Deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Sunday afternoon

[betterthanaplan]

So after yesterday's picnic, Duke had seriously considered raising anchor and just getting the hell back out of Fandom while the going was still good. Unfortunately, he still needed supplies and at least a little more socialization before he was ready to hit the seas again, and an island so small it didn't even show up on any maps was the best damn hiding spot he was going to get from the various and sundry people who either wanted to arrest or kill him.

He was definitely not going to teach a class at the high school though. Certainly not one about piracy. That was just -- people hadn't trusted him around kids when he was a kid. It was clearly nonsense.

Having spent the morning on various repairs and maintenance around his ship, he headed into town for groceries around noon, then set up his small grill on deck to make some lamb shashlik and vegetables. After a couple weeks of living on fish and jerky, kebabs were right up his alley.

[open! Duke's boat's deck is visible and easily accessible from land. Think of it like someone's front patio or driveway, only furnished with crates and random thrifted benches and things.]

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[biotic_psychotic]

Jack snorted, "Shit yes they are. They're fucking teenagers, man, it don't take astrophysics to figure 'em out. It just takes paying attention. The kids here are from every-damn-where-and-when. Still just kids, still all of 'em some sort of fucked up if for no other reason than they're a teenager and their brain's a chemical stew for a few years until their hormones figure their shit out." She lifted a shoulder, "They all deserve a chance."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke raised his hands. “Not arguing. Just surprised no one’s come up with some kind of pill for it or something.” He tilted his head. “So the future. We talking more Galaxy Quest, all fancy and diplomatic, or more of a Space Battles kind of thing with giant, galaxy-spanning civil wars?”

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack looked at him for a moment. She'd seen both of those movies. Jack watched a lot of TV through the nights when she wasn't sleeping. "Both, in a way. Mostly fancy and diplomatic. More than a few sentient races. Galaxy-spanning wars, sure. Nothing really civil about 'em, not ever. Last one was just.. fuck, was it only two years ago?" She rubbed a hand over her head, "Feels longer. That's fucking weird. Humans are mostly still humans, some of us got weird fucking mutations that make us able to do things your average human can't, and that went over about as well as every 'different than average human' bullshit ever has in the history of Earth anywhere."

A shrug, "We don't have cool laser swords where I'm from and I'm fuckin' jealous about it. There's people here who are from somewhere so close to Space Battles that watching it makes them turn green and vomit because those civil wars? They were in 'em." She was quiet for a minute, "You're going to find a lot of veterans on this island, Duke. Like I said, almost everyone came through some shit before they came here. Even the kids."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke twitched just a little at “weird fucking mutations”, his father’s warnings about “those people” and the Rev’s about “the ungodly” ringing in his head.

Which made the second time in two days this place had reminded him of his damn father, making it twice too many. And he could really do without thinking of the Rev pretty much ever again.

He shook his head. “Don’t need planet-hopping or time travel for that, sweetheart. Everyone’s gone through something right here at home, too.”

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack snorted loudly at 'sweetheart'. Really now. "Like I said, everyone's got their own shit, right? Don't need to be a war to fuck 'em right up. Also especially the kids." She sat back and threw him a curious look, "You seriously gonna argue with the moose about a teaching assignment? Cuz that'll be a thing to see."

[betterthanaplan]

“. . . Please tell me that’s a colorful nickname.”

Anywhere else he’d just assume it was. Something told him Fandom was just a little more literal than that.

[biotic_psychotic]

"Nope," Jack said brightly, "Actual goddamn talking moose. He's great." He was a pain in the ass but she'd never had a problem with him, personally.

Yet.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke watched closely for any hint she was kidding, then let his head drop into his hands.

“I am going to need so much bourbon.”

[biotic_psychotic]

"You're in luck," Jack drawled, "We got two pretty decent bars on the island. Carita's and Devil's Nest. I work at the 'Nest on Wednesdays. We just got an axe throwing range because I guess getting people good and liquored and putting sharp weapons in their hands to throw is a good idea." She shook her head, "Fucking Northman."

"Until then.." Jack rummaged in the pocket of her cargo pants and offered him a flask. Offered it to him, "Want?"

[betterthanaplan]

"There is axe throwing? I thought for sure Magnus just kind of hauled off and started throwing them and didn't get thrown out."

He accepted the flask and offered her a toast. "'Preciate it. Ran out of the good stuff around Georgia."

Evi had run off with most of that stuff, too.

[biotic_psychotic]

"There's axe throwing," Jack confirmed with a chuckle, "But it's Magnus and that's a fair assessment. I've never met him in person but I've seen him around and he's on the radio often enough. He's one of the teachers too."

The stuff in the flask was very good stuff. Jack would cheerfully drink rotgut but what she kept in her flask was smooth as silk and kicked like ten mules. "Georgia the state or Georgia the 'it wants to be a country but Russia'?" she inquired curiously. No judgment, she just didn't know which he meant.

[betterthanaplan]

"The state. I came up from Brazil." Duke took a sip from the flask. "Damn, that's good." He held it back out for Jack. "And Georgia is a country. Трахни Россию.*"

[* Fuck Russia]

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack took the flask back, saluted him and took a slug. "I don't bother carrying crap around." She snorted, "That place has been a country and then been absorbed and then been a country again so many times I can't keep it straight. But yeah, fuck Russia. That place is a total shithole. Got some nice architecture, though, I'll give it that. It's not much different in my time but there's less country bullshit. The Alliance kind of made everyone play nice in the sandbox, for all the good that ever did anyone."

[betterthanaplan]

"See, that's what always gets me about sci-fi. I've been all around this planet. I'm not sure there's anything that could actually get people to forget about the country bullshit."

[biotic_psychotic]

"I mean," Jack drawled, "the country bullshit pales in comparison to being bigots toward other sentient races. The colonialist attitude started a frickin' war when humans stuck a flag on a planet that was a protectorate of a race who had - and still has - the best trained military fleet in Citadel space. Wasn't the attitude that changed, just the scope of the game."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke nodded slowly. “Humans are still dicks, then. Guess I can’t argue with that.”

[biotic_psychotic]

"Every species has their share of dicks," Jack noted with a shrug, "I'm biased. Weren't any of the other species in my galaxy who messed my shit up. Humans just got this attitude though, you know? Like.. we were the last fucking sentient race to show up and yet we rock on in like we're better'n everyone." She snorted, "We're one of the shorter lived races, too so that's pretty damn funny."

[betterthanaplan]

“Yeah, well. Can’t beat us for sheer fucking bravado.”

Ugh. People.

[biotic_psychotic]

"You've clearly never met a Krogan," Jack drawled, and then chuckled. "You'd probably like them. They're a helluva lot of fun." Offered him the flask back, "Brazil, huh? That's the place with the big damn carnival?"

[betterthanaplan]

“Lots of places have big damn carnivals,” Duke said. “But yeah, Brazil’s are some of the biggest.”

[biotic_psychotic]

"Are there clowns at theirs?" Jack asked suspiciously. She hated clowns. They were creepy.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke snorted. “Not that kind of carnival. But there are usually a lot of costumes and make up.” He spread his hands. “It’s more of a big, kinda raunchy party. Getting all their sins of the flesh in before they have to play nice for Lent.”

[biotic_psychotic]

"My kind of party," Jack said with approval, "Those are always fun. Never been to Brazil. Mexico once, not that long ago. Not for a party, though. We were chocolate shopping, if you can fuckin' believe it."

Kanan and his mushy Valentine. Ugh.

[betterthanaplan]

“I’ve heard of worse reasons to go to Mexico.” Most of them involving illegal activities, natch. “Brazil’s nice.” He frowned. “Not sure I can go back to Rio anytime soon, though.”

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack gave him a raised-eyebrow look. "Leave in a hurry, didja?"