hadriel | Dirty Laundry [video]

[Seel's at the speakeasy, a glass of something very alcohol next to him, having run out of booze at home. It's obvious he's been there for a while as the mound of ash and spent cigarette butts is piled high. There's nothing quite like having to kill your best friend to really hammer home just how much your life sucks. This time at least, Seel's spreading the wealth. Be thankful he doesn't have dirt on the rest of you.

His words aren't exactly properly enunciated after that much alcohol, but at least cloud of smoke around him was dissipating into the rest of the speakeasy.]

I hear Pell's been here a while. You all probably think of him as a nice, upstanding member of your delinquent little society you've built here. I'm here to set the record straight. Nice people don't knock up their one night stands and then try to hide and pay off their dirty little secret. Your marriage is the most disgusting affront I've ever seen and your consort is a manipulative, conniving bitch. Cause that's what happens when you knock up gold digging rock stars. You marry them and they make your life hell and glue diamonds to their nails.

And then to top it all off you invite Cal to become Tigron with you? That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Pell's King of the World. And apparently Calanthe too--because all you need to do to get promoted is to become a lunatic, and a murderer. That's exactly who I would want to be in charge of things.

Oh, and Pell? While he thought you were dead, your beloved was knocking boots with Terzian. You know, the stone hard killer who liked to eat people and collected vats of blood? Their child looks exactly like him.

The rest of you? Pell has a fetish for blondes. Anyone thinking about bleaching their hair? Don't.

Anyone have any more cigarettes?

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[The drinking is definitely not helping. While Seel is a douche, he at least tries to control his assholeness more or less while sober.]

Why, there's nothing else to do here.

Because you're being a huge jerk for like, no reason. These sorts of 'weh weh so-and-so's a dick at home' posts kind of don't go over great.

[He's seen it before; it's bad stuff.]

[Considering Pell just got kicked him out of his house, this guy's probably right.]

Consider it a warning then.

You look blonde.

That's because I'm pretty blond.

Also not too worried about it.

[He's pretty sure he would've figured it out by now if Pell were interested in him, and even if he was it's not like it'd matter too much.]

No, I don't suppose he can knock you up, can he?

[Seel sets down the drink. Maybe he's listening?]

What else am I supposed to do here?

Uh, I hope not. No one would want to deal with me being that kind of hormonal.

[Also, ew, which is why the joke was even more necessary than it would've already been.]

I dunno, depends on what you normally do and what you want to accomplish? And I mean, I guess it's not even that bad to spend your time drinking as long as you like... Hide your phone first, or something.

[Seel had to smile at that, despite his blood alcohol level and situation. He'd been in a similar situation, and his hormone levels pretty bad. You think Seel's mean now?]

I'm a politican, stuck here in a place that doesn't have any rules, form of government, and the only ones from my home are from over 30 years in the past.

What do I want to accomplish.

How about anything?

[Seel was at least starting to reconsider his drink, or at least how much he had of it. ]

What do you do as a politician? Like, what drove you to become one; did you want to help people, or make changes to the system, or what?

[Because figuring out something to apply that underlying reason to is the goal here.]

[He looked at his drink, deciding he better at least finish it, and knocked it back.]

A society that started out as chaotic violence incarnate. I wanted to change that. And partly because I wasn't given a choice in the matter.

[Seel looked unhappily at his now empty glass.]

Well uh, I dunno if you've noticed where you are or what the situation is here, but...

[Kind of seems like a good fit for that sort of goal, even down the not having much of a choice part.]

[Even in his alcohol buzzed brain, he could see the connection. It wasn't like his world, and things wouldn't be as neatly arranged for him. Was it even possible?]

This place already water, the gods supply food, functioning sewer systems.

[Still he was forming ideas. He wasn't a farmer, but if they could get something more started, they could rely less on the gods and more on themselves. There was water for irrigation systems in the dam. He vaguely wondered if the gods could provide some livestock for them to use.]

I suppose that could work....

[Chris just lets him thinks that through for a minute, despite the initial seemingly half-hearted protests, and then grins encouragingly.]

I mean like, even if it isn't huge infrastructure things, there are still smaller projects that are just as important too. I'm sure you can figure out something helpful, especially since you've got experience.

I don't suppose you have any suggestions?

[For as good as Seel's ideas might be, they were still larger scale than what may or may not be possible in Hadriel. Chris had been there longer, and might have a better idea of what could be done, or what would be helpful. Besides, Seel was a big believer in that the people directed government, not the other way around.]

I mean, aside from like... Helping with stuff that's going and figuring out how to make them more effective, or gathering information, or stuff like that I'm not totally sure. But um, you could always ask people here what they want to see?

[Mostly because it's been awhile since that topic's really gone around, so Chris isn't entirely sure himself.]

Well, thanks for the suggestions. Maybe I'll see you around when I can actually stand up.

[ As much as he might want too, he's reluctant to as Chris for help. Considering he already asked Cal and he was not exactly amicable toward the idea. He'd have to wiat till he was sober to figure out where the hell his house was, get the box of stuff Pell deposited outside the front door and find an empty place to crash.]

Yeah, same. Drink some water, okay?

[That's most of the help he can give, anyway. Besides, no better lesson not to overdrink and say mean things about your friends than having to sleep at the bar, right?]

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