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[Lookie here, it's Tommy, looking shaken as hell. Makes sense, he's lost more of his people recently and he's NOT doing okay. So you know what that means! Tommy needs a fucking project, and he thinks he's moving on pretty well with the one he's got.]

Yo. So know how I was looking for help making some sorta hydroponics shit in the hangars of at least the Twin Roses and possibly some other ships if people want it? Think I've found people to help me make it. Just...

Turns out we need parts. And one of the dudes helping me? He's stuffy and NOT cool with me taking things out of abandoned buildings if they can be salvaged and lots of other shit and well, anyway some of the stuff we'll need is apparently small and custom.

So basically I'm supposed to ask if, seeing as that replicator thing is now here and all that shit, people might be willing to help out by donating a replication or two a month to helping us replicate packages of the small parts that are important for the drip irrigation something or other thingamabob.

Think about it, bros and bros who aren't amab or who are agender and fuck backtrack need something better. Okay, think about it my fellow kidnapees. Fresh produce. On ship. Whenever they kidnap us.

Hell, I'll even tend it when we're not on ships. If you want your ship to have a hydroponics thing. Just let me in once a 60hr cycle and I'll fucking tend the hell out of those bitches.

Anyway. Uh, call me?

[And he shuts the thing off before he can sound stupider. Dammit!]

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[ He won't even comment on that. There are no set laws on this planet and they both know that. But this is just Tommy trying to redirect the attention. Not necessarily a healthy way of dealing with anything.

Scowling, the Archivist focuses, deciding to try and see if simple compulsion works on the mutant. If it does, Tommy might not even realize just what the Archivist is attempting to do.

The command is spoken in a very deliberate manner. ]

What happened? Tell me.

[No, he might not realize, but he's definitely going to question it later. And maybe some day decide that Jon is worse than blue-drink.]

Hux yelled at me. Because I got verbally strong armed into getting help from someone else for a project, which is stupid, because Hux sure as fuck took the project from my brother in the first place.

[ Jon quietly processes the information with a frown. ]

Hux. Altair’s partner... I heard he can be pretty strong-willed, yes.

[ That’s more of an observation. Though it is a bit troublesome that a little conflict gets to Tommy to such a degree. Jon slowly walks around the counter, approaching the mutant. ]

You sure have a talent for picking fights... But more importantly: Do you need help sorting the matter out with him? Altair likely will have to deal with the other end of the argument anyway. Filling him in on what happened could help all of you.

Party Man's what now?

[Tommy stares in shock. He didn't know someone as cool as Altair was with someone as... disappointing as Hux.]

I didn't fucking pick a fight with him. I make a mistake. And he started shouting at me.

[And again, that shiver of fear, old and yet still leaving blazing trails in his mind. It's been years, but the damage is still there.]

It's not my place to get in their personal business as a couple or whatever.

Then I will let Altair know to expect Hux being upset when he gets home. And why.

[ And yes, he does pull out his phone to start typing. ]

Though knowing Altair, he might rather hear it from you. He wouldn't want either of you being upset. Especially not with one another. We all make mistakes, but they hardly justify being shouted at.

[ Though at the same time Jon is well aware how Tommy can be: Difficult. ]

[Wow, you fucking MEDDLE don't you?]

I don't think Altair should really have to be involved in this, okay? If the guy is with Wannabe Frank, then he should be in Wannabe's corner.

[Everyone is just giving him the worst stress and headaches right now, and Tommy doesn't want to talk. He just wanted a hydroponics bay for food and for Wanda to enjoy.]

[ Well, he disagrees. ]

You know, these sort of problems might get less out of hand if you tried to talk to people without speeding ahead in the discourse, cut out the name-calling and the rash assumptions.

No one is your enemy, Tommy, but you don't exactly make it easy for anyone yourself.

[Who said he'd sped ahead in the conversation? And fucking hell, he does nicknames, that's just what he does.]

You know what, you and him seem to be the only ones who have a fucking problem with me.

[ There's a difference between nicknames and insults, Tommy~ ]

You're avoiding the issue again by attempting to reroute the matter and passing out blame.

Confrontations are normal. No one likes them, but we all have to deal with them. But rather than dealing with the one that left you this worked up, you are already picking the next fight.

[ Frankly, he's not even sure why he's trying to help you. He could simply sit down and wallow in your anxiety instead. You make a great meal, boy. ]

[He really is trying to avoid the issue. The guy triggered all the worst memories of growing up and Tommy hates him for it. Hux had... had rendered him a scared little kid. He's fought the end of the world, multiple times. And HUX got him down by only shouting. It's not that easy.]

I can deal with plenty of confrontations. I'd be a shit hero if I couldn't. You're the one here trying to start a fight. I've got friends, I do friend well. He's the one that flipped out. And you're the one that came here to, what, make me feel bad? News flash, I already feel like shit, because I fell through with doing something to make the woman that isn't my Mom feel a bit better after she keeps losing people she loves. And it's my fault. Because it's always my fault.

Why is it always your fault?

[ Yes, he will simply ignore the rest. As all that is clearly meant to start more arguing. ]

[Tommy sighs and shakes his head.]

I'm a fuck up. You've noticed it, right?

No. I noticed you're headstrong.

[ From one stubborn person to the other. ]

[Tommy sighs. What... what else has he got? If he hadn't been headstrong, if he hadn't DECIDED he has to be head strong, then he wouldn't have survived his life until now.]

That isn't a bad thing

I didn't say it is.

[ Though by personal experience Jon is aware that it's not always healthy.

And yet there it is again. This certain type of fear that just keeps lingering around Tommy. Not quite the Lonely. Not quite the Spiral either. But traits of both twisting together with those of the Eye. And then there is the Vast... But that one makes sense. Tommy has been putting it well on display during the party just how worried he is about his own insignificance. ]

Also it may be something strange for me to say, but I wish I could help you with those fears of yours.

[No. No. The very suggestion, correct though it is, that Tommy's afraid of anything puts more steel in his spine and anger flashing in his eyes. No, he's not afraid of anything. And if he was, he'd never admit it to this creepy old man. Bad enough that Billy and Teddy have gotten to see the glimpses of it that they have. Or that he flipped out the first time they were trapped in the ships. No, Tommy would never admit to the weakness that is fear.]

Like hell I'm afraid of anything. This place has nothing to throw at me that I can't handle.

[Except the, you know, ones he already alluded to near Jon before. The absolute waste he felt he was without his powers. The isolation. The lack of purpose. And this... The fears of his own past and the way it affected him.]

I believe I already mentioned that I can see fear. And I do not speak of the sort of fear induced by anything a planet may throw at you. These are deep, primordial fears.

[ And he will not mention that he literally feeds on them. ]

[Yeah, Tommy was trying to ignore the 'seeing fear' thing because he doesn't want to be afraid. All Tommy can do is almost snarl, baring his teeth.]

I'm afraid of nothing.

[ And all Jon can do is sigh mildly before he answers calmly, making sure to avoid turning his assumptions into questions. ]

Then you don't mind having your secrets exposed, I take it. Having yourself judged. Being made aware of your own insignificance. Finding yourself entirely alone and lost, forgotten by those you care about...

Very well.

[Yep, definitely a spike of fear. But a bit less over the insignificance. He's MOSTLY come to terms with that. It's the secrets that really burn in him the worst. And the being alone, because... he felt that already.]

Do you just get off on this? On people being scared?

[ It's easy enough to tell just when Tommy reacts to his words. ]

Do I look as if I do?

Dude, I got no clue. But weird people get off on weird things.

[It's defensive, really. Maybe if he offends Jon who is asking questions that are TOO GOOD, the guy will go away.]

Maybe I just feed on it and you turn out to be a very wholesome meal.

[ He decides to offer the truth in a way that makes it hardly believable. ]

[What? Dude, that sounds stupid, even to him.]

Your teeth are too nice to be a parasite like that.

Why, thank you.

[ And yet it's the truth. ]

Though to rest your mind, I have no intention to pull your secrets from your mind and lay them out for everyone to see. But they are weighing you down, Tommy.

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