Sergeant MacTavish. 'm heading to the mess hall, so tell me—what's your drink of choice? And don't say 'whatever's there.'
(Hii :D It's the shy/anxious anon from before, here with my OC. Hope you don't mind me interacting like this ^^; but if you do mind, kindly tell me!)
Irnbru preferably but they don' always ave it at the mess.... juice? Depends on my options honestly.
Asked about your drink. You've got a reputation, clearly.
Didn't even get halfway through the question before the mess hall chief cut in with, 'Sergeant MacTavish, aye?'
You were right though—no Irn-Bru in stock. So, juice it is. Hope you don't mind me bringin' apple, orange, and whatever that suspiciously red 'fruit punch' is supposed to be.
Ye Ken that fruit punch is delicious... wha'ere it is.... if it's early in the morning I do need Me coffee.... or one of them energy drinks that makes Price frown at me.
Aye, well, you're braver than me, Sergeant.
I took one look at that fruit punch and decided I value my internal organs too much to risk it. But if you're vouching for it, maybe I'll take a sip. If I drop dead, you can explain that to command.
Though, I suppose Cap'n Price has good reason to frown. Some of those cans in storage look like they were brewed in a lab, with more warning labels than actual ingredients...
Ever thought of double-checking them?
Double check- no why on earth would I do tha? If ye think I don't intentionally give my self a caffeine overdose to mess with the lads ye don't know me at all.
Ah, s' that's how it is. Got me nearly feeling bad for your mates. Might wanna keep that overdose in check, yeah? You twitching through the next op like some caffeinated squirrel might raise a few eyebrows.
But if you're dead-set on overdosing on those drinks, might as well go for something better than whatever they've got. I mean, atleast make it worth your while, right? I've got my own stash of apricot and cherry-flavored ones. Hell of a lot better and could save your caffeine overdose for the good stuff.
Just sayin'.
m'energy will go where it needs tae, promise. Just need tae save some of the bouncin fer the ride there n'back. Gotta keep you lot entertained on the long haul.
Gotta admit, that's considerate of you—keeping the crew entertained, makin' sure nobody starts countin' sheep. Someone oughta give you credit for that, 'cause I'm pretty sure you've already got the thing nailed down.
But hey, if you ever decide to try something other than what the mess has, my offer stands. Watching someone drink the stuff they've got in stock... physically pains me a bit, honestly. Just don't go drainin' my stash with all that caffeine binge, yeah?
I promise on my gran I willnae take yer whole stash. 'Sides I still got a case o'bru.
Well, if you keep your word, I'll hold you to it, MacTavish. And good on you for havin' a backup plan with that Irn-Bru. Think it'll make it till you go have a word with supply or are you gonna make it last like some sort of prized possession?
Nah, he's londonder, wouldn't ken a good drink if he bathed in it. Told me irn-bru is gross... "won't have that garbage in his supplies" so I get m'own. I got stashes here n'there when I need it.
Prized possessions though, I've got a few. Not many on base w'how small our bunks are but I've a few.
Now there's a tragic tale—denied your drink of choice by a man who wouldn't know a good one if it hit him. Can't say I blame you for takin' matters in your own hands, even if it kinda makes you seem like some kind of contraband smuggler...
But, now you've got me curious. What's made the cut as a 'prized possession' in your bunk? Something sentimental or are we talkin' more along the lines of an emergency biscuit tin?
Contraband smuggler.... we are all a wee bit guilty o'tha.
As far as the possessions go, I do have a biscuit tin, aye. I have me grand da's ol pocket watch, some of m'art supplies, me sketchbook o'course, few bits and bobs from home, few souvenirs....
Ah, so the biscuit tin wasn't just a wild guess—good to know my gut's still got the right of it. But a watch, a sketchbook, souvenirs... You've a bit of home tucked away in your bunk, huh? Grand altogether, that. Almost sounds cozy, MacTavish.
And the sketchin'—wouldn't have had you marked for the artistic type. That somethin' you picked up young, or did it come later?
sometimes ye need a taste o'home, so aye.
Now, the art? That was an early on bit... my mam needed tae find ways tae keep me busy an outta her hair. When not helpin' Da, I was usually tinkerin or drawing. Wasnae good at first, but I've gotten better over the years.
Well, seems she had the right idea keepin' you busy so you wouldn't be underfoot. Though, considerin' you stuck with it, guess it worked out real well. What d'you usually sketch? Just whatever's in front of you or you got a particular muse?
Depends, when I need to kill time I'll draw what's in front o'me or things from memory, like home or m'family. Though I was recently introduced tae this thing called fanfiction, and now I ken I'm allowed tae draw m'favorite characters as other things so sometimes I take liberties an make m'friends and family as different things.
Price did stumble on mbook once an had me on latrine duty fer a week because I drew him as the monopoly man.
Price as the Monopoly man? So, he's not a fan of high society—good to know. But I've gotta admit, the image of him in a top hat and morning suit is almost too good to pass up. Think he could pull it off, honestly...
But, what about the others? Anyone else caught in one of your 'interpretations', or are you savin' that for a later disciplinary notice?
No one is safe. I've various itterations across many books of familiar faces. Drawing people is fascinatin 'cause everyone is so different. Sometimes the images come out more like caricatures, sometimes they are just frozen n time moments like someone pressed pause.
Donnae get me started on cloth draping and fingers. Why is it so bloody hard tae draw a hand tha actually looks like a bloody hand. Took me a fools age tae get it tae look like eyes I was drawing tae be realistic, because ye set the skin wrong around one of them n they look like the donnae belong tae the same face. Art is work sometimes.
Donnae tell Price, but tha wasn't the best one I've of 'I'm. Punk Price actually came out pretty good. I did all the boys in tha sort of style.
With an eye for detail, you're nailing things then. Must be a real treasure trove, that. Gotta admit, now I've got this mental image of him with piercings and a leather jacket, and it's... well, it's somethin' else. Can't decide if it's terrifying or brilliant.
But you're right about art being work. Those small details, like hands and eyes—they can make or break a drawing, huh? S'like the moment you focus too hard on them, they start lookin' more like eldritch horrors than anything human. Ever get frustrated enough to scrap a whole sketch or are you more of the type to keep at it until it finally looks right?
And hey, since you mentioned it, what's the process like when you're doin' those 'frozen in time' sketches?
If ye ask nice maybe I'd show ye one day. Just no when Price is about. It's like he senses I'm doin somethin I'm nae supposed tae.
Och, Aye. There's always one or two I scrap. Depends on why though, I do try tae finish a piece if it's a full piece. Some jus stay as sketches, ye ken, but if I'm perfecting the bit then yeah I try tae work through it. Most of my first few sketch books were filled with things tha will na'er see the light O'Day. Sometimes poses are hard if yer not looking directly at the thing.
Usually I like tae ave a photograph to work from, somethin I can keep lookin back on. If it's in charcoal I sit down fer a messy sketch and begin tae build texture. Color is much more a process.... an I've dabbled a bit with paint but pencils and charcoal are my favorite.
