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returnjourneylogs2022-02-17 10:38 pm
rank1) wrote in returnjourneylogs2022-02-17 10:38 pm
#4
Passengers: Travis and Jack, and any warden who wishes for them to shut up, and Travis and Alice
Location: Solitary
Date: Feb 17th
Summary: Jailhouse chatter
Warnings: None yet
For Jack:
Travis is bored, as Travis is wont to be in these situations.
He peers out of the cell, face pressed up against it so that he can see as far as he can. It's not that far, but it's better than nothing. Can't see any cameras, anyway. Doesn't sound like anyone is around.
"Hey Jack," he calls, curious. "You still in here?"
For Alice:
It's been days.
In this time, Travis has discovered several things:
1. He has not been without high-speed internet for 72 hours since the dial-up days. Sure, there's been a few dodgy moments here or there, like the eighteen hours he spent in jail for that stupid fucking misdemeanor a few years back, or the four excruciating days where he only had one bar on his cracked cell phone, but this has been forever. Actually, has it been forever? How many days has it been?
2. William has a balding patch on the back of his head.
3. Most adults don't have hobbies. It's just work and family and work and family and work and family and endless reruns of the million cable TV procedurals while they get to level 7854 in Candy Crush. (Okay, maybe the last one is a hobby. But not one Travis respects.) Travis, on the other hand, has so many hobbies that being forced to sit on his hands for days feels like an existential crisis. Were the work + family people right to train themselves on a baseline level of daily boredom and drudgery? Who is he without his hobbies?
4. In December 2009, James Cameron released Avatar, a CG monstrosity that could be otherwise be titled Dances With Blue People, shattering box office records. Despite this, over a decade later, Travis cannot remember the name of a single character or line of dialogue from the movie, and trying to recall a single thing about it is starting to feel like the real torture of solitary. ("Sigourney Weaver" is not a character name, but it is a nice interlude to think about how good she looks in an half-way unbuttoned shirt and frustration on her voice.)
5. Following that last note on #4, it is surprisingly hard to jerk off in solitary, as he is simultaneously in what is essentially a private room, and also very very very observed. On the other hand, his imagination is practically a superpower.
6. He misses his cat so much it feels physically painful. Is it crazy to think you were a cat in another life, and that's why you love this little creature so much? Yeah, probably. But that's what it feels like.
7. He likes the name Alice, but in a bittersweet way. He thinks he's going to keep calling her AQ.
Anyway.
"Didn't get her, huh?" he says to her, through the bars. Disappointed but not surprised. "She's safe, though, yeah?"
The cat is foam, but a foam effigy of his cat is still his cat.
Location: Solitary
Date: Feb 17th
Summary: Jailhouse chatter
Warnings: None yet
For Jack:
Travis is bored, as Travis is wont to be in these situations.
He peers out of the cell, face pressed up against it so that he can see as far as he can. It's not that far, but it's better than nothing. Can't see any cameras, anyway. Doesn't sound like anyone is around.
"Hey Jack," he calls, curious. "You still in here?"
For Alice:
It's been days.
In this time, Travis has discovered several things:
1. He has not been without high-speed internet for 72 hours since the dial-up days. Sure, there's been a few dodgy moments here or there, like the eighteen hours he spent in jail for that stupid fucking misdemeanor a few years back, or the four excruciating days where he only had one bar on his cracked cell phone, but this has been forever. Actually, has it been forever? How many days has it been?
2. William has a balding patch on the back of his head.
3. Most adults don't have hobbies. It's just work and family and work and family and work and family and endless reruns of the million cable TV procedurals while they get to level 7854 in Candy Crush. (Okay, maybe the last one is a hobby. But not one Travis respects.) Travis, on the other hand, has so many hobbies that being forced to sit on his hands for days feels like an existential crisis. Were the work + family people right to train themselves on a baseline level of daily boredom and drudgery? Who is he without his hobbies?
4. In December 2009, James Cameron released Avatar, a CG monstrosity that could be otherwise be titled Dances With Blue People, shattering box office records. Despite this, over a decade later, Travis cannot remember the name of a single character or line of dialogue from the movie, and trying to recall a single thing about it is starting to feel like the real torture of solitary. ("Sigourney Weaver" is not a character name, but it is a nice interlude to think about how good she looks in an half-way unbuttoned shirt and frustration on her voice.)
5. Following that last note on #4, it is surprisingly hard to jerk off in solitary, as he is simultaneously in what is essentially a private room, and also very very very observed. On the other hand, his imagination is practically a superpower.
6. He misses his cat so much it feels physically painful. Is it crazy to think you were a cat in another life, and that's why you love this little creature so much? Yeah, probably. But that's what it feels like.
7. He likes the name Alice, but in a bittersweet way. He thinks he's going to keep calling her AQ.
Anyway.
"Didn't get her, huh?" he says to her, through the bars. Disappointed but not surprised. "She's safe, though, yeah?"
The cat is foam, but a foam effigy of his cat is still his cat.
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Alice holds the commlink up across the bars: One fake cat, photographed beside an Automat cup, as if about to drink. Is this the saddest thing she's done this week? No. That was asking William, who can probably still — taste colour, or whatever — whether he'd seen Travis' foam pussy.
"— And I still have no idea what movie that is, but the library says she plays Grace Augustine." Alice slips the screen back into her pocket. "Which is the last thing I'm looking up for you, because I think I found furries."
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“Cute,” he says, peering at it unblinking so he can sear it into his memory. And then, with a raised brow: “What do you have against furries? They’re some of the most genuine people I’ve ever met.”
Not like those fucking cosplayers.
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This is a distinctly uncharitable way to describe one mutually weird night in Antarctica, but she's not feeling the most charitable towards Quentin right now.
"You really messed with Waver, you know. He's like, a teacher. You beat up a teacher."
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The second point has him easing up from the bars.
“I’ll get back in his good graces,” he replies. How, he has no clue. Hasn’t even given that part an iota of thought. “He spinning out over it?”
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"Do you even want his good graces?"
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“If he’ll teach me magic like he offered, yeah,” he replies. “Why’d he apologize? He fought pretty admirably until it was too much for him.”
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"Well. More hurt?" Alice glances away. "I don't know, you know how people are. It's like — did you ever really fuck up a job? One you cared about."
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