[There was a grunt of wry amusement. So he had learned, so he had learned about Raylan Givens indeed.
One side of his mouth twitched as if he were about to bare his teeth for a second but didn't quite get there.] Of course there are.
[No need to remind him.]
A decent bed ta sleep on would be a vast improvement.
[Especially considering how often he seemed to be under the unfortunate throes of death tolling. Definitely a good part in why he was here today; he was just at the tail end of his last pain-filled session. It didn't show in the way he moved anymore but it probably would have been much more bearable with a better bed and room to sleep in.]
[Collins cocked his head to the side as if the idea were novel and he was considering it. His reply was less hesitant than his actions seemed to convey.]
Would prefer a writin' desk and chair. A bookcase or some shelves fer storage... a record player and stand fer it.
[Raylan's lips downturn with a nod of approval, eyebrows lifting to change the frown from something negative to the positive. all of those things were doable.]
An' somethin' to spin on it. Window? Bit of a view?
Wouldn't mind a few records I don't have ta return to tha library.
[But it seemed he wouldn't have asked for them if Givens hadn't brought it up. Still wary of this whole exchange perhaps. His expression turned to a slight frown at the secondary question. Not upset, simply considering.]
Get enough of tha stars on tha deck. Beautiful, but give ya a headache if starin' too long. Not sure I want that in me room.
[If they're gonna do something, might as well do it right.]
I only advise that kinda view to folks that are used to bein' out here, ridin' a tub in the deep black. Can't do it either, myself.
Got a beach view, myself. Some folks have a city, some a good look at a tree line or fields... After knowin' Sweeney for as long as I have, I'm almost afraid to ask about how you feel about your island.
[Collins's eyebrows shot up as his expression cleared into a more curious mood. He really should have known in this place, but he hadn't expected the availability of a personalized view.
Then the debate became whether he wanted to trust the, in his eyes, magical nature of it. It made him uncomfortable but-]
The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea, And there is traffic in it and many a horse and cart, But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me, And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through my heart.
A great storm from the ocean goes shouting o’er the hill, And there is glory in it and terror on the wind, But the haunted air of twilight is very strange and still, And the little winds of twilight are dearer to my mind.
The great waves of the Atlantic sweep storming on their way, Shining green and silver with the hidden herring shoal, But the Little Waves of Breffny have drenched my heart in spray, And the Little Waves of Breffny go stumbling through my soul.
[A pause and then without that obvious recitation tone of voice he continues.]
Éire is tha most beautiful place ya ever did see, bull.
[It's something that Raylan would have asked while they were paired but there'd been too much business - he knew as well as anyone how deep ties to the land you came from went sometimes. As Collins launches into poetry, Raylan can't help the little pull of a smile. He was, personally, devoid of Kentucky running through any part of his heart unless it had to do with the people, but he enjoyed seeing people who did actually love their homes.]
Closest I've seen is the Enclosure's approximation of your fields and forests. Don't know how well they stand up to the real thing, but.. Could have that. If you wanted.
[Collins hesitated, not because of the question but because of the offer to have a view of his homeland in his room. It was tempting.]
...ah, since I was young. I was ten when we came ta America. [He finally answered and then after another brief pause he said softly:] I think I would like ta give that a try. Ta see her glory again.
[Then in his normal tone of voice:] Never been ta tha Enclosure. Know what it's about but- well. What's it like?
[If he had to guess based on the wear of Collins face and the salt in the pepper, that meant it'd been a good forty or so years. That's a long time for someone who loves the place they came from.
But the following question has Raylan shaking his head a little with a smile as he turns and squats down to close and clasp his violin case, keeping Collins in front of him while he does it.]
Nah. No describin' that one. That and I think everyone has a different take of it. [Stepping away with the case in hand, Raylan tucks it into a back closet built into the back wall of the chicken coop and heads back towards him, grabbing and slipping on his hat on the way.]
C'mon. I'm curious to see what you'll think of the future.
[Collins watched Givens with idle curiosity, a small mar between his brows as he listened to the answer. Then he sucked on his teeth thoughtfully at the invitation.]
Speakin' of which, bull, would like it if anything put in me room comes from me own time. Might as well be comfortable.
[He got along with the technology well enough once he learned it, but if his room was for relaxation then it might as well be familiar and comfortable. That said, Collins fell into step with Givens.]
But I'll give tha imaginary place a try.
[He said with some cheeky tone and wry expression.]
[Raylan leads them out of the greenhouse, holding the door til he knows Collins has it before taking them up towards the enclosure. It won't take them long, but long enough for him to ask-]
I know that you and Arthur Lester are from the same time but as best as I can gather, that's what - 1932? 1933?
[He supplied easily. He lived his best life in the '20s but the last year he had lived through was 1934. Right up until the end, too, practically with it being December and all. He briefly wondered what going home would be like--when, what happened, how it happened--but no point on dwelling on things uncertain to ever happen at any rate.
[He hums a note, nodding at the context that gave him. His guess was close enough to count though.]
We can do that. Or at least make your room look like it came outta the mid 30's, for the most part. Might havta give you the new regular of door sizes though, the species got taller over the followin' years, if that's not obvious.
[Up the stairs they went to the Enclosure door, where Raylan fishes his Blackberry phone out of his pocket to get them past the warden lock. He gestures down the stairs, inviting Collins to go first.]
Won't be nothin' there til we call up the program but you should see what it looks like before to have a good comparison to the after.
[Considering the irregular method of choice in participants on this ship, there was no real way to tell what the future actually looked like. In any case, it sounded like an urban myth. The warriors of old were always depicted as tall, graceful warriors, too, but who really knew the truth. Verbal heritage was easy to accidentally or otherwise change over time.
So was taking another man's word for truth. It just seemed silly. It also sounded like a joke on behalf of his height and he wasn't going to rise to the bait. He'd heard all the short jokes one could imagine and then some. Nothing new there. Very unoriginal.]
Fine, fine.
[He headed into the space first as Givens indicated and took a dubious look around.]
[It wasn't a dig, of course, but Raylan says nothing in reply and follows him down the stairs. The room they're greeted with is massive in comparison to any other room of the Barge, a bit larger on the inside than out, but Raylan only gives Collins a few seconds to take it in before he's talking to the input device.]
Irish fields please, computer.
[The nicety, the Name was unnecessary but somethings were hard to break. Either way, the room begins to flood with color and smell and vibrancy, giving them a breathtaking view over a broad empty and green field with a forest on the horizon. To the right of them, the sound of sea over the edge of a cliff, barricaded with only a short stone wall.]
Like I said, [he continues as he moves to stand next to Collins.] Not of my makin', this is Sweeney's, but if there's anyone I trust to know what Ireland looks and feels like, it's him.
[The sensation was all new--and quite overwhelming. Collins almost took a step back into Givens as the lawman came up beside him but his steps stopped short, aborted before they got far. The sudden change, the magic of it all, was left behind as the sights and smells suddenly immersed the Irishman in a field of green and beauty. He didn't need his fading memories to know that this was as close an approximation as he was ever going to get without actually stepping foot in the isle itself again.
He was speechless for the moment as his sense took it all in. There was an eeriness to it, of course, how it was so real yet in his head he knew it to be fake. Yet despite that there was an awe of how terrific it was, a feeling of emotion that swept over him that was stronger still than the strangeness of it. An overwhelming sense of home. It washed over him like the waves he could hear crashing against the seawall not far off. It threatened to drag him down.
That wasn't really something Collins let himself do. After the initial awe struck, the thought occurred to him what a fool he was to sink into the illusion and let himself be bound to the place as if it meant anything more than an old memory. His eyelids drooped and his shoulders fell as his posture took on that singularly casual demeanor he kept in place over the surface of him.]
It's beautiful. [He said, but his voice was flat, forced.] Fer all his strangeness, he has a good memory of tha place. It looks like Éire. Even smells right.
So good enough to put outside your window. [He wasn't going to draw any attention to the halfstep back that Collins had taken.]
You see why I don't bother describin' it? Not enough good words to do it any real justice. [That and wasting the breath only to not be believed was exhausting.]
[Collins half glanced at Givens briefly, his eyes barely looking at the lawman before the wave of a breeze through the grasses caught and held his attention with the serenity of it all. He eventually nodded in agreement.]
Aye, it will do. [It would more than do but he's not admitting that. This whole place was still weird even if he did like the illusion of it.] I suppose so. It's very... immersive. It's more than it has any right ta be. Words may not do it any justice but it's still too much like-
[Magic. Untrustworthy. False. He hated that he liked it.]
Collins considered the comment about the air on the ship. This wasn't like a ship crossing the ocean to get from one country to another. The air above deck was fresh, wet and humid, with a salty tang. It could be overwhelming in its own right but it was real, full of nature. Below decks it often was musty and stale but there was the option of going outside. This ship wasn't anything like that.
He didn't get much further in his contemplation over the strangeness of this ship sailing through the darkness of the sky. Givens asked his question and Collins scowled softly at it.]
Tired of feelin' like I'm layin' on a wooden coffin every time I get my head pulverized.
[Death tolls, it would seem, could make even the most stubborn of assholes reconsider their life choices. Besides, he had wanted it from the beginning he just hated asking it. Especially from the wardens that he swore he hated. The lawman included.]
[Holy shit, an actual answer. Raylan couldn't help the faint curl of his lips that he was quick to school back out, though the effort did nothing to stop his eyes from halfmooning in his satisfaction with that small bit of progress.]
Radical idea to pitch at you - maybe calm down on givin' people reasons to put you down. Lot more reasons to enjoy about a bed other than the times it's holdin' you sick. [There was no snidness in it, no harsh edges or arrogant haughtiness, just given like someone might offer gardening advice.
He ambles forward and takes to a moseying pace, letting Collins choose if he wants to come along or not.]
Ain't a lass on board this ship worth beddin' so unless yer propositionin' me, bull, tha bed's just good fer sleepin' and seein' as how that means I'm unconscious, I ain't enjoyin' much more than tha dreams that come along.
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One side of his mouth twitched as if he were about to bare his teeth for a second but didn't quite get there.] Of course there are.
[No need to remind him.]
A decent bed ta sleep on would be a vast improvement.
[Especially considering how often he seemed to be under the unfortunate throes of death tolling. Definitely a good part in why he was here today; he was just at the tail end of his last pain-filled session. It didn't show in the way he moved anymore but it probably would have been much more bearable with a better bed and room to sleep in.]
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That's a good place to start. [He lifts his chin a little, inquizitivly.]
You're paired with Taylor this month, right? How's that goin', if I can ask.
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Tha same as with tha rest o' ya.
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What about livin' space? A place to sit? Man's got a right to a table and a place to sit that ain't his bed, right?
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Would prefer a writin' desk and chair. A bookcase or some shelves fer storage... a record player and stand fer it.
[That seemed to be it though.]
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An' somethin' to spin on it. Window? Bit of a view?
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[But it seemed he wouldn't have asked for them if Givens hadn't brought it up. Still wary of this whole exchange perhaps. His expression turned to a slight frown at the secondary question. Not upset, simply considering.]
Get enough of tha stars on tha deck. Beautiful, but give ya a headache if starin' too long. Not sure I want that in me room.
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I only advise that kinda view to folks that are used to bein' out here, ridin' a tub in the deep black. Can't do it either, myself.
Got a beach view, myself. Some folks have a city, some a good look at a tree line or fields... After knowin' Sweeney for as long as I have, I'm almost afraid to ask about how you feel about your island.
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Then the debate became whether he wanted to trust the, in his eyes, magical nature of it. It made him uncomfortable but-]
The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea,
And there is traffic in it and many a horse and cart,
But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me,
And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through my heart.
A great storm from the ocean goes shouting o’er the hill,
And there is glory in it and terror on the wind,
But the haunted air of twilight is very strange and still,
And the little winds of twilight are dearer to my mind.
The great waves of the Atlantic sweep storming on their way,
Shining green and silver with the hidden herring shoal,
But the Little Waves of Breffny have drenched my heart in spray,
And the Little Waves of Breffny go stumbling through my soul.
[A pause and then without that obvious recitation tone of voice he continues.]
Éire is tha most beautiful place ya ever did see, bull.
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Closest I've seen is the Enclosure's approximation of your fields and forests. Don't know how well they stand up to the real thing, but.. Could have that. If you wanted.
How longs it been since you've been there?
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...ah, since I was young. I was ten when we came ta America. [He finally answered and then after another brief pause he said softly:] I think I would like ta give that a try. Ta see her glory again.
[Then in his normal tone of voice:] Never been ta tha Enclosure. Know what it's about but- well. What's it like?
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But the following question has Raylan shaking his head a little with a smile as he turns and squats down to close and clasp his violin case, keeping Collins in front of him while he does it.]
Nah. No describin' that one. That and I think everyone has a different take of it. [Stepping away with the case in hand, Raylan tucks it into a back closet built into the back wall of the chicken coop and heads back towards him, grabbing and slipping on his hat on the way.]
C'mon. I'm curious to see what you'll think of the future.
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Speakin' of which, bull, would like it if anything put in me room comes from me own time. Might as well be comfortable.
[He got along with the technology well enough once he learned it, but if his room was for relaxation then it might as well be familiar and comfortable. That said, Collins fell into step with Givens.]
But I'll give tha imaginary place a try.
[He said with some cheeky tone and wry expression.]
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I know that you and Arthur Lester are from the same time but as best as I can gather, that's what - 1932? 1933?
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[He supplied easily. He lived his best life in the '20s but the last year he had lived through was 1934. Right up until the end, too, practically with it being December and all. He briefly wondered what going home would be like--when, what happened, how it happened--but no point on dwelling on things uncertain to ever happen at any rate.
He continued to follow.]
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We can do that. Or at least make your room look like it came outta the mid 30's, for the most part. Might havta give you the new regular of door sizes though, the species got taller over the followin' years, if that's not obvious.
[Up the stairs they went to the Enclosure door, where Raylan fishes his Blackberry phone out of his pocket to get them past the warden lock. He gestures down the stairs, inviting Collins to go first.]
Won't be nothin' there til we call up the program but you should see what it looks like before to have a good comparison to the after.
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[Considering the irregular method of choice in participants on this ship, there was no real way to tell what the future actually looked like. In any case, it sounded like an urban myth. The warriors of old were always depicted as tall, graceful warriors, too, but who really knew the truth. Verbal heritage was easy to accidentally or otherwise change over time.
So was taking another man's word for truth. It just seemed silly. It also sounded like a joke on behalf of his height and he wasn't going to rise to the bait. He'd heard all the short jokes one could imagine and then some. Nothing new there. Very unoriginal.]
Fine, fine.
[He headed into the space first as Givens indicated and took a dubious look around.]
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Irish fields please, computer.
[The nicety, the Name was unnecessary but somethings were hard to break. Either way, the room begins to flood with color and smell and vibrancy, giving them a breathtaking view over a broad empty and green field with a forest on the horizon. To the right of them, the sound of sea over the edge of a cliff, barricaded with only a short stone wall.]
Like I said, [he continues as he moves to stand next to Collins.] Not of my makin', this is Sweeney's, but if there's anyone I trust to know what Ireland looks and feels like, it's him.
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He was speechless for the moment as his sense took it all in. There was an eeriness to it, of course, how it was so real yet in his head he knew it to be fake. Yet despite that there was an awe of how terrific it was, a feeling of emotion that swept over him that was stronger still than the strangeness of it. An overwhelming sense of home. It washed over him like the waves he could hear crashing against the seawall not far off. It threatened to drag him down.
That wasn't really something Collins let himself do. After the initial awe struck, the thought occurred to him what a fool he was to sink into the illusion and let himself be bound to the place as if it meant anything more than an old memory. His eyelids drooped and his shoulders fell as his posture took on that singularly casual demeanor he kept in place over the surface of him.]
It's beautiful. [He said, but his voice was flat, forced.] Fer all his strangeness, he has a good memory of tha place. It looks like Éire. Even smells right.
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You see why I don't bother describin' it? Not enough good words to do it any real justice. [That and wasting the breath only to not be believed was exhausting.]
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Aye, it will do. [It would more than do but he's not admitting that. This whole place was still weird even if he did like the illusion of it.] I suppose so. It's very... immersive. It's more than it has any right ta be. Words may not do it any justice but it's still too much like-
[Magic. Untrustworthy. False. He hated that he liked it.]
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Yeah, I understand that. I got a thing with the air all over the ship, though I grant that just might be me bein' too far into my head.
Can I ask you what made you change your mind? About askin' for better livin' quarters.
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Collins considered the comment about the air on the ship. This wasn't like a ship crossing the ocean to get from one country to another. The air above deck was fresh, wet and humid, with a salty tang. It could be overwhelming in its own right but it was real, full of nature. Below decks it often was musty and stale but there was the option of going outside. This ship wasn't anything like that.
He didn't get much further in his contemplation over the strangeness of this ship sailing through the darkness of the sky. Givens asked his question and Collins scowled softly at it.]
Tired of feelin' like I'm layin' on a wooden coffin every time I get my head pulverized.
[Death tolls, it would seem, could make even the most stubborn of assholes reconsider their life choices. Besides, he had wanted it from the beginning he just hated asking it. Especially from the wardens that he swore he hated. The lawman included.]
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Radical idea to pitch at you - maybe calm down on givin' people reasons to put you down. Lot more reasons to enjoy about a bed other than the times it's holdin' you sick. [There was no snidness in it, no harsh edges or arrogant haughtiness, just given like someone might offer gardening advice.
He ambles forward and takes to a moseying pace, letting Collins choose if he wants to come along or not.]
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Ain't a lass on board this ship worth beddin' so unless yer propositionin' me, bull, tha bed's just good fer sleepin' and seein' as how that means I'm unconscious, I ain't enjoyin' much more than tha dreams that come along.
Just don't like wakin' up all sore afterwards.
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