goneawaycomms | lavernius tucker

I am tidying up. [Price explains calmly] Your belongings are inside the locker, now. I did not throw away anything.

[ Tucker, a mature adult, immediately stomps over to the locker to verify this for himself.

So far, so verified. At least there's that. ]

It's the principle of the thing! We already don't have doors and the bathrooms are all gross public ones. You wanna get treated like a civilized fuckin' human being, it kinda starts and ends at New Hires! It's, like. Boundaries! If I had dirty magazines in here, you think I wanna think about someone else getting their hands all over 'em?

[ Aw. He misses dirty magazines. ]

I understand. However it would be wise of you to maintain these objects in a good condition, I could have inadvertedly stepped on them and damaged them.

[But he didn't, so that can and should be a point in his favour, Price thinks.]

You will be reassured to know that I won't occupy much space, I don't have any personal belongings to store here.

[Which anyone would think is very sad, but he hasn't realized.]

[ When will Jorgmund get on board and utilize the Price Point system? It's worth considering. ]

Yeah, I was a sim trooper. Wisdom's my dump stat. [ Part and parcel of the gig, truly.

Tucker finds himself more or less satisfied with the non-tampered state of his possessions, at least. A low bar? Maybe. But a cleared one. He doesn't like that Price knows about the stuff he has. Can't exactly undo that one. ]

You're gonna end up with some dumb random shit eventually, dude. That's just how it works here. You mind your own business and then one day a magical artifact shows up under your pillow out of nowhere. Then you gotta be responsible for it, which is total bullshit. But what are you gonna do, hand it over to some manager? That's even worse bullshit.

[Price holds back a chuckle]

That is true. Well, I haven't seen you in a while, Captain Tucker. How have you been?

[ Obligatory locker check complete, Tucker flops onto his bed, boots and all, and starts poking around on his network device. ]

Same as anyone ever is. Kidnapped slave labor shit and psycho roommates don't really do it for me, y'know? [ Mm, well. ] Depending on the psycho.

Mh.

[Price is a nice and polite person. Evil, maybe, but nice and polite, and hearing someone throw the p word around like it's funny when there's so much stigmatization that he personally has gone through is unpleasant. Is he triggered by it? No, but it is quite a pet peeve, and Tucker might use some knowledge for a change.]

I'm sorry, Captain Tucker, when you say 'psycho', do you mean to use it as a shortened form of 'psychotic' or 'psychopath'? I am asking just to make sure, although I can see how due to your frequent usage of ableist terminology you would deliberately choose to is use it interchangeably.

[Basically please shut up, Tucker.]

[ Ah, the age-old prospect of knowledge. There it goes. Over his head. Or there his head goes right under it, metaphorically speaking, because dodging it is definitely a choice that Tucker makes. ]

If I wanna learn about being respectful, the dude whose job it was to headfuck my friends isn't at the top of my list of people to learn from. So, you can go ahead and stick that in the roommate suggestion box. It looks like a toilet, but uhh. Just for security purposes.

I'm sorry, allow me to convey the concept in a way that you understand.

[Price flutters his eyelashes and then proceeds to aim his freezing ray in the middle of the room to create an ice statue that looks exactly like Tucker only to destroy it with the burning laser.]

Hopefully I am making myself clear.

Edited 2021-04-18 06:44 (UTC)

[ Hmm. On the one hand, exactly as creepy and unsettling as he probably should have anticipated. Look who he's talking to. A fucking lunatic. Probably will stab him.

On the other hand, Tucker's natural distaste for what he perceives as anybody (outside of a select number of people) telling him what to do. Betta fish instinct on main. ]

Soooo. Don't touch my shit again. I'll start keeping it on my half. Institute a no p-words rule. That about right?

Fine by me. [He eyes Tucker with a mixture of pity and contempt.] Touching your possessions was not as entertaining for me as you think it was, they were quite sticky.

[ It doesn't matter how many months it's been. It's still weird to just be around people all the time and no one has a helmet and all the pity and contempt in the world is on full-blast. He hasn't lived like that since the pre-enlistment days. Gross. ]

Yeah, duh. How else are you supposed to keep people from touching 'em?

I--

[Price sighs and holds back a groan, he doesn't want to deal with such response.]

Of course.

[ Tucker gives Price the facial equivalent of an eloquent "???" before turning part of his attention back to his device. He is possibly texting Carolina just to be like hey, let your little Freelancer gang know where this no fly zone is now. Something like that. ]

What, been a while since you had a roomie?

Well...

[A moment of his past comes to mind: the Director is lying in bed in his room - which is clearly a room for one person only -, looking stone cold dead as he sleeps, but also still handsome. Price stares lovingly and can't seem to resist the temptation to stroke his hand. Cue the man waking up and growling, with his charming accent, 'WHAWT DA HAELL AHR YA DOIN, GIT AHTAH HEAUH'.]

...Yes, I suppose you can say so.

[ One could say 'mood,' but that would be a lie. Opposite of mood. ]

Crash course then, I guess. Don't touch stuff. Stuff can be sticky. And I dunno, if we keep to the ground rules we probably won't murder each other. That's basically the whole course.

I trust your judgement on this.

[Price replies sarcastically. Well, passive aggressively, he doesn't really have a proper understanding of humour. Call that one of the many ways he is special, or terrifying, depending on how you feel about him.]

You slept with the Alpha, that couldn't possibly have been easy to deal with.

Holy shit, phrasing! I didn't sleep with Church!

[ Using Church's name is deliberate, but not pointed (yet). Gotta divide up most of that energy to put towards his dumbass no homo life choices. ]

What I am trying to say is that based on the data I have gathered about the Alpha and the time I spent with the Director, I am not questioning your advice regarding everyday habits that can help avoid conflict.

It was this skill of yours that made so that you were assigned the role of simulation trooper rather than freelancer agent.

[Is it an insult? Is it a compliment? A bit of both, but it's mostly a factual statement. Price feels surprisingly chill and neutral regarding most topics.]

Also, I am aware that the Alpha could be quite difficult to deal with although I didn't get to interact with him outside of a purely professional context.

[Which is a shame, by the way. Alpha was a loner, yes, but he was just a tiny bit less reserved than the Director and well, that could have been an occasion to find out more about him.

Tucker seems to have such a close bond with 'Church'...Price is a little jealous, he wishes he and the Director were friends especially because the compatibility was undeniable. It was an odd one, though. Wasted potential, perhaps, and so unique in its way of skipping all the nice things to go directly to an intimate act such as torture. Yet it always ended there, even if he got to glance and even play with the Director's darkest side.

If only because of pride or will to have someone to court, Price likes to think that it was the equivalent of having a one night stand so good that you keep coming back, so good that it overweighed whatever they both had experienced with past partners to the point of making the Director feel shame and that was why he deliberately made effort to avoid Price and not even remember his name.

After all, Price had been living with the Director for an at least equal amount of time compared to Allison, with the difference that one of them was present, devoted to him, and paying attention to his daughter. That someone was Price and not Allison, but no one will ever be ready for that conversation...]

Edited (had to make it gay) 2021-05-10 21:23 (UTC)

[ Tucker isn't even gonna think about unpacking the 'assigned the role of simulation trooper rather than freelancer agent' suitcase. Maybe that's a lie. He thinks about unpacking it, if mostly to think about what a wild fucking statement it is.

Either the Project was extremely hard-up around then, or psychologists are naturally weird and unreliable narrators. Talk about dodging a bullet, though.

Off it goes. Into the vault. He has not figured out if he's offended about it yet.

But that's fine. He's got more than enough offense to spare for the back half. ]

His name was Church. If you're gonna talk about my friend that you professionally fucked up, how about you use it.

Alright.

[He stays silent for a bit.]

By the way it's nice to hear you and...Church had such bond.

[The Director has never defended him or even praised his efforts.]

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