Timothy Stoker (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
statementfuckingends) wrote2021-08-04 10:37 am
statementfuckingends) wrote2021-08-04 10:37 am
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Stoker-san,
After what happened, I thought it might not be a bad idea to ask a question or two.
First: do you know how to defend yourself?
After what happened, I thought it might not be a bad idea to ask a question or two.
First: do you know how to defend yourself?
[...he's not sure what he expected but it sure wasn't that.]
Ah-- no, actually. I did some judo when I was like ten, but I've not really got any, uh. Defensive skills.
Ah-- no, actually. I did some judo when I was like ten, but I've not really got any, uh. Defensive skills.
How's solitary managed to get worse, then?
...congratulations.
And I do actually mean that. No sarcasm. Believe it or not.
And I do actually mean that. No sarcasm. Believe it or not.
Thanks.
...not gonna lie, I'm not really sure what to do as a Warden. Besides bring him back if someone else tries murdering him.
...not gonna lie, I'm not really sure what to do as a Warden. Besides bring him back if someone else tries murdering him.
...I don't have to say anything here, do I?
[Tim's voice is unimpressed, and therefore sarcastically flat in a horrible imitation of Kepler's.]
If anything happens to my boyfriend I'll throw you off the side of the ship for betraying his trust and mine.
[And in his normal voice:]
Or whatever your preferred method of violence is, really.
If anything happens to my boyfriend I'll throw you off the side of the ship for betraying his trust and mine.
[And in his normal voice:]
Or whatever your preferred method of violence is, really.
Mate, the only thing I've done is give you a hangover.
Hey. Got done with that Connor talk. I need -
I don't know.
Fuck this.
I don't know.
Fuck this.
[There's a moment's silence. Thoughtful, more than anything.]
You know, probably we're about due to try and beat the shit out of each other, if you like. Or let it out on a punching bag, either or.
You know, probably we're about due to try and beat the shit out of each other, if you like. Or let it out on a punching bag, either or.
Hey. I’m Zack, John Seed’s Warden for this month.
I saw on the network that he tried to stab you, and I was wondering if you could give me a little more information about that and how it happened.
I saw on the network that he tried to stab you, and I was wondering if you could give me a little more information about that and how it happened.
Wotcher, Zack. Good luck with him, the man's damn bloody fast at switching faces.
I caught him on deck and saw he was in a bad mood. I'll admit, I was being a bit of a knob because of it, trying to get under his skin, but decking me and pulling out a knife was very much an escalation.
I caught him on deck and saw he was in a bad mood. I'll admit, I was being a bit of a knob because of it, trying to get under his skin, but decking me and pulling out a knife was very much an escalation.
Hey. Thanks for looking after Jon while I was out.
You sure you're okay? After the whole End thing, I mean.
You sure you're okay? After the whole End thing, I mean.
I mean it wasn't pleasant, but it makes the whole fully realised avatar thing a fair bit easier to understand. I'm honestly fine.
Though, I have to ask. How much did you know about Jon practically starving himself?
Though, I have to ask. How much did you know about Jon practically starving himself?
[ literally while tim is talking to jon in his latest post. ]
My wardrobe actually is fine, you know. It's comfortable.
My wardrobe actually is fine, you know. It's comfortable.
[Can you hear the shit-eating grin, Martin?]
You can be comfortable and stylish, Martin, it's not two ends of a spectrum.
Besides, if you don't that'll make Jon the best dressed of us and we can't have that.
You can be comfortable and stylish, Martin, it's not two ends of a spectrum.
Besides, if you don't that'll make Jon the best dressed of us and we can't have that.
I'm still pissed at you, you know. But I need something. So you're back in my good graces.
Congrats.
Congrats.
I am very much feeling the love in this Chilli's tonight.
Should I expect another invoice under my door?
Should I expect another invoice under my door?
Maybe it's the smell. The brood Taylor is setting up in the sealed-up damp heat of the massage room does best with meat products, so some smell is unavoidable until the hatch is over. It isn't unbearable, but the humidity makes it cling. She pulls the collar of her t-shirt up over her mouth to breath through, which helps a little.
Still, the instant she can leave the rest of the work to a few hundred beetles, she all but bolts into her impromptu little airlock, a tiny cubicle made of shower curtains and duct tape around the door, kept in positive pressure by one small fan. It keeps the odor out of the cubicle, but she still takes deliberate time changing into clean clothes, leaving her work wear in a sealed bag, so there is a bare minimum of trace scent left when she lets herself out into the comparative cool brightness of the spa. The hornet she left in a light fixture above the door outside smells it, but she can't.
Door shut and its silk seal replaced by the spiders on the inside, she stands before it or a moment, breathing deep breaths as she pushes her fingers through her hair, shaking it out of the flattened mess left by the shower-cap she wore inside.
Still, the instant she can leave the rest of the work to a few hundred beetles, she all but bolts into her impromptu little airlock, a tiny cubicle made of shower curtains and duct tape around the door, kept in positive pressure by one small fan. It keeps the odor out of the cubicle, but she still takes deliberate time changing into clean clothes, leaving her work wear in a sealed bag, so there is a bare minimum of trace scent left when she lets herself out into the comparative cool brightness of the spa. The hornet she left in a light fixture above the door outside smells it, but she can't.
Door shut and its silk seal replaced by the spiders on the inside, she stands before it or a moment, breathing deep breaths as she pushes her fingers through her hair, shaking it out of the flattened mess left by the shower-cap she wore inside.
Tim can hear her rustling around in the airlock as soon as she enters it, but he has the good grace not to look down the hallway until he hears actual footsteps.
That they stop immediately has him a little concerned, after his talk with Rags, so there's a faint squeak of wheels as he kicks his office chair from behind the desk sidewards so he roll along and peer down the hallway properly, book still in his hands as he dog-ears his page without looking.
"You alright, Taylor?"
That they stop immediately has him a little concerned, after his talk with Rags, so there's a faint squeak of wheels as he kicks his office chair from behind the desk sidewards so he roll along and peer down the hallway properly, book still in his hands as he dog-ears his page without looking.
"You alright, Taylor?"
I will make your life here a living hell if you get demoted. So I'm giving you the same wise advice I gave Jon. Get your shit together.
Don't touch him again, Tim.
Don't touch him again, Tim.
I'm not stupid, Jacobi, I'm not gonna get bloody demoted. But a broken nose can get fixed easy and it's the least I owe him after everything he's done to us.
[Read: if it literally was not for you, Jacobi, Tim would already be happily demoted.]
[Read: if it literally was not for you, Jacobi, Tim would already be happily demoted.]
[ He hates that he's doing this. But he also knows he'd hate himself more if he didn't. ]
Tim, Daniel just left. We-
I can tell you that he was incredibly supportive and very- very comforting.
[ A cough. ]
I can also tell you that I'm about 90% certain that he's going to do something stupid and destructive and it's going to involve Elias.
Tim, Daniel just left. We-
I can tell you that he was incredibly supportive and very- very comforting.
[ A cough. ]
I can also tell you that I'm about 90% certain that he's going to do something stupid and destructive and it's going to involve Elias.
[Tim doesn't reply to the message immediately: he's a little distracted by Jacobi coming straight to him with directions. He doesn't actually notice he's gotten it until he's finished going over Jacobi and Kepler's room, and he'll call him back in the hallway.
He's not gonna pretend he doesn't sound drained.]
Yeah. He got back to me first, we're... yeah, getting his shit together. Or, working on it, at least. Thanks for the gesture, still.
He's not gonna pretend he doesn't sound drained.]
Yeah. He got back to me first, we're... yeah, getting his shit together. Or, working on it, at least. Thanks for the gesture, still.
Did you hear the Admiral's announcement?
[Going to ease into this as gently as possible.]
[Going to ease into this as gently as possible.]
Yeah.
[Tim's voice is... not dead inside, but certainly far flatter than has ever been directed at Jacobi. No real infection at all, certainly none of his usual energy. Strictly professional.]
I'll be doing trade negotiations. You've got permission to leave the ship without me.
[Tim's voice is... not dead inside, but certainly far flatter than has ever been directed at Jacobi. No real infection at all, certainly none of his usual energy. Strictly professional.]
I'll be doing trade negotiations. You've got permission to leave the ship without me.
Come collect Daniel from my office before I figure out how to actually do violence and murder him.
Christ, Jon, that's a bit on edge.
[Which means he's making haste to get there because what the fuck, and when he opens the office door he blinks in surprise at Jacobi's busted face.]
[Which means he's making haste to get there because what the fuck, and when he opens the office door he blinks in surprise at Jacobi's busted face.]
Elias is a dick, but Jacobi isn't going to let him win this one. That evening he shows up at Tim's door and lets himself inside. "Hey warden," he sings out, holding a small box in one hand and his other shoved in his pocket.
Tim is not actually in the lounge at the time, but sounds of movement from the bedroom precede him entering Jacobi's line of sight by a few seconds. He looks bedraggled, even as he's straightening himself up as he walks out, and more than a bit surprised.
"Hey, Jacobi." There's an edge of irony to his voice as he can't help but comment, "What's the occasion?"
"Hey, Jacobi." There's an edge of irony to his voice as he can't help but comment, "What's the occasion?"
[ the morning after he arbitrarily breaks his no-contact policy with elias- ]
But what if I just stabbed him a little bit.
But what if I just stabbed him a little bit.
Then I'll have to tie you down and Jon will not be happy with me for manhandling his boyfriend.
Tim, I need stuff to blow shit up. I'll make you a list.
I'm definitely going to need to know what, you realise. What you need and what the hell you're blowing up.
some hours after his discussion with Raylan and Daniel
epistemological
2021-12-18 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rather uncharacteristically- ]
Fucking hell, I- I need-
I need a drink or something, fuck. Don't suppose you'd mind being responsible adult and an open ear for- for all of it today.
Fuck.
Fucking hell, I- I need-
I need a drink or something, fuck. Don't suppose you'd mind being responsible adult and an open ear for- for all of it today.
Fuck.
Lounge or somewhere private?
[He's not gonna bother wasting time asking questions. He suspects he won't need need at all.]
[He's not gonna bother wasting time asking questions. He suspects he won't need need at all.]
Stoker-san, I have a question.
I know you work in the spa, and Norton mentioned it might be possible, but I wanted to ask you: do you do massage?
I know you work in the spa, and Norton mentioned it might be possible, but I wanted to ask you: do you do massage?
[...whatever he'd been expecting, it wasn't that.]
Um. Yeah, I mean, a little? I'm not like, professionally trained whatsoever, but I'd be happy to give you one if you're after it.
Um. Yeah, I mean, a little? I'm not like, professionally trained whatsoever, but I'd be happy to give you one if you're after it.
[ It's a day or so after christmas, after Elias has delivered a picture or two of "Sasha" to Tim's room for the holidays in return for that joke of a book, and Elias has decided it's time to get more acquainted with all the services the ship has to offer.
Spas haven't really been his thing in the past. One is kept busy, keeping an eye on everything that needs one's attention-- but Elias has a lot of time on his hands. And these plush bathrobes really are very pleasant.
And, as he'd hoped, Timothy Stoker is right where he expected he would be. ]
Timothy. It's a pleasure to see you.
Spas haven't really been his thing in the past. One is kept busy, keeping an eye on everything that needs one's attention-- but Elias has a lot of time on his hands. And these plush bathrobes really are very pleasant.
And, as he'd hoped, Timothy Stoker is right where he expected he would be. ]
Timothy. It's a pleasure to see you.
[He's never quite sure who to expect when the spa doors slide open. Usually it's Kiryu, Norton's been by more often of late, and the occasional random Bargizen - but when Elias walks in, smug as anything, his eyes widen sharply.
And then narrow in cold fury.]
Mister Bouchard. [In that specifically British manner of politeness that just screams 'you utter cockstain'.] What do I owe this pleasure to?
And then narrow in cold fury.]
Mister Bouchard. [In that specifically British manner of politeness that just screams 'you utter cockstain'.] What do I owe this pleasure to?
At least the damn bug-in-a-box is good for something. Taylor uses it to intercept Tim when he passes near Kiryu's cabin, stepping into his path. She's not supposed to be out of bed, and looks like it, her face tense and shadowed with pain still.
And anger.
"What the fuck, Tim."
And anger.
"What the fuck, Tim."
Tim just wanted to go to the gym, and now there's a small and furious teenager glowering up at him, and even if his throat's been fixed up a bit he's feeling far more threatened by her than Envy.
"Hey, Taylor." His tone aims for blithely cheerful but falls a bit short since he's still a bit raspy, and instead he just kind of look worried. "You definitely look like you should still be in bed."
"Hey, Taylor." His tone aims for blithely cheerful but falls a bit short since he's still a bit raspy, and instead he just kind of look worried. "You definitely look like you should still be in bed."
[A couple of days after the events end, Rawne will show up at Jon's door.]
[And Tim opens it, because Martin's spending the majority of his time in Jon's room. He's not expecting Rawne though, and directs his gaze up to Rawne's face a bit quickly.]
...hey. [He's still hoarse, and feels like shit, but. It's down from a 9 to a 7.6.]
...hey. [He's still hoarse, and feels like shit, but. It's down from a 9 to a 7.6.]
On the third day, Jon’s body? Heals. His eyes are restored, his throat; he’s still in his bloody clothes but that’s to be expected.
What isn’t expected is that the only response is a twitch of his finger… and then he’s still again.
What isn’t expected is that the only response is a twitch of his finger… and then he’s still again.
The twitch of the finger actually makes Tim start, from where he's sitting on the end of Jon's bed (it's close, it's comfortable and honestly? It just feels safer). Because he hadn't expected movement whatsoever.
"Jon?" His legs wobble when he stands up, so he just kind of scoots down the bed to fold back theshroud washcloth they've used to cover his face, and. Tim's exhale might be a bit shaky, at seeing Jon's face intact again.
But. Jon's not moving. That was... that wasn't right, was it? He was supposed to be back.
His hand shakes a little, hesitance and exhaustion more than fear, but he carefully presses his fingers into Jon's neck, looking for a pulse.
"Jon?" His legs wobble when he stands up, so he just kind of scoots down the bed to fold back the
But. Jon's not moving. That was... that wasn't right, was it? He was supposed to be back.
His hand shakes a little, hesitance and exhaustion more than fear, but he carefully presses his fingers into Jon's neck, looking for a pulse.
Taylor wants to see your inmate in Zero.
[He's not even asking if she was involved or how she knows about it. He is aware of Bugs.]
[He's not even asking if she was involved or how she knows about it. He is aware of Bugs.]
...sure.
[Maybe it'll be good for them.]
But tell her I said no, make it like you're going behind my back. I think they'll both get a kick out of it.
[Maybe it'll be good for them.]
But tell her I said no, make it like you're going behind my back. I think they'll both get a kick out of it.
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