Think before you blink and you might just make it

[Here's Slater in his usual long coat and 'you're all a pain in my backside' expression.] Listen, I don't know where you new lot are coming from, but stay out of the way unless you know what you're doin'. Unless you do know what you're doin'... in which case just don't get in my way, all right? Enough trouble...

Just here. [He sends the latest intelligence of what's going on.] Don't leave a mess.

[Slater is in no condition to go to work or do anything much at all. Returning to himself, he was left with a vague feeling of Del Boy's feelings and as odd as that would be in of itself, what Del had been feeling made him feel even worse.

It was only when he realised that his bottle had been empty that he pulled himself together enough to reach for his communicator.]

[Private to Hannibal]

That was your sister, right? Didn't make it, did she.

[Private to George]

Seeing as you're up. Get me a bottle of Paddy's whiskey. Actually, you know? Make it two.

No questions.

[This 'Rosy' Slater is as equally unimpressed with the Barge as her male counterpart is.] Yeah. Hate to interrupt the Carry On Sex Change, Barge Unfunny Edition here, but anybody got a bleedin' needle 'n' thread available? Buttons off my coat are missin'. Cheers. [She picks up a whiskey glass, 'toasts' and takes a sip, waiting for an answer.]

Just... let me go home.

[Slater looks like he's tired.] My door won't open. It's locked, I've tried everything. [He puts the communicator down nearby, cutting off the top of his head, and makes a few more attempts to open it. He ends up sliding back down the floor, facing the camera.] Could use a hand. Or food.

[Muttered out of shot.] A pirate. Bleedin' hell, Admiral, trading was bad enough. Bloody Dell Boy haunting me and I'm the one who's supposed to be dead!

[Meet Roy Slater, your local General Store Manager, whatever you need, he'll find you. Eventually. He has a seller's smile on his face.] Ladies and Gentlemen, fear not those rumours, your local store has all you need so to stock up on food, ammunition and guns. All you need to keep you and your family save as houses!

All our goods are of the highest quality and cheap as I can make them!

So come down here and we stock it, you'll get it and if we don't, we'll get it for you!

Thank you!


[OOC: Spam and orders can go here.]

[Brilliant, bloody brilliant! Slater had kept a low profile, he's good at that even at this age. Except right now his low profile doesn't allow for food, so eventually he hazards a head outside his door and makes his way out. His elder self had the foresight (or paranoia) to leave something of a map which not only included rooms of people he should avoid and the best way to get to important areas. Including the kitchen. So at least when he emerged, he'd a good bead on where he was heading.] [OOC: Feel free to intercept him between levels five and one or in the dining area, I would have posted yesterday, only John Sullivan passed (he was sixty four).]

I wanted to be Bluebeard.

[Rolls his eyes, got me again!.] As a kid! All right? As a kid.

[Private to Randal]

Here, what you do to Howie? It's like he's plottin' a coup against ya, mate. [He's only doing this because he actually likes Howie, and this is the Barge, so something's up.]

[When the lights went out, Slater just sat in the dark. He didn't bloody care. Alone, on a ship in space, with people getting murdered and blown up, he wanted to go home. That's all.

All he'd ever done was steal some diamonds. And he went to prison for that. So what was he being punished for? Because whatever that kid said, she was just a girl, what did she know? What was she doing here even?

So he just sat in the dark, brooding, not hungry, not caring, if anything, glad that his room looked like a room in a proper bloody prison. His communicator was left on, whatever chattering going on failing to really grab his attention.

Eventually, he let out a sigh, pulled himself up off the ground and groped for the door. His eyes were pretty adjusted, with the light from the communicator, still chattering, so he didn't feel too strange.

He kept to the walls and took the steps, one by one up onto the deck. Once there, he found himself a corner where he could see people coming and going and sat there, on the ground again, watching though not looking particularly interested and not meeting anyone's eyes.]