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standing on the front walkway of her parent’s house julie felt brittle. her mother was okay, her father was angry, but he was always angry. everything was exactly the way that she’d left it. she couldn’t blame her mother for recovering, but it almost felt like a cruel joke to tug her around so much. she breathed out an shaky exhale and looked dead ahead at the street, “i’m sorry for dragging you all the way out here for nothing.”
radiosunshine:
There is nothing in him, he thinks, except tears and horror when she says this. The silence of the night leaves the dread in him growing, and Artie—Arthur holds her as tight as he can. A small recompense for her pain. “God, wait, no. Do you want to—” He looks at his words, and takes a step back, trying to find a way to make it not hurt. “Juliet. Do you want me to come with you to visit? For—for your peace of mind.”
Jules was scrambling. The mix of panic and guilt that overrode her mind made if difficult to make plans. And Jules always had a plan. She knew she couldn’t face the possibility of her father answer the door with a dead eyed stare on her own. But the thought of burdening him with her grief was equally hard to stomach. Still, she thought of sitting at a kitchen table with her father sighing on the other side, preparing for a lecture Jules’ heart couldn’t. “Yeah,” she managed, her voice small, “Yeah I don’t think I can do this without you.”
laureyhill:
it was nice to hear someone say it finally. the mechanic was tired of everyone dancing around it like it was nothing. it honestly made her feel worse than she already did. “not sure how i can make up for it but alright.” laurey said leaning forward. “i’ll find something i guess. did you have any ideas in particular or just i’ll know it when it comes.”
“keep this ship running,” shrugged juliet. she wasn’t a mechanic so she couldn’t fathom the job that laurey did on a daily basis. juliet wasn’t stupid enough to assume that laurey was replaceable, “if you can prove that you are more of an asset than a liability everyone will forget about it. so just keep your head low, stay near the engine, and if anyone questions you just ask them about . . .boat fuel or something. you’re not dumb, you just made a mistake.”
radiosunshine:
Artie hugs her—a good proper hug that only made you feel like you were being held, and he thinks about the box that Liza had asked him to move and his guts roil with worry and guilt once more. “What happened?” He doesn’t know, exactly, what was happening, but even he could read the room. “Nasty fan letters? Want me to burn the buggers?”
Juliet buries her face in his chest, trying not to get her tears on his shirt. But it’s useless, she can’t contain the sobs that wrack her body, “I think my mom might be dead.” The words are hardly audible, squeaked out through hoarse vocal chords. “I think she’s dead and I missed my chance to say goodbye.”
radiosunshine:
Artie looks at Juliet, alarmed at what just happened—and then he sees the envelopes, hundreds of them in front of her, and he feels so guilty, the little black thing of hate running up his chest. “Ju—Juliet,” he says, afraid of what she might say. “Do you—do you want a hug?”
She looks up at him, and her eyes flood with shame. After standing, she hastily trying to wipe away the tears at her eyes she sniffles and turns away. All her attempts to try and hide the fact that she was crying are futile, and she knows it. But the attempt at composure at least gives her something else to think about for a moment. But then, her shoulders fall, and through a hoarse voice she manages, “Yes, I would.”
tcisco:
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 —— @piratejuliet.
julian has fucked up plenty of times. not necessarily when he’s drunk, but even more so when he is. he has never, however, lost a whole kid.
to her credit, laurey’s a proper adult, just a very young one. one that was supposed to be under julian’s care, and yet, as he whips his head in all directions, he can’t find her inside the dark bar they’ve taken post in.
julian is telling himself that she’s probably just in the bathroom or something, but it’s getting increasingly suspicious and sobering that she’s been gone for this long.
julian decides to go to jules. of course he does. he finds her among the lively crowd.
❛ hey, ❜ julian wants to sound collected, but the mild panic in his eyes is evident, ❛ you seen the kid ? you seen laurey ? ❜
jules was not having a good time at the bar, she’d never been one for dark and dismal places. bars always seemed to her to be a den of drunken misunderstandings and repressed woes. this one was no different. and now, she was one of the self-pitying folks lurking in the corner.
her mood is not improved by julian. in addition to being predisposed to being upset juliet was always inclined to be upset with him in particular. as he stumbled up to her she eyed him with suspicion, finding it hard to believe she ever found him remotely appealing.
at his words, her lips part in disbelief, “god dammit, julian!” one of her rare cusses, “how do you manage to lose an entire person? i haven’t seen her but i knew she was upset! don’t tell me you’ve done something to scare her off.”
laureyhill:
“listen you can just say what everyone else is thinking, alright? i fucked up.” laurey said, not daring to make eye contact with her. “be mad at me. i already am.”
“you fucked up,” says jules, her voice flat, “but well all fuck up sometimes. which is why i’m not mad at you in particular. i just need you to help me find a way to make up for it.”
radiosunshine:
“No sponsors, no ads.” Artie shrugged, the heavy feeling in his chest not getting any lighter. “New law banning sponsors from Parliament, but—well, not much we can do, eh Jules? Stiff upper lip and whatnot.”
“Stiff upper lip?” she questioned, her voice incredulous. She stared up at him with eyes filled with disbelief. “No, no. That’s not good enough. I have to get to work.”
@radiosunshine
normally, jules wouldn’t cry in public or in an area where someone could walk in on her. but since opening the letter she felt frozen in place. heavy in her chair she sat her head in her hands and her elbows on the table, sobbing. the torn envelopes splayed in front of her.
geoaksoy:
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 ? ’
“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.”
radiosunshine:
“Had to fit a few more songs into the show, just to buffer out the empty ad time and all. The Foundations are great and all, but people’ll claw my eyes out if they hear the same song on and on.”
“Empty ad time?” Jules quirked her head to the side, eyes filling with concern. She hadn’t gotten the news yet, and the confusion in her stomach was quickly sinking into dread.
geoaksoy:
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. ’
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?”
radiosunshine:
“Could I get The Ventures at least—good fodder for morning radio. I hear that pirates share; I’ll trade you some Ella Fitzgerald for the nighttime.”
“Oooh, yes. I would love that. I want to do a segment where I analyze the lyrical value of scatting and Ella’s Blue Skies. I mean, Artie, you can always borrow one of my records so long as it’s returned in time for my show.”
radiosunshine:
“Juliet, you can’t go off nicking things willy-nilly! That said, what’d you get?”
“Artie, do I ever do anything willy-nilly? I got Lou Christie, The Ventures, The Astronauts. A lot of surfer music, but the good stuff.”
geoaksoy:
‘ 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. ’
“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.”
geoaksoy:
‘ 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. ’
“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.”
@tcisco
“i’ve been reading . . . all night. and i have a few ideas but all of them could be argued away. how will we even debate our points? over the radio? would anyone even listen?”