"Do you think I'm at risk of hurting anyone because of my stance on my own personhood?" That question is so, so quiet. The sort of quiet that makes anything feel more serious, like a child whispering their most solemn secret to a trusted adult.
Erin gives this serious consideration; a minute into an a long and silent Think, the knife starts dancing around her hand again.
"That's difficult for me to answer," she says at last. "Not least because I barely know you. If I'm being honest I still emotionally conceive of you as a person, because you meet me a lot of what I think of as the markers of personhood. But like...I would assume a talking book is a person, my definition is rather fuckin' broad. So let's reframe my statement instead, yeah?"
The blade gleams merrily in the light of Erin's gunpowder. The scent of sandalwood drifts into the room.
"The people I've talked about conceive of not being people because they've been hurt; further, their essential needs aren't being met. They're deprived: of food or shelter, of safety, of agency over their lives, of community, of love. Their decision not to identify as people is a symptom of this deprivation; so is the harm. Some hurt themselves to escape it, and might even die. Others, to feel powerful, to feel in control, think of themselves as more than people, and hurt others to demonstrate their power. I used to...I still do that. You've expressed needs that are not met, at home. How's that going here?"
"Ask me that again after the next shore excursion where we're encouraged to kill one another. This moment might be safe enough. That doesn't mean things will stay that way. The battle royale showed what's possible, here. I had flashbacks during it, up until I was killed."
And it is at least self-aware enough to name those as flashbacks. At least. With her. Here in privacy.
"I have those too," Erin admits in a soft murmur. "And it explains a lot of why you were so jumpy at the beach. With a gun to hand."
Erin sighs. "I wish Ramona could have this conversation. Like she's had so many with me. I...well, I feel a bit like the blind leading the blind here, SecUnit. It's taken me so goddamn long to even start trying to heal. To look for my renewal instead of cheap thrills. I still love cheap thrills and I've got to figure out how much they factor into my life these days, but... you're asking questions that have beat the ass of philosophy since humans could talk."
She raises her head. "But... There's never going to be a good time to ask. Not here, not at home. It sucks to have to work on your shit while you're living under siege but that part I'm good at. So I'm gonna ask a hard question, and I want you to really think about it. Work on it with others if you like. What is it you really want? Try to imagine a you that's happy with you."
"Don't." There's a much briefer pause as it deconstructs language briefly, then gives up on proper grammar. "Don't not bring it up again. It hurts. It hurts a lot, but I don't know that that's a reason not to."
"You're braver than I was. When Ramona asked me that question I became her first subject since she became Queen of Spring to hit her right in the face," Erin confesses, frankly. "...Still, what I said about there being no rush is true. I've had something like two years to sit on this question and if I'm being generous I've got maybe a third of an answer, mostly about who I don't want to be. That, too, is important to know...but it's incomplete."
She sighs. "SecUnit...there won't be a time when you have peace and safety enough to solely work on yourself. There just won't be. If you wait for your perfect moment, you'll wait forever. Consider that, alongside the question. You've got to live on this fuckass boat next to all of the rest of us, after all. Just like we have to live next to you."
"You'll find quickly that I'm not going to ask," Erin replies in a soft voice. "If you want to share, I'll listen, but the Lost don't ask. In that way we ensure that we won't be asked in turn."
"I don't know the actor or the role. So...yes, let me see it as it is." It pulls out its media player, offering it to Erin. "There's enough room for us to share the bed without touching, if you want."
"Genuinely appreciate the offer but hand to God I'm enjoying floor time. This boat has been the most floor time I've gotten in fucking months and it pleases my lizard brain. The floor is my ally."
Erin does, however, shrug out of her armor in a series of motions that each get their own grunt. The layers under it are utilitarian, hard-wearing and comfortable.
"It'll take you to a menu. Just hit play and let's do an it."
"I also have hooded sweatshirts that would be large enough for you to swim in. Cozy as fuck." That thought is discarded, though, as the movie starts. Like a Toreador gawking at the Mona Lisa, it is immediately caught up in the spectacle.
Erin makes good on her promise of entombment; by the time the end credits roll she is as unto a swaddled babe, more blanket than human, with only her head poking out. She looks as relaxed as SecUnit has ever seen her, smiling a small and completely unselfconscious smile.
"When you're a professional pirate..." She sings to herself, and then her ears twitch. "I'm guessing nothing horrific showed up, so: thoughts?"
"I keep hearing that name," Erin muses. "The way I keep hearing it suggests to me that I'm gonna end up stabbing that man, but I suppose we'll find out if he attends the viewing. You got a history with the gentleman, SecUnit?"
"Not too much of one. He's kind-hearted and encouraging, offering 'therapy sessions' and planning parties. He's also willfully ignoring problems around him. If you stab him, you'll draw his partner's ire, Captain Blackbeard. But he's old and slow; you'd have him in a fight easily, I think. I did."
It shrugs. "Anyway, yeah, Stede's...not someone for whom I hold a lot of respect."
"...Buddy, I'm supposed to plan parties. I came here and asked for your assistance in planning a party. You just watched one of two films that will feature. At the party. Which I'm planning."
"It isn't the parties in themselves that I'm criticizing. I think having parties helps release tension. Really, it's his denial of things like 'oh, that guy Hiram who signed up for your little on-ship pirate crew is actually the Captain's human form'. That is sort of a big deal. And what got me into the fistfight with Blackbeard, who doesn't want anyone to make Stede look like an idiot."
"Godddd. I need to meet Blackbeard, and I will have no dignity that entire time."
The blanket moves shapelessly. A gesture?
"The other feature presentation is Muppet Christmas Carol. Concerns a rich man terrorized by ghosts into treating the poor well. Also high up on my favorites, even if these days I'm realizing I've been Scrooge for uh... awhile."
"I think I've heard of Christmas before somewhere..." But it's not entirely sure. "That said, even ghosts couldn't get the rich assholes of the Corporate Rim to treat their laborers better."
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Date: 2022-09-25 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-09-25 11:52 pm (UTC)"That's difficult for me to answer," she says at last. "Not least because I barely know you. If I'm being honest I still emotionally conceive of you as a person, because you meet me a lot of what I think of as the markers of personhood. But like...I would assume a talking book is a person, my definition is rather fuckin' broad. So let's reframe my statement instead, yeah?"
The blade gleams merrily in the light of Erin's gunpowder. The scent of sandalwood drifts into the room.
"The people I've talked about conceive of not being people because they've been hurt; further, their essential needs aren't being met. They're deprived: of food or shelter, of safety, of agency over their lives, of community, of love. Their decision not to identify as people is a symptom of this deprivation; so is the harm. Some hurt themselves to escape it, and might even die. Others, to feel powerful, to feel in control, think of themselves as more than people, and hurt others to demonstrate their power. I used to...I still do that. You've expressed needs that are not met, at home. How's that going here?"
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Date: 2022-09-26 03:14 am (UTC)And it is at least self-aware enough to name those as flashbacks. At least. With her. Here in privacy.
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Date: 2022-09-26 03:37 am (UTC)Erin sighs. "I wish Ramona could have this conversation. Like she's had so many with me. I...well, I feel a bit like the blind leading the blind here, SecUnit. It's taken me so goddamn long to even start trying to heal. To look for my renewal instead of cheap thrills. I still love cheap thrills and I've got to figure out how much they factor into my life these days, but... you're asking questions that have beat the ass of philosophy since humans could talk."
She raises her head. "But... There's never going to be a good time to ask. Not here, not at home. It sucks to have to work on your shit while you're living under siege but that part I'm good at. So I'm gonna ask a hard question, and I want you to really think about it. Work on it with others if you like. What is it you really want? Try to imagine a you that's happy with you."
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Date: 2022-09-26 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-09-26 03:54 am (UTC)She sighs. "Like I said before: we are none of us sovereign. Even the lonely are not alone. I won't bring it up again."
She gestures at the DVDs. A peace offering.
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Date: 2022-09-26 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-09-26 04:34 am (UTC)She sighs. "SecUnit...there won't be a time when you have peace and safety enough to solely work on yourself. There just won't be. If you wait for your perfect moment, you'll wait forever. Consider that, alongside the question. You've got to live on this fuckass boat next to all of the rest of us, after all. Just like we have to live next to you."
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Date: 2022-09-26 04:37 am (UTC)A pause, a glance in Erin's direction. "I told her about what I was flashing back to."
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Date: 2022-09-26 04:42 am (UTC)The knife vanishes back from whence it came.
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Date: 2022-09-26 04:52 am (UTC)It shakes its head. "Would you rather stop this conversation and just watch the movies?"
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Date: 2022-09-26 05:27 am (UTC)"...I was going to ask if you mind me singing along but this is your first time. You need the unvarnished glory of Tim Curry as Long John Silver."
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Date: 2022-09-26 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-09-26 06:05 am (UTC)Erin does, however, shrug out of her armor in a series of motions that each get their own grunt. The layers under it are utilitarian, hard-wearing and comfortable.
"It'll take you to a menu. Just hit play and let's do an it."
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Date: 2022-09-26 06:12 am (UTC)Even as it asks, it's going to hit the play.
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Date: 2022-09-26 06:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-09-26 06:59 am (UTC)"I also have hooded sweatshirts that would be large enough for you to swim in. Cozy as fuck." That thought is discarded, though, as the movie starts. Like a Toreador gawking at the Mona Lisa, it is immediately caught up in the spectacle.
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Date: 2022-09-26 07:30 am (UTC)"When you're a professional pirate..." She sings to herself, and then her ears twitch. "I'm guessing nothing horrific showed up, so: thoughts?"
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Date: 2022-09-26 07:37 am (UTC)It's sorry, that is something that needed to be said before anything else came out of its mind.
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Date: 2022-09-26 08:13 am (UTC)It shrugs. "Anyway, yeah, Stede's...not someone for whom I hold a lot of respect."
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Date: 2022-09-26 02:54 pm (UTC)The blanket moves shapelessly. A gesture?
"The other feature presentation is Muppet Christmas Carol. Concerns a rich man terrorized by ghosts into treating the poor well. Also high up on my favorites, even if these days I'm realizing I've been Scrooge for uh... awhile."
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