25 Unicorn Street, Saturday Evening
Sep. 8th, 2007 07:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
on_her_korhalIt had taken her a little time, but Kerrigan had found an old record player in town - it creaked and skipped, but that's what made it familiar. Besides, it meant she could play some of the few classic Earth records she'd found that she recognised. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed: the music was playing softly in the background of her bedroom (which still smelled of gun oil) as she composed a message on the recorder.
"Hey, Jimmy. I figured next to all the data I'm gathering I should probably keep up some kind of personal log. Uh. I was at this party yesterday - shut up - yes, I can tell what you're thinking even across universes, so you might as well stop trying.
I made friends. You can laugh now, because I'm kidding. There's this spy who's been trying to psych me, but beyond that, I haven't really met anyone besides the usual civilians with small talk to spare. I think you'd like the local sheriff, though -- oh, hell, who am I kidding. You'd probably deck him just on principle. Don't say you wouldn't, I know you. Space cowboy.
There's this kid called River, too; she's a teep. I met her on my first day. Such a sad girl, in her own way. Kind of reminds me of myself at that age, except she's doing a lot better at the freedom thing than I was, back then. She's a student at the school where I teach-- shut up. I've seen you with those marine cadets, Jimmy, you might be able to hit the broad side of a barn but you don't know the first thing about kids.
I've set up base camp in a busted up house. Occasionally I get visitors - and by 'occasionally', I mean I get more burglars -- well, burglars -- than an Old Family used to on Mar Sara. The landlord is a mercenary who lets me pay him in beer, which I figure is an arrangement that works on a lot of levels. I don't really pay him, he just takes the beer and I don't shoot him. Which works fine, as far as I'm concerned.
How are things down there? I know it's kind of stupid to ask since you'll get this after I already know, but... you know how things get. How's the push to Tarsonis going? I bet Arcturus is just aching to pull some move on the Confederates up there. Is Duke giving you any trouble? Be careful around that old rat, please. I don't trust that scumbag any further than I could throw him. I don't want you to get hurt while I'm stuck here, okay? I don't have a lot... I haven't been this isolated in a long while, it feels like the days before Fujita all over again-- I'm not sure I..."
She rewound the tape back to 'any trouble', then recorded over the original end of her message. "Punch him in the face for me. I'll be able to tell, trust me. And don't be a cowboy, Jimmy. It's tacky and stupid." She clicked it off, throwing on the password, then let herself fall backwards onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Letting the shadows fall across her, comforting as always, as she studiously kept from looking out the window.
The stars were all wrong here.
When the record player skipped to hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, she threw the voice recorder into the corner of the room, annoyed with herself beyond words. She rolled off the bed and stalked into the living room to place a call.
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"Hey, Jimmy. I figured next to all the data I'm gathering I should probably keep up some kind of personal log. Uh. I was at this party yesterday - shut up - yes, I can tell what you're thinking even across universes, so you might as well stop trying.
I made friends. You can laugh now, because I'm kidding. There's this spy who's been trying to psych me, but beyond that, I haven't really met anyone besides the usual civilians with small talk to spare. I think you'd like the local sheriff, though -- oh, hell, who am I kidding. You'd probably deck him just on principle. Don't say you wouldn't, I know you. Space cowboy.
There's this kid called River, too; she's a teep. I met her on my first day. Such a sad girl, in her own way. Kind of reminds me of myself at that age, except she's doing a lot better at the freedom thing than I was, back then. She's a student at the school where I teach-- shut up. I've seen you with those marine cadets, Jimmy, you might be able to hit the broad side of a barn but you don't know the first thing about kids.
I've set up base camp in a busted up house. Occasionally I get visitors - and by 'occasionally', I mean I get more burglars -- well, burglars -- than an Old Family used to on Mar Sara. The landlord is a mercenary who lets me pay him in beer, which I figure is an arrangement that works on a lot of levels. I don't really pay him, he just takes the beer and I don't shoot him. Which works fine, as far as I'm concerned.
How are things down there? I know it's kind of stupid to ask since you'll get this after I already know, but... you know how things get. How's the push to Tarsonis going? I bet Arcturus is just aching to pull some move on the Confederates up there. Is Duke giving you any trouble? Be careful around that old rat, please. I don't trust that scumbag any further than I could throw him. I don't want you to get hurt while I'm stuck here, okay? I don't have a lot... I haven't been this isolated in a long while, it feels like the days before Fujita all over again-- I'm not sure I..."
She rewound the tape back to 'any trouble', then recorded over the original end of her message. "Punch him in the face for me. I'll be able to tell, trust me. And don't be a cowboy, Jimmy. It's tacky and stupid." She clicked it off, throwing on the password, then let herself fall backwards onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Letting the shadows fall across her, comforting as always, as she studiously kept from looking out the window.
The stars were all wrong here.
When the record player skipped to hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, she threw the voice recorder into the corner of the room, annoyed with herself beyond words. She rolled off the bed and stalked into the living room to place a call.
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