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neverjoinyou) wrote2026-04-05 02:51 pm
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Luke, there's something I need to ask you.
It's a favor for a friend.
It's a favor for a friend.
Sure thing, Ford. What is it?
Pen and paper, folded up and taped to Luke's cabin door
mothmansplaining
2019-05-04 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Luke,
I don't know if I gave you a real apology, but I believe I owe you one.
I'm so sorry about what happened. I didn't mean for any of it to occur the way it did. I tried to take your feelings into consideration, but it was selfish -- I did it for selfish reasons, because I wanted your help. I caused a lot of suffering that I didn't intend with that spell, and even if the loss of a reputation seems less heavy compared to the loss of your life, I regret that it was a casualty of my actions.
I really am glad you're back.
I don't know if I gave you a real apology, but I believe I owe you one.
I'm so sorry about what happened. I didn't mean for any of it to occur the way it did. I tried to take your feelings into consideration, but it was selfish -- I did it for selfish reasons, because I wanted your help. I caused a lot of suffering that I didn't intend with that spell, and even if the loss of a reputation seems less heavy compared to the loss of your life, I regret that it was a casualty of my actions.
I really am glad you're back.
Stanford Pines
I got your note.
Thank you, Ford. I appreciate that. I don't care about my reputation, I hope you know that. I think it's important to recognize why we do the things we do. Even if the reasons are good. And I'm still working on that, myself, so I'm glad. That you are working to figure it out, too.
I'm glad to be back.
Thank you, Ford. I appreciate that. I don't care about my reputation, I hope you know that. I think it's important to recognize why we do the things we do. Even if the reasons are good. And I'm still working on that, myself, so I'm glad. That you are working to figure it out, too.
I'm glad to be back.
I'm torn between asking how you lost an arm and asking whether you think arms growing back is something most people can expect.
Are you going to Bucky and Steve's wedding?
If not, would you like to?
If not, would you like to?
Uh, I hadn't been invited, no. I mean.
Wait, are you inviting me?
Wait, are you inviting me?
Haven't you told me this one before? Wasn't funny then.
[Pause.]
You have to give me a damn good reason and some sort of assurance there's a difference this time.
[Pause.]
You have to give me a damn good reason and some sort of assurance there's a difference this time.
Bill goes straight from Ford's room, out the door of that creepy old place like a bat out of hell, and heads for wherever Luke's most likely to be at this time of day.
The further he gets from the actual portal the less strong the feeling is. Maybe if it takes long enough to find him he can just ignore this completely. That'd be cool.
The further he gets from the actual portal the less strong the feeling is. Maybe if it takes long enough to find him he can just ignore this completely. That'd be cool.
Luke can feel Bill moving around, can feel his agitation, despite (or maybe because of) the fact he's meditating on the Deck. Instead of moving, he lets Bill come to him, because the feeling keeps getting closer and it'd be stupid to be a moving target if Bill needs him.
And he's pretty sure... Bill needs him.
He opens his eyes as Bill comes into view, but remains sitting cross-legged on top of the railing. Somehow.
And he's pretty sure... Bill needs him.
He opens his eyes as Bill comes into view, but remains sitting cross-legged on top of the railing. Somehow.
Skywalker, could I trouble you for your expertise on a matter concerning the Force?
Great, weird questions from you are always the start of good things. I was about to call you, anyway. I'm home; where's good for you?
Hello, Luke - I need a quick word. It's not an emergency or anything. On here is fine.
[The tight little miserable coil that's been Bill's emotions for a month now now eases up very abruptly, sometime in the middle of the day. At least a third of what's been weighing on him gets lifted, all at once.
It's not all gone. Breaking up with Ford had uncorked a lot of what he'd simply been refusing to deal with in the past. But this takes it from unbearable to tolerable, lightens it enough that the rest is now going to be much easier to handle.
Is Bill going to remember to mention it? No, probably not.]
It's not all gone. Breaking up with Ford had uncorked a lot of what he'd simply been refusing to deal with in the past. But this takes it from unbearable to tolerable, lightens it enough that the rest is now going to be much easier to handle.
Is Bill going to remember to mention it? No, probably not.]
[He's not spying on Bill. It's not his style, and it's not something he thinks would help win the other being's trust. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a little thread connecting them, something Luke develops with those close to him on instinct. A vague knowing of where they are and whether they're ok, though of course the Barge's filters interfere with it.
Bill suddenly feels way more okay than he has in weeks, so much so that he actually becomes conscious of it rather than feeling it as a low-level hum. And the first thought he has as to what it might mean makes him smile to himself.
And then he gives the triangle a little time to do... whatever it is he's doing, before Luke texts him.]
Something you want to tell me?
Bill suddenly feels way more okay than he has in weeks, so much so that he actually becomes conscious of it rather than feeling it as a low-level hum. And the first thought he has as to what it might mean makes him smile to himself.
And then he gives the triangle a little time to do... whatever it is he's doing, before Luke texts him.]
Something you want to tell me?
[Wherever Luke's been keeping the little triangular stone, in the evening the eye on it suddenly pops open. The pupil expands wide enough to show teeth, in a yawn, and four limbs and a hat all pop out at the same time so Bill can stretch. Yellow light slowly boots up, the stone's gray surface going translucent and smooth.]
WHAT WASSAT, A FLOOD? I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN CENTURIES.
WHAT WASSAT, A FLOOD? I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN CENTURIES.
Luke, who is tinkering with his motorcycle (he can't just ride it--he has to be able to take it apart and put it back together again, to know how it works) looks over with a wide grin on his face when he sees Bill shift. He's been taking up a small amount of space on the sofa, which hasn't been any trouble because Luke hasn't really had anyone over and he figures at least he can keep an eye on the guy.
To be honest, it's been kinda disconcerting, the lifeless body so unlike other forms of life that inanimate, Bill almost doesn't seem real. It's sort of like having a throw pillow no one asked for and would never use to decorate. Who used to be your friend and charge.
"Hey," he says, wiping his hands on his pants and coming over. "It's good to see you, Bill. Not a flood, no. Er. A coma."
To be honest, it's been kinda disconcerting, the lifeless body so unlike other forms of life that inanimate, Bill almost doesn't seem real. It's sort of like having a throw pillow no one asked for and would never use to decorate. Who used to be your friend and charge.
"Hey," he says, wiping his hands on his pants and coming over. "It's good to see you, Bill. Not a flood, no. Er. A coma."
Heads up Luke!
[Following the text message are a few photos of a giant, thirty-foot-long, snake-looking monster. It's stripy black-and-white and bigger around than a person. Out from the open mouth, a second, smaller, snake-looking creature, this time with a white body, protrudes slightly.]
I wanted you to know Bill can take down big game now in case you werent aware. He did this rescuing my inmate when he was a kid though, so at very least he has done a good thing once!
Anyway I dont want to always be getting in touch about your inmate and I think I promised you a demonstration of the 3DMG once. Want to see it?
[Following the text message are a few photos of a giant, thirty-foot-long, snake-looking monster. It's stripy black-and-white and bigger around than a person. Out from the open mouth, a second, smaller, snake-looking creature, this time with a white body, protrudes slightly.]
I wanted you to know Bill can take down big game now in case you werent aware. He did this rescuing my inmate when he was a kid though, so at very least he has done a good thing once!
Anyway I dont want to always be getting in touch about your inmate and I think I promised you a demonstration of the 3DMG once. Want to see it?
I'm confused about what I'm supposed to be seeing here. What is that thing? When did this happen?
Uh.
Good. I mean, good update. Not dead is good.
[Has he missed something?]
Gods yes. Do you have a stupid movie that always makes you feel better?
You weren't a bitch. I can tell I overstepped. I'm not exactly sure how, but I do regret it.
Sweeney, reporting in for Inmate shit. Let me know what you want to do.
[He's never had an inmate report in before. Wow.]
Depends entirely on you, Sweeney. What would you like to do? What would help you?
Depends entirely on you, Sweeney. What would you like to do? What would help you?
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