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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[tactical_alert]

"Then I'm extra glad I'm sharing this, because another one of these would knock you flat on your arse." He supposes there's no one else to share it with. Obviously. "There's plenty to Ranger culture I've only ever heard about."

[goddamngrenades]

"Have a few more, I"m ahead of the game." It twists something close to a smile out of him, that. "Well. What do you wanna know?"

[tactical_alert]

Might as well indulge. He gets chattier and friendlier if he gets drunk, this much he knows. "Oh, am I to ask questions?" He wasn't the one bothered by how much or how little is known. "How does one even prepare to drift and literally give themselves over to someone?" There, that's an appropriate question.

[goddamngrenades]

"About Ranger Culture, but sure that's legit." SOmewhere to start- that's his problem most of the time. Talking about anything of real consequence needs him to have a springing off point but this'll work. "Well. Most people that aren't related have sex the day before. Make it literal. Some swap stories and just spill their guts to each other so there aren't any surprises. Carolina and I? We went dancing. Like- in ten different clubs. We danced till we were exhausted then drag ourselves to the next one, do a few shots, wait for a song we liked to come on, and dance all over again."

[tactical_alert]

He blinks. "You're pulling my leg. Just go off and sleep with each other practically out of the blue?"

[goddamngrenades]

"You felt it, same as I did. Even kissed me back because it felt right. because we fit. Why's that so hard to imagine?"

[tactical_alert]

"I suppose not..." It's not something he's ever considered before. He shakes his head. "I don't know where to start asking with anything about the culture. I live around Rangers, after all."

[goddamngrenades]

"ANything you've seen them do or hear them talk about that's particularly baffling?" He knows there's plenty, really, that he didn't get till he'd actually done a few drops.

[tactical_alert]

"I always thought the communicating without actually communicating thing was strange, but that's just a side-effect of the drift."

[goddamngrenades]

"You learn to read postures. After you've been in someone's head a look is just about the same as saying something. The twins would have whole conversations with their eyebrows."

[tactical_alert]

"Also growing up together as twins has its advantages," he points out. "Uh...okay, fine, tell me about jaeger blood."

[goddamngrenades]

"Unique to each Jaeger. Mechanics know about it but keep quiet since it's kind of a tradition now. There's a bit of piping that's just there as insulation between the fuel lines and the coolant system and the neural gel. You install a cache there and make a mash with- well whatever you and your partner like. You a bourbon man or a gin man? ANyway. You put that in the still and don't touch it till you've been through three drops. Take it out and sure a little of the coolant's probably gotten piped in and a little of the neural gel but it's good." He taps the empty flask already on the bed. "Kinda helps the ghost drifting along, probably. Some people even bleed into the canister before they install it."

[tactical_alert]

"You put a still in the jaeger." This is not a look of belief. Not at all.

[goddamngrenades]

"Yep!" And he is way, way too proud of that fact. "Lockdown's went through the coolant and neural gel piping systems so if you get a bit of a tingle- that's what it is. Also if you taste strawberries stop drinking for a bit."

[tactical_alert]

"...This is going to kill somebody." He holds the flask away from him, as if it's going to jump out and kill him right now. "I'm certain people have died because you're drinking coolant and gel with a little alcohol mixed in."

[goddamngrenades]

"Nope! The coolant acts as a sweetener and it's only like, .05% in there anyway, and the Gel is nontoxic. We ran the numbers. Carolina was very competitive, had to have the best blood in the Dome." God the tests they did just to be sure.

[tactical_alert]

"...What was that about strawberries?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Sense memory. Carolina's house back home had wild strawberry bushes out back. You can keep drinking if you want but usually the next sip or so is gonna taste like a mouthfull of blood and shitty rum." A beat "That's me. Kinda had a delinquent streak as a kid."

[tactical_alert]

"Are you suggesting that someone could taste memories from people they don't even drift with?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Tell me when you taste strawberries." He shrugs. "After the blood and rum it's all chilies and chocolate and then this sort of vanilla backend that's too sweet cuz it's flavored lube."

[tactical_alert]

"If I want flavored alcohol, I think I'll go barhopping. And you willingly drink this? And you're sure there are no side-effects?"

[goddamngrenades]

"It's not intentionally flavored, it just kinda happens. Tastes like normal till you hit the strawberries." He holds his hand out for the flask, wiggling his fingers.

[tactical_alert]

Nope. Not yet. He's half thinking of just pouring it out, because why would you do this, but he'll just take a very cautious other sip before handing it over. Reluctantly."

[goddamngrenades]

York's fingers curl and brush against Malcolm's in a semi drunken fumble before he holds the flask. Lifts it up with a mumbled toast to Claire before taking a sip and wincing. "Ugh. Motoroil and gravel."

[tactical_alert]

"I suppose I'm lucky to just taste no memories yet." He frowns some, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed. "And I suppose we're not going to drift tomorrow at this rate, are we. The next day suits me just as fine as any other day."