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radiosunshine:

“He’s a charmer.” Arthur thought that St. John was charming, quick, and sweet—all essential things that you’d needed to be a voice on the radio. Stutter be damned, he was a great talker, and Arthur liked his voice, whether he bit the bait or not. He hoped he did—being drunk of your ass wasn’t great radio, and crying about the crash was going to be devastating. “And I hope so. Come on, rockstar. You want me to fix you up something that’ll get your ass back down, or do you want something to raise you from the dead?”

' he’s a good guy, ’ geo confirmed, something they could agree upon. he doesn’t question the offer of the drink either, just nods. ‘ something that’ll fix a hangover ? ’ he suggests, though something to take the edge off wouldn’t be something he’d oppose, even if he should. he can pretend it’s different though, he never felt like this when he was in the band. at least as far as he can remember. it’ll be fine. ‘ so do we say nothing when we turn the mic on or... ? ’

#thread.#five.#gibson.

radiosunshine:

Arthur hasn’t stopped crying for a long time, more man than tears, with the events leading up to this. He’s been shell-shocked, the thought of the accident on their heads, injuries because of them chilling his blood so thoroughly. “I think I have some vodka back in my—” He looks at Geo, forlornly, “Well, I don’t have it in me to still do the bright and shiny morning show. Think I’ll get the Saint to cover me.”

for once , at least in a while, george’s immediate reaction to arthur is not a quick response of irritation. for better or for worse, they were all in this together. what exactly they were supposed to do now was unclear. keep fighting . . . it was harder to justify now, but geo saw few other options. ‘ you think he’ll be up for it ? ’ he sighs. he can tell himself he’s innocent, geo thinks, somewhat cruelly though it is a lash out of a feeling of needing defense, he’s just a cook. ‘ we weren’t even here. ’ a desperate attempt to push off blame.

#thread.#five.#gibson.

it’s a combination of a hangover , and the strange ache that the news has produced, that leaves geo hunched over the galley kitchen’s table, rubbing his face as if he can press hard enough to make things go back to normal. ‘ what the fuck . . . ’ he half whispers, only really talking to himself. @radiosunshine

#thread.#five.#gibson.

meredith-la-magicienne

“You havin’ a good night then, Geo?” Maggie looks up from her recently finished drink–a gin concoction in a too fancy glass that earned her a handful of smug responses from some of the people around her, but it tastes good, so that’s fine–when she spots him. It’s been a while since she’s been out to a pub, longer since she went for a reason other than to a see band, but she’s enjoying herself. She hopes he is, too.

He’s a bit of a mystery to her; most of the crew is, one way or another. Except maybe Julian. Maggie’s spent enough time around the music scene to know exactly how people like him work. Geo, in particular, though, doesn’t seem to talk much about where he comes from. They have that in common. “When’s the last time you set foot on dry land?”

@geoaksoy

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' it’s brilliant , ’ he says, now late enough into the night that the number of drinks he’s consumed has been able to have his effect. he loves the boat, but there’s always something cheery to him when he finds his feet on dry land, mostly in pubs with leo. he can find himself a moment to latch onto, forget his troubles. even if his troubles were caused by chasing after fleeting moments in the first place.

he gives her a smile. maggie is familiar, but not known, their schedules running somewhat parallel. ‘ few weeks ago with leo on our night off, i think ’ he sets his drink down and then looks to her, ‘ what about you ? ’

#thread.#fender.#four.#alcohol /

‘ glad you got this all worked out , ’ geo says, a large amount of his anxiety having lifted since julian told the crew of the new plan. ‘ should be smoother sailing at least for a little while, right ? until the government finds a new way to screw us over. ’ @tcisco

#thread.#four.#teisco.

' here , ’ geo said, taking the seat besides the younger unprompted, placing down two bottles of beer. ‘ enjoying the night ? ’ @laureyhill

#i figured this could be before she left!#thread.#four.#airline.

piratejuliet·:

“me neither,” shrugged jules. the boat was her source of freedom, but also a trap. if something happened there would be nowhere to go. she could slink back to her parents house once again but there was no life in that. at the moment, it seemed like an option between going down with the ship and spending all her days wishing she had. her eyes scanned the page, the words becoming and endless drone the blurred together, but then her gaze caught on something and her finger paused. reading the line again, and again, she held her breath. “yeah, actually, i think i do. i gotta go talk to julian.” she picked up the stack of papers and flashed him a smile, “keep up the good work.”

he nods. it was an uncomfortable feeling, but at least they both know they’re not alone. there’s someone else who needs this just as much. he won’t say any of that out loud, moments of feeling are saved for private moments with his guitar. instead he just nods. ‘ good, ’ he says, genuinely glad to hear it. ‘ i’ll, uh, i’ll go see if i can get this fixed. i hope you’ve found it, jules. ’ he tucks the broken piece into his pocket and heads out of the room to go find glue.

#thread.#three.#montclair.

radiosunshine·:

“Oh, rockstar,” he replies, putting a hand on his shoulder, “We’re not. I mean I know they could have me give or take, but you lot? They’d be daft to give you up for anything.” He could understand, of course, the thought process of it all—Geo had done this song and dance before, and there was nothing Artie could say or do to prove otherwise, except maybe his faith that things’ll be fine. “I’d pitch it to Cap, and I’d wanna get Jules on board—got any ideas how we can get ‘em to fork over supplies?”

he doesn’t react to the touch, but keeps it to himself. geo is uncertain how exactly to respond to the words either, and for a moment he just looks at artie trying to figure out if there’s something behind the words. it’s usually a joke and the more serious tone renders the rockstarunsteady. ‘ yeah, talk to them. ... supplies ? ’

#thread.#three.#gibson.

piratejuliet·:

she half watches him as he works. it’s nice at least to be working alongside someone. she felt as if so many of the other pirates had already given up. but jules didn’t know how to let go of this. so even if she drove herself over the ledge with this, she would do so knowingly. she reties up her hair and offers him a warm smile despite her sad eyes, “well, then. that’s two of us.” another sigh, “if we fail, what will you do? what will you go back to?”

guitarist’s fingers pick through the parts, looking for a crack, a tear, something... victoriously he finds a small broken part near the back. at least it was something identifiable, something with a clear solution. there’s a bit of calm in that, but it fades away when he hears jules’ question, and looks back to see her. ‘ i don’t really have much to fall back on. ’ going back to his parents? at this point? that would be it, right? but that hardly felt like an option. it would feel like he was proving something they always thought right. not enough. ‘ that’s why i’m not giving up. ’ he sighs, twisting the broken part over in his hands and wondering if glue would be enough. ‘ you got something ? ’

#thread.#three.#montclair.

leodesai·:

leo preffered the chart show to being on his own, and he looked forward to sitting down with geo and artie once a week. the news had certainly put a damper on things, but leo wouldn’t let that ruin the show. “probably both.” he smirked, though the chuckle that escaped him was black. a flask of rum was pulled out of his jacket pocket - they were pirates, after all. “i vote the latter though. might help you tolerate artie too, so it’s a win win.”

geo shakes his head and laughs, looking at the flask that leo had at the ready. it was almost too much, but he appreciated it. ‘ never stopped us before, ’ he replies, a bit of a smile coming to him. it was all too easy for him to make an attempt to ignore the feeling that all of this brought on. ‘ god, ’ he mutters, not wanting to think of the sunny disposition of artie popping in the door to call him rockstar. that was never something he loved on a good day, ‘ alright, yeah, hand it over, ’

#alcohol /#thread.#three.#hagstorm.

radiosunshine·:

“They don’t need us—they want us, though.” He knocks Geo’s shoulder, keeping the smile on his face. Everyone’s been so down, and he’s only been able to barely help. Maybe next time they docked he would swallow his pride, go to Lord Gareth and help fund the ship. It would be dreadful, of course, all the propriety and snobbery back again full force, but he would do anything for the crew. They’re practically his family after all! “I—well, a fundraiser? I’ll even dance on the street; mix some drinks on the side. Give them a right show—charge admission! You think it’ll work?”

' we’re replaceable, artie. ’ to him, it felt like the truth. that was the thing about all this that made him nervous, that was the crux of it. ‘ trust me, ’ they’d fade into obscurity, and then someone who was more clever or better funded would find a way to do what they couldn’t. once again, he’d fade into nothing. ‘ . . . that’s not a terrible idea. the first one. ’ geo had little hope that just artie dancing on the street would save them, but a fundraiser was maybe the best idea he’d heard so far, not that he was going to admit it.

#thread.#three.#gibson.

radiosunshine·:

Artie didn’t like the sour moods that permeated the ship nowadays—but what was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like he was made of money, or the bar was still open. All he could do was try to give them a few cocktails and keep the spirits up. No one could fault him for trying. “Come on, rockstar,” he replied, a kind smile on his face. “What’d they do without you and Leo? Listen to classical music? Sounds like hell.”

he looks at artie like he’s missed the point. in his mind it felt like he did. everything was just fodder for jokes. the moment aboard silver linings, when they came close to getting along again, seemed distant. ‘ buy records, artie, ’ he answered, putting the last of the ones they had used into the crate and picking it up. ‘ people like us, but they don’t need us. ’ there’s a memory there, of the crowd moving on to the next new thing; those who said they loved his music quickly finding a new favorite band. ‘ they’ll find something new, unless we do something about it. you got any bright ideas ? ’

#thread.#three.#gibson.

piratejuliet·:

“well, when i put the water in it it all leaks out over the counter. so something must be out of place. i’m just glad it’s the coffee maker doing that and not the ship,” she mused, snorting softly at her little joke. it wasn’t actually that funny, but she was tired. “anything. anything about advertising in the england. especially in regards to radio ads.” her tone makes it clear it hasn’t been a fruitful endeavour so far. “as someone who funneled literally all of their money into this ship, i’m not giving up so easily.”

he pulls it apart , trying to find what had gone wrong with it. he wasn’t exactly a handyman, but it’s an attempt. ‘ well you do that and i’ll do this . . . ’ it had to be a loose gasket or something, unless someone had dropped it. that ‘ i’m -- ’ he stops short, sighs again. that’s not what he was doing. it was frustration. ‘ i’m not giving up. ’

#thread.#three.#montclair.

piratejuliet·:

“well, if i’m going to pull another all-nighter looking through legal documents then i’ll need some fuel. i’m trying to keep this ship in the water and i can’t do that without caffeine. so help me help you by helping me. does that makes sense?” she sighs and buries her face in her hands, “see this is why i need the coffee maker fixed.”

' what’s wrong with it ? ’ he asks, walking over to it and beginning to play with it with little direction, roughly opening it up and seeing if anything was loose. he sighs, shaking his head somewhat dejectedly. ‘ what exactly are you looking for ? ’ there’s a touch of hope in the words, but not much. he doesn’t like getting his hopes up, so he follows the question up with a definitive statement. ‘ i thought the government was pretty clear on the we’re fucked topic. ’

#thread.#three.#montclair.

tcisco·:

❛ the things we do for love, ❜ julian agrees, welcoming the spark of conversation. he shrugs and stares at the cigarette in between his fingers before he moves it to rest in between his lips. ❛ what, you miss being out there ? ❜

geo rolls his eyes . that was a loaded question. he missed what he had almost had, but he had screwed that up for himself. ‘ only the company, j. your misfit pirate ship has solved the rest of my problems. ’

#thread.#one.#teisco.

piratejuliet·:

“something,” she squeaks. if the sight made her happy at all she was unable to recognize the feeling, it was overwhelmed by a rush of nausea. she’d never been sea sick on the the boat before, but now she was feeling like she was going to hurl. all these people here to see her, and the others, and she was going to disappoint everyone. “i should go, shouldn’t i? lock up my toothbrush and hide in my room? you can charm them and keep them distracted. it’s better that way.”

' it was a joke, jules. i don’t think . . . i hope no one is interested in our toothbrushes. ’ he’d encountered some strange requests from fans before though, so he didn’t want to rule it out completely. he’s unsure exactly how to respond to the rest of her statement, however. if she wants to hide through all of this, he’s not going to stop her, even if he thinks it’s a waste of a perfectly good party to leave it. instead, he just gives her a shrug.

#thread.#montclair.#one.

piratejuliet

@geoaksoy

“no, i haven’t been sleeping. there’s work to do. and i think the coffee maker is broken. are you handy? can you fix it?”

geoaksoy-blog

‘ yeah, i know. ’ he huffs, not that this situation is her fault, but for once geo appears perhaps as stressed as she is. however, he’s been coping in his own way... bursts of wanting to help, not wanting to go down quietly, followed by long stretches of seclusion in his room. ‘ i’ll see what i can do but i don’t see how that’s going to do anything. ’

#thread.#three.#montclair.

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