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[madaboutit]

No wonder Annie's trying to get up on him all the time. Maybe he is the only one with a prick that wants it buried deep without the risk of his nuts smacking into any others. I Dream of Jeannie and Shit For Brains might do well here. Blend right the fuck in.

"Alright."

Sweeney stretches his neck a touch. "Anythin' else?"

He's content to stand at the door for as long as this takes.

[ukan]

With the terms set Lark finally takes a step back and gestures him forward. His assigned cabin, 101, is set aside for Pagan--and now for Anita and Taylor. But this one is his home and he doesn't let people in lightly.

"Go ahead. Hide it however you do it."

[madaboutit]

Don't have to ask him twice.

Sweeney crosses the room with confident strides, and he promptly sets to squirreling things away. Smaller items are tucked in pockets, but the larger ones are banished to the Hoard directly with a passing pause of focus.

[ukan]

He watches every move, managing his own instincts which scream at him to guard the food, to get some kind of leverage over Sweeney to make sure he won't break his word.

He doesn't do anything but watch. "How many people are going to know you have all this?"

There's a right answer and a wrong answer but he didn't make it part of the deal because there needs to be room for flexibility down the road.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney's hands don't slow, nor does he look up to the man.

"Ya mean know I've been stashin' food or know 'bout this bit in particular?"

[ukan]

"Both." Because he also wants to know who might pressure Sweeney into giving up his stash. Better to prepare for that now.

[madaboutit]

"Eh." He considers the question while he works. "Maybe half a dozen. This won't be on the ledger though, so 'less yer lookin' ta let others know, it's just you an' me."

[ukan]

"I'm telling Alec." He'll notice all the food is gone anyway, but for the other obvious reasons too. "But other than that the fewer people who know, the better. You certainly don't need a target on your back."

[madaboutit]

Sweeney's not concerned.

"What's the worst they can do?" he counters dryly. "Kill me?" He shrugs. "E'en if I stay dead, which I won't, they still can't get ta it." His eyes roll beneath their lids.

"Fuckin' joke's on them."

[ukan]

"Have you died here yet?" He sounds merely curious.

Death here isn't a big deal, the death toll is problematic when supplies are low but it isn't meant to be the problem it is at home. Lark's biggest issue with people being flippant about it is that it creates indifference to life or death situations, and that carries over off the Barge. It took him years to view death as serious again after he graduated.

[madaboutit]

"Nah." Sweeney's one of those that doesn't see it as that much of an issue. Not flippant, but accepting it may be part of being here. And it it's for something like this, it'll be plenty worth it.

"Don't mean I'm afraid to." The words hold the weight of his solemnity; his death would be a sacrifice, and that's never something to be taken lightly.

[ukan]

He picks his words carefully. "I don't know what exactly the Admiral is running from. But I've seen other Barges, and it's never gone well for us. I do not want some other Admiral, some other Barge, to catch up to us while we can't get united. This is a bad time to die. A week spent out death tolling is a week where everyone else's fear can shout down the few people who aren't afraid."

So be careful, is the unspoken tail end of that.