[That actually makes him smile, just for a moment.]
Thanks, nice to know I have no expectations to live up to.
[And he shows up a little while later, looking tired and hot and generally over life in general. Why is it so hot outside? It's just insult to injury at this point that even the weather hates him.]
Okay, I'm making no promises that I'll remember that.
[He'll try, especially since he has no reason to believe Ian's being a total liar, but his memory is either fantastic or utterly worthless with no in between.
He wanders into the apartment aimlessly, noting the new recliner but not actually making any real move toward the furniture, subconsciously keeping some distance even if he's too drained to be really actively on guard. Normally this would be the point where he resumes bothering Ian about how he's doing, but he's just quiet instead.]
( He checks his very real impulse to say how in the hell have none of you heard of Matisyahu, and instead moves to settle on the arm of his couch. Sort of straddles it a little, a nice perched balance while he watches Lance tragically pace the floor.
There's silence for about five seconds, until he starts gently, oh-so-sadly singing: )
When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me... singing words of wisdom...
( You know. The soundtrack to your moroseness. Just setting a little mood music to match it. )
[The singing catches his attention more than speaking would've and his pacing slows a little, even if it doesn't stop, and for a moment he considers following up with the next line. But the same thing that's stopped him for months at this point stops him now, and he doesn't.
But he does finally say something, giving a long and quiet sigh before--]
Gaby threatened to pull any and all Morningstar support from every Displaced because she didn't like what I said to Clarke about the safehouse.
( With a promptly encouraging go ahead gesture. It's not that he doubts Lance, he just can't wrap his head around exactly... what in the hell she could've said to that effect. It doesn't track with his experience. )
[There's a chance this isn't secure either, of course, but the idea that anyone's looking closely is pretty farfetched. He still decides to take a screenshot and project that just in case, but the result is the same; the message is available for Ian to read directly.]
[He's quiet while Ian reads, and at the question he gives a small shrug and shakes his head.]
No, nothing recent. There was the incident I alluded to on the network, and mentioned to you briefly before about Gaby telling Stephen to tell Nate to yell at me; I went into the safehouse before the Aerie, and offered to accompany one of the new arrivals on a walk, but Gaby pulled my access to the safehouse door.
[Which surely contributed to this whole thing, so it's only fair to give the information as context.]
I mean-- maybe this is me over-simplifying things, but I'm... not sure criticizing safehouse methodology is the same thing as slandering Morningstar. The two are only tangentially related.
( In that Morningstar helps with the IDs and owns the safehouse, but they're not directly responsible for the process -- and even if they are, criticizing one singular practice isn't calling the entire organization into scrutiny. )
But, like, even if you were outright insulting them, punishing the entirety of the displaced because of one person is...
[It's reassuring, in as much as he can really feel that way at the moment, that Ian says that; Lance knows he's at least somewhat pro-Morningstar, even if he's not sure how much so. It really doesn't matter, because like Ian summarized, that really wasn't the point here.]
I very specifically didn't mention Morningstar, or Gaby, or Clarke or Stephen. The point wasn't to make new arrivals angry with someone, it was to show solidarity with how they feel about their situation.
[And it's so frustrating that people immediately jumped to assuming the opposite. Not only was he specifically not doing that, but it's kind of insulting to think that if he were he'd have made such an incredibly lackluster attempt at it.]
But even that--just like asking questions before--is apparently too much dissent to be acceptable, and not only is the location of that line now apparent, the consequences are too.
( Breathed out a little speechlessly, and accompanied by the absent passing of his hand over his mouth. He likes the organization for the good they do, not because he was ignorant to their flaws but because he felt like the good outweighed them.
It's a hard threat to reconcile, particularly given that this kind of censorship is exactly the kind of thing he'd take up activism against. )
That really... cuts the whole thing off at the knees. Kind of takes an open-forum discussion about alternatives off the table because it's not even worth the risk.
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( He smoked weed with Amos. That guy's cool, but he's pretty sure none of them want to take up his real estate for this conversation. )
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Thanks, nice to know I have no expectations to live up to.
[And he shows up a little while later, looking tired and hot and generally over life in general. Why is it so hot outside? It's just insult to injury at this point that even the weather hates him.]
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( Kindly greeted at the door and nodded on through. )
I'm coding your implant to the lock. You just gotta say 'Matisyahu'.
( It's the same thing he told Nate. There isn't actually a password, he's just... hoping this pans out for a long-game laugh one day.
Also, he got a new recliner. It's the little things in life, you know? Knock yourself out, buddy. )
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[He'll try, especially since he has no reason to believe Ian's being a total liar, but his memory is either fantastic or utterly worthless with no in between.
He wanders into the apartment aimlessly, noting the new recliner but not actually making any real move toward the furniture, subconsciously keeping some distance even if he's too drained to be really actively on guard. Normally this would be the point where he resumes bothering Ian about how he's doing, but he's just quiet instead.]
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There's silence for about five seconds, until he starts gently, oh-so-sadly singing: )
When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me... singing words of wisdom...
( You know. The soundtrack to your moroseness. Just setting a little mood music to match it. )
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But he does finally say something, giving a long and quiet sigh before--]
Gaby threatened to pull any and all Morningstar support from every Displaced because she didn't like what I said to Clarke about the safehouse.
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( Anything less and he'd have cracked some kind of joke about that not being what Mother Mary sang at all, but--
Yeah, that's kind of.
You know, Big.
Being Team Morningstar, it's kind of an affront to the senses. )
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[If he, you know, wants to see exactly what was said.]
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( With a promptly encouraging go ahead gesture. It's not that he doubts Lance, he just can't wrap his head around exactly... what in the hell she could've said to that effect. It doesn't track with his experience. )
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A quiet handful of moments pass as he reads it and rereads it, his brow scrunching up progressively more deeply. )
And this was— after just the safehouse discussion, right? There wasn't anything else somewhere I missed?
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No, nothing recent. There was the incident I alluded to on the network, and mentioned to you briefly before about Gaby telling Stephen to tell Nate to yell at me; I went into the safehouse before the Aerie, and offered to accompany one of the new arrivals on a walk, but Gaby pulled my access to the safehouse door.
[Which surely contributed to this whole thing, so it's only fair to give the information as context.]
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( In that Morningstar helps with the IDs and owns the safehouse, but they're not directly responsible for the process -- and even if they are, criticizing one singular practice isn't calling the entire organization into scrutiny. )
But, like, even if you were outright insulting them, punishing the entirety of the displaced because of one person is...
( Don't say fucked up. )
A little extreme.
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I very specifically didn't mention Morningstar, or Gaby, or Clarke or Stephen. The point wasn't to make new arrivals angry with someone, it was to show solidarity with how they feel about their situation.
[And it's so frustrating that people immediately jumped to assuming the opposite. Not only was he specifically not doing that, but it's kind of insulting to think that if he were he'd have made such an incredibly lackluster attempt at it.]
But even that--just like asking questions before--is apparently too much dissent to be acceptable, and not only is the location of that line now apparent, the consequences are too.
[And yeah, they're... Extreme.]
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( Breathed out a little speechlessly, and accompanied by the absent passing of his hand over his mouth. He likes the organization for the good they do, not because he was ignorant to their flaws but because he felt like the good outweighed them.
It's a hard threat to reconcile, particularly given that this kind of censorship is exactly the kind of thing he'd take up activism against. )
That really... cuts the whole thing off at the knees. Kind of takes an open-forum discussion about alternatives off the table because it's not even worth the risk.
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