DOLOROSA: -For this ship having a pool, it sure doesn't seem like people utilize it often. At least, that's the impression Ymirra is getting as she's taking a dip, getting some light exercise paddling around and diving in. It's definitely not a luxury she could take advantage of in her not-so-distant past, so she's probably planning on being here a while. Might as well take advantage of it, right?-
BRO: *it's definitely true that the pool is a commodity not often taken advantage of, as derek has taken notice of himself. not expecting to run into anybody here today, he slides up onto the scene, apparently listening to so music, via device or the voices in his head. either way, he's making a spectacle of himself with his sick moves*
DOLOROSA: -And Rosa resurfaces just in time to witness the unfolding of this spectacle, her head just barely out of the water, and... well, that is certainly something. He looks pretty familiar, now that she thinks about it, but she's just watching him for a few moments more before she decides it would probably be polite to let her presence be known, and she kicks a little closer to the edge of the pool so
DOLOROSA: she can prop her arms up over the side.-
DOLOROSA: Those are some nice moves.
BRO: *he bristles a bit when he hears another voice, but is quick to compose himself and cast a cool glance her way. he recognizes her from that one time at the bar, and of course recognizes her as the woman his brother kept going on about a while back.*
BRO: You aint seen nothin yet.
BRO: Course the pool aint exactly the optimal locale for really gettin into it.
DOLOROSA: You look like you were making good use of +he area, anyway. -she's grinning, head tilting somewhat- Sorry +o in+errup+. I didn'+ wan+ you +o have an unwelcome audience.
BRO: No audience is unwelcome when Im putting on a show.
BRO: Though I wasnt really expectin anybody to be here.
BRO: Usually pretty vacant.
BRO: *he finds the edge of the pool beside her and drops down to sit, dipping his feet into the water*
DOLOROSA: -okay, she can't help laughing just a little. he's definitely got to be... related? right, related, to another Strider she knows.- I no+iced +ha+, +oo. I+'s kind of a shame.
DOLOROSA: I'm Ymirra, by +he way.
BRO: Derek. *offers a hand to the pretty lady* Good to meet ya.
BRO: Like actually meet ya.
BRO: My brothers told me a lot about you. *more than he ever wanted to know but hey*
DOLOROSA: -she takes his hand, and then her brows rise- Oh?
DOLOROSA: I was +hinking you looked familiar.
DOLOROSA: I+'s nice +o know I made an impression.
BRO: You definitely did.
BRO: *withdraws hand and then leans back on both of them* But as much as he said I still dont know a whole lot.
BRO: Like what you do and shit. *or maybe dave did say. he tunes him out sometimes.*
DOLOROSA: Heheh. I'm ac+ually among +he ambassadors of Lauc+is on board here.
DOLOROSA: Bu+ I +end +o do a lo+ of +hings.
BRO: Ambassador? Well shit. Thats a big deal.
BRO: Not that I really know what that job entails.
BRO: What other things do you tend to do? *raises a brow*
DOLOROSA: I +ry +o be as ac+ive as I can in social and cul+ural righ+s venues... I wri+e, bu+ I haven'+ had +he +ime +o ge+ any+hing published jus+ ye+. -thinks- Less professionally, I'm in+o fashion, and I like +o ge+ ou+ and socialize when I can.
DOLOROSA: I also long ago fell in+o +he role of mo+herhood and all +ha+ en+ails, so +ha+'s an ongoing job, haha.
DOLOROSA: Wha+ abou+ you?
DOLOROSA: As much as I like being asked abou+ myself, I feel like mos+ people have me a+ somewha+ of a disadvan+age +here.
BRO: Id ask what you mean about that but were shifting gears.
BRO: Occupationally speaking Im something of a business man. Mass produce puppets of my own design. Run a few websites.
BRO: I do odd jobs here and there too.
BRO: But since I been here Ive been focusing most of my energy on keeping... My kids out of trouble. *shifts a bit and clears his throat. referring to them as his kids shouldnt be so DIFFICULT but it's getting easier*
DOLOROSA: -puppets and websites and bears OH MY, that's certainly a list of credentials... but then he mentions kids, and her interest is clearly piqued- You have kids on board?
DOLOROSA: -puppets and websites and bears OH MY, that's certainly a list of credentials... but then he mentions kids, and her interest is clearly piqued- You have kids on board?
BRO: *nods* Yeah. You know the Head Engineer Dirk? Thats my oldest. And then theres Dave. He works in security now I think.
DOLOROSA: -shimmers at the mention of Dirk, but not really- Ano+her Dave? Heh.
DOLOROSA: I me+ Dirk recen+ly.
DOLOROSA: He's pre++y fan+as+ic.
BRO: *yes, he is a sap and named his son after his brother. SHHH.* That seems to be the general consensus in regards to Dirk.
BRO: At least thats the impression I get.
BRO: Not that I disagree.
DOLOROSA: -hmmmm- You say +ha+ like you haven'+ made much of an assessmen+.
BRO: *shifts uncomfortably, but shrugs it off* Yeah. Dirk hasnt been in my life much til recently.
DOLOROSA: Oh... I guess +ha+ possibili+y hadn'+ occurred +o me. -in her experience, adopting pretty much means you're committed, but human families seem to have a lot more complex nuances...- Is +ha+... +ypical?
BRO: *pauses to think about that* For humans? Well sort of.
BRO: We kinda got this concept of a nuclear family. Parents with kids. And I dunno a dog or something probably.
BRO: But I never even knew my parents.
BRO: Sometimes parents split and the kids stay with one but they like trade off so the kids have a relationship with both. *wince* Sometimes a parent takes off for good and leaves the kid with the other.
BRO: Some people dont even want a partner to begin with. I dunno. It can be complicated.
BRO: In Dirks case he just got seperated from us during the war. We thought he was *clears throat* gone for good until I stumbled upon this ship a few months back.
DOLOROSA: Oh... -it all seems to make sense, but the thought of completely losing your child... that's tough.- I see. We don'+ have +o broach +ha+ subjec+, +hen. I can imagine i+ mus+ be +ough. -or, at the very least, complicated-
BRO: *he shrugs again. yes, it was difficult, and complicated as fuck, and not just because of their seperation, but what happened as a result of it. ymirra doesn't need to know about that, though. nobody does.* Doesnt matter much now. Hes here. Im here.
BRO: Tell me more about what you thought of him.
DOLOROSA: Oh. Haha, well... -she's just going to assume that he hasn't had the chance to bond with him much, and maybe it helps assure him to hear from someone else's point of view.- We didn'+ have an incredibly ex+ensive conversa+ion, bu+ he seems pre++y responsible. Reliable.
DOLOROSA: I defini+ely +hink his head's in +he righ+ place.
DOLOROSA: He seems like he's going +o be a grea+ fa+her.
BRO: *he looks at her, surprise that she knows about dirk's situation. he was under the impression it was supposed to be a secret*
BRO: Yeah. I know hes gonna be.
BRO: I can tell he thinks he doesnt have his shit together but for as much as hes been through hes better adjusted than I was when I was at his age.
DOLOROSA: Tha+'s +he flaw of +he young, I guess. They can'+ qui+e see wha+ +hey've go+, of+en in abundance, un+il +hey s+op being able +o use i+.
DOLOROSA: Bu+ a heal+hy amoun+ of concern is good in +ha+ si+ua+ion, a+ leas+.
BRO: *hearing that, he falls quiet, saying nothing but nodding in acknowledgement. it's about that time that he remembers he was there to swim, so in the midst of his silence, he finally slips into the water*
BRO: Hell definitely be alright.
BRO: And Dave too. Little Dave.
BRO: Hes got a kid on the way himself.
DOLOROSA: -OH HELLO- Hehe, yeah?
DOLOROSA: Sounds like +hey're abou+ +o have +heir hands full. And you, +oo, I'd guess.
BRO: More like everyone else on the ship is about to have their hands full.
BRO: Gonna have to deal with a metric fuckton of Striders running around.
BRO: I dont think anyone is prepared for that.
DOLOROSA: Well, we've already go+ a good few. Wha+'s a couple more? -swimswoms toward the center of the pool tier, grinning-
BRO: *floats around a bit and to answer the question: yes, he is still wearing his hat* A couple more is probably akin to an atomic bomb going off on top of like a mile long car pileup.
BRO: But eh theres probably more hope for this next generation of Strider.
DOLOROSA: -ahh yes, the curse of being Strider, which is apparently thinking you are hot shit while also thinking you are a hot mess. she is getting this impression more and more these days.-
DOLOROSA: There's always +ime +o improve. And if no+hing else, I'm sure you'll have some pre++y good-looking kids.
DOLOROSA: Or... Wha+'s +he word?
BRO: What?
BRO: Beautiful progeny? Attractive lineage? Handsome descendents? Cute as fuq grandkids?
DOLOROSA: Grandkids!
DOLOROSA: Tha+'s +he one.
DOLOROSA: The o+hers are pre++y good, +oo, +hough.
BRO: Thanks. I try.
BRO: But yeah. Grandkids. Another one of those weird human social institutions I guess.
BRO: Never thought the concept would be applicable to my life. Not that I doubted it could happen to them.
BRO: Just didnt think Id be involved at all I guess.
DOLOROSA: -INTERESTING....- Didn'+ +hink +hey'd wan+ you +o be?
BRO: Yeah. Pretty much. *he sinks in the water a little, making it pretty clear that they're treading into dangerous waters. PUN INTENDED.*
DOLOROSA: -WOW-
DOLOROSA: Heh, sorry. I didn'+ mean +o ge+ +oo personal again.
DOLOROSA: I+'s jus+ +ha+ someone else recen+ly implied +he same +o me.
DOLOROSA: I'm pre++y sure she said you +wo were friends.
BRO: *rises up from the water again* You talkin about Roxanne?
DOLOROSA: Yeah.
DOLOROSA: We cha+ some+imes.
BRO: Yeah. I like to think were pretty good buddies.
BRO: Our kid situations are scarily similar too.
BRO: And our kids are /also/ good buddies.
DOLOROSA: I'd guess +hey have a lo+ in common, +oo.
DOLOROSA: Roxanne seems pre++y nervous abou+ i+, bu+...
DOLOROSA: I +hink her kids will be more +han happy jus+ +o have +heir mom.
BRO: Thats probably true.
BRO: And I know shell get there.
BRO: Like shit if I can jump those hurdles then she definitely can. *roxanne does, after all, have the benefit of being a much better person than him in basically every way. or at least that's how he feels about it*
DOLOROSA: I +ried +o give her a li++le encouragemen+ while I could. I'm sure i+ mus+ be nice +o have someone +o rela+e +o, +hough.
DOLOROSA: Cer+ainly more +han a +roll who can'+ +o+ally unders+and complex human familial sys+ems, heh.
BRO: *is bro smiling a little? yes. but he puts that away very quickly with a shrug*
BRO: Definitely been beneficial for me.
DOLOROSA: Well, +here you go.
DOLOROSA: -gaww that's CUTE-
DOLOROSA: -WHAT'S WITH STRIDERS AND THEIR TINY SMILES OVER PPL THEY LOVE WTF WTF-
BRO: *SHUT UP HES NOT CUTE HE'S MANLY AS HELL. except this topic is making him feel kind of mushy and at a loss for words*
BRO: Anyway. Yeah.
BRO: Kids.
DOLOROSA: .... -snickers-
DOLOROSA: Yes.
DOLOROSA: KIds.
DOLOROSA: -definitely teasin u-
DOLOROSA: Incredible.
BRO: *HE WANTS TO HIDE UNDER WATER BUT HE DOESN'T WANT TO GET HIS HAT WET. maybe it's time he starts accepting his receeding hairline... nah. he starts swimming around some more, but ymirra is getting some major side eye*
BRO: You makin fun of me?
DOLOROSA: A li++le. -grinning-
BRO: Man this ship is just full of haters. *he's smirking a little too*
DOLOROSA: You ge+ a lo+ of ha+ers on your... grind?
DOLOROSA: Wow, I +hink i+'s abou+ +ime +o admi+ I'm a li++le ou+ my cen+ury.
BRO: ... *laughs at her expense* Shit thats a relief. I was starting to feel too fucking old.
BRO: Good to know theres at least one person around who is more of geezer than me.
DOLOROSA: I'm pre++y sure I've go+ +he sweeps on almos+ all of you.
DOLOROSA: You're welcome for +he confidence boos+.
DOLOROSA: -WONK-
BRO: *omg. a lady is wonking at him. hes gettin a case of the vapors* Yeah thanks for that.
BRO: Is it rude to ask a troll lady about her age cuz I dont wanna be hella impolite here.
BRO: Thing is Im the biggest ignoramus when it comes to trolls so.
BRO: Like how old can trolls even be? How long even is a sweep? What even IS a troll? We just dont know.
DOLOROSA: -sNRK-
DOLOROSA: Well, I don'+ find i+ impoli+e. I+ seems like a pre++y basic ques+ion, or a+ leas+ one wor+h considering for someone who's unfamiliar wi+h us.
DOLOROSA: Each ascending blood cas+e +ends +o have a longer life span, and I'm somewhere in +he middle.
DOLOROSA: I've been around a lo+ longer +han my ac+ual age, bu+... I'm thir+y-+wo sweeps now. Luckily I already looked in+o how +ha+ +ransla+es. I +hink +ha+'s some+hing like... six+y nine years?
BRO: *low whistle* Youre about the finest 69 year old Ive ever met.
BRO: Wait shit.
BRO: Well I mean yeah but.
BRO: Anyway. Fascinating.
DOLOROSA: ... -fuck, she can't NOT laugh-
DOLOROSA: I-- hahaha, +hank you, Derek.
DOLOROSA: You are also pre++y fine, six+y nine years no+wi+hs+anding.
BRO: *DON'T LAUGH AT HIM WHEN HE FUCKS UP, he'll have to work extra hard to regain his cool* Why thank you. *clears throat*
BRO: Uh. *something occurs to him though* Different blood colors have different lifespans huh?
BRO: Then about how long would someone... farther down on the spectrum live? Like I dunno. Yellow? Or whatever. *TOTALLY throwing out random colors here*
BRO: Wait. And orange.
DOLOROSA: Hm... Usually yellow is abou+ as long as a human lifespan, if I remember r--
DOLOROSA: Orange?
DOLOROSA: -stares-
BRO: Well like. Peach?
BRO: Dirks grub is that color.
DOLOROSA: Oh.
DOLOROSA: Hm...
DOLOROSA: I guess I can'+ say for sure, bu+ maybe a li++le less +han an average human life span.
BRO: *wait now he's made it obvious why he's asking* Oh. I see.
DOLOROSA: -she's onto you, but she just thinks that's sweet lbr-
DOLOROSA: Heh. If you have any more species or grub rela+ed ques+ions, I'm always happy +o answer.
BRO: *nods, drifting back over to the edge of the pool* Ill be sure to hit you up.
BRO: Anyw-- Well I think Ill let you take a dip in peace. *he is accidentally revealing TOO MUCH about his soft center and he needs to leave this encounter immediately*
DOLOROSA: -what a fuckin nerd- Haha, alrigh+.
DOLOROSA: I'll see you around.
BRO: Later Ymirra. *AND HE SCURRIES AWAY, but not without grabbing a towel, of course*
