lesson I took too long learning." Erin holds up a roll in her chopsticks to gesture with. "I ain't asking you to do a god damn thing with her that you don't want to do. But...she could use people who get it, around. The trouble is right now that list is just me, so I'm a weird fluke to her."

The sushi is moved in a vague twirl. "...Tell me what you know about the pirate."

[breakaleginhalf]

"I killed Basira," he points out flatly. "She won't forgive that."

At the pirate question, though, he takes a long breath and snorts it out his nose.

"Fuck, I dunno. You were Spring, you were Entitled, you betrayed everyone and fucked off to keep betraying people in the Hedge. You're an American fable, don't trust people you find in the Hedge that say they want to help."

[crushed_pearls]

Erin gives a bitter snort. "I didn't fuck off. I was caught and exiled in absentia after I ran for my life like the vermin I was." She sets the roll down and begins to methodically take it apart with the chopsticks, one grain of rice at a time. "...Nearly thirty years, give or take, active as a privateer and a Satrap at that. Honestly think the Satrapy might be worse, now that I'm on the other side of it. Pirates...you know what you're getting with them."

[breakaleginhalf]

"And not a day over 'loosed from the Hedge'," he comments dryly. "For disclosures sake I'm not titled, but I think the current Fool's started taking an interest in my attitude." He kicks one hoof, leaving a scuff of light frost under the table. "My Mantle used to be leaves. But again, I seriously don't care about the Malloy thing. I was in a bad spot and used a blunt weapon on someone who didn't deserve it."

He pops another roll in his mouth. "Thanks, for stepping in."

[crushed_pearls]

"...I try." Erin turns her head away; the destruction of the sushi roll does not slow in the slightest. "...I keep wanting folks to understand this place could be a real community and they just. Fucking. Will not. And maybe that's rich coming from me of all people but like come the fuck on, y'know?"

[breakaleginhalf]

"I mean, you've been dealing with the worst side of it all for what, thirty years plus?" He shrugs a shoulder. "I get why you'd be sick of it. Which is hilarious to me, 'cos if I got out more I guarantee I'd be fucking gorged on Glamour."

And even as an Autumn, he can agree that's not good for anybody. Least of all him, if he goes and get addicted to that shit.

[crushed_pearls]

"...Mmm." Erin's ears twitch in Gil's direction. "The ship steals half my harvests. It's fucking annoying, but the nice thing about being a sleeping god is I have reserves to burn. Still." The chopsticks tap against her plate. "...I've mostly kept quiet about Glamour. A few people know, and associate with me, but in the main...those few people had difficulty understanding. One of 'em directly went 'oh hey I'm food then', which, ew, fuck that. You do you as far as that goes but it's been a long walk for even a little understanding."

[breakaleginhalf]

He frowns slightly.

"We're mana vampires. Not that hard." He's a nerd, he's got the vocab for it. "But no, I haven't actually told anyone. Wayne I'm kind of letting in on a bit - uh, you know that moon-head guy who came by near the end of the argument? Cool dude, non-human, be nice when he's confused - but I haven't Shown him yet."

By tradition I declare: damn OCs and their one-liners

[crushed_pearls]

"...You know I was kinda assuming I was having a Clarity moment there and I'm not sure that I prefer learning I wasn't."

[breakaleginhalf]

"Nah, man, give Wayne like, an hour and an open mind, he's like- the chillest motherfucker on the entire Barge." And he'll fucking swear by it. "Whatever the fuck he had going on back home, he's got the right vibes from it to hang with us. Just- be prepared to explain stuff that feels really basic sometimes, this is his first time encountering humans. An, like. Mammals as a general concept, I think."

[crushed_pearls]

"I dunno man, Phil is really chill. Are we gonna have to host some kind of chill tournament?" Erin visibly starts getting lost in her own joke. "...Actually how would you even...like...surely you can't just stick them in a room with something annoying and see who breaks first, that definitely seems like torture..."

[breakaleginhalf]

"Wouldn't work, they'd both befriend 'em. Or Wayne'd make it, like, an anthropological study." He waves a hand dismissively. "Anyway don't pit two bad bitches against each other, chill guys don't need contests. It's kinda the point."

[crushed_pearls]

"Speaking of bad bitches." Erin gestures at Gil with the chopsticks. "Obligate cannibal, is it? I've got good news. Might be tricky news, but good news."

[breakaleginhalf]

"Long pork a la carte?" He grimaces openly. "Yeah, I found some in the Windbreaker. Tiny club sandwich style. Unfortunately there's no such thing as ethical cannibalism."

[crushed_pearls]

"Oh I'm about to fuck you up my guy." Erin turns her head back with a broad grin. "I mentioned Siffleur to you before, the werecougar. He runs a game in the Tommy Bahama where volunteers try to elude or kill him in exchange for a prize, and he's quite okay with getting eaten about it. But if that's not your speed, he also regrows his limbs. Dude's been trying different recipes for his own meat since that showed up in the fuckin' mail, and he's quite willing to share."

Gil takes 1 clarity damage

[breakaleginhalf]

Gil just stares at her for a few seconds.

Then he pushes his small tower of plates away and buries his face in both hands. Which leaves his muzzle sticking out, but whatever he just wants to ignore the world for a minute.

"I hate that so much."

[crushed_pearls]

"Is it better or worse if I say he's easily in the top five chill dudes on this ship?"

[breakaleginhalf]

"I mean, I guess you've kinda gotta be if you're an autocannibal!"

Gil's voice has stayed remarkably even and flat like, the entire time he's been here and not flipping out; but here and now there's a lilt to his tone that suggests he is Not Okay.

"Just roll out the other side of Hannibal Lecter-hood and be a chill-ass motherfucker about it!"

[crushed_pearls]

"Gil, buddy, what is it you're objecting to here?" Erin's tone is soft and concerned. "...Yeah, he's a monster. And probably technically a serial killer. But we're all monsters here at this table, aren't we? And if we're not gonna look out for each other, who's gonna?"

[breakaleginhalf]

"Maybe I don't wanna fucking eat people, Erin!" The words come out as a snarl, his ears flicking back in an open distress only she can really appreciate. "Maybe I don't wanna make a fucking game out of the fact I am literally starving myself, constantly, because some guy who is somehow--" and his voice cracks there, into a bark of laughter that mangles the word. "--more fucked up than us, thinks it's okay! I don't wanna be in another fucking Durance where I have to suck up to another fucking Keeper who's apparently nice now because he's getting laid and kills us less like it's a fucking achievement!"

[crushed_pearls]

Erin's quiet for awhile after that one. She leans back in her chair and listens to all of it, and says nothing for long minutes.

In a soft voice: "You want the Spring bitch or a friend here, Gil? It's not like I'm without sympathy for your situation, but."

But.

[breakaleginhalf]

He can feel his heart thumping in his ears, shoved up there by the way his stomach's lodged in his throat and he can't decide whether to laugh or cry or just vomit, and his breaths feel thick and rough in his throat.

He's not hungry anymore. Which is a bald-faced lie because he's always hungry and there's no way to fix it without sending himself into a fucking self-destructive spiral. And yet he's still not hungry.

"The Spring bitch I fully expect to tell me to suck it up, princess, spare a thought for all the fuckers who haven't done a Durance before," he rumbles, folding his arms across his chest as he leans back in his chair. "You've got the home court advantage."