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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[cactusy]

i'm just full of surprises

[littletonoidea]

Attacking me was a fun one. Welcome to the surprisingly exclusive list.

[cactusy]

where do you work? i'll avoid it for a while if you want

and i'll make sure the news gets to you when they catch the guy who was puppeting me

[But she is, for once, not on the front lines of that effort.]

[littletonoidea]

Maintenance. I follow where the work takes me.

[Eiffel you avoid work and let Rawne do ninety percent of it when it crops up.]

wait why are you avoiding me now?

[cactusy]

most people aren't too keen on seeing someone who attacked them sitting across from them at the breakfast table

[littletonoidea]

I mean, I live on the same ship as Hilbert.

But also I don't mind cos it wasn't really your fault. Hard to make a convincing argument that you wanted to kill me with someone else's fingers in your brain.

[cactusy]

i didn't want to kill you

still wouldn't really blame you if you didn't want to look at my face right now

[littletonoidea]

you also kept my bloated corpse in your cabin and let me sleep off some of my death toll. I think that kinda balances your scales.

[cactusy]

ok

how's the death toll going

[littletonoidea]

Could be worse. The pain's all in the same two spots instead of every Douggie inch, which is way better than last time. And my boy Roman's over and

yeah he's sticking round til I feel better. Which is like. Weird in a nice way.

[cactusy]

cool

[She has no idea who Roman is and would probably reassess her word choice if she'd met him even once, but.]

good

> Audio

[littletonoidea]

[There's like a solid minute or two with no response.

Then:]

Can we get a raincheck on how long you're gonna be weird about this for so we can hang out later?

[He still sounds like crap but he's up to full sentences now!]

> Audio

[cactusy]

I'm not gonna be weird about the attack if you're not.

[She sounds tired, even flatter than usual, and a little disassociated.]

Gonna be weird about the mind control thing for a while, though. Few days, maybe.

Re: > Audio

[littletonoidea]

Fair enough. Mind control's the frickin' worst. Hilbert's stupid plant monster possessed me at the start of the year.

> Audio

[cactusy]

... Huh.

You okay?

[littletonoidea]

Oh, yeah. I mean, it didn't really do much besides make demands for fertiliser and threaten to turn everyone into mulch, but it was still obnoxious. Like, that's my body, man, go get your own.

[cactusy]

Yeah.

When did you wanna hang out.

[littletonoidea]

Love a woman that knows what she wants.

I dunno, whenever you're free? I'm still gonna be sleeping this off for a bit, but you're clear to come over and watch a movie or something with me. Or if you don't like how video killed the radio store, I've got a couple dozen mix tapes I like to cycle through in my downtime.

[cactusy]

Is zero-G an option?

[littletonoidea]

On as default, babe. Swing by whenever, I'll put some pants on real quick.

[cactusy]

Oh my way. Also wearing pants.

[Ha. Ha. Ha.

He'll get a knock on his door about ten minutes later. Time to f l o a t.]

[littletonoidea]

[The door opens with a loud creak from the inside, and-- perhaps shockingly, it's classical music playing. Which is entirely incongruous with the horrible t-shirt and cargo pants, most of the pockets of which are bulging with weird corners and stripped cables.

His hair is still fuzzy and short, but it's freshly washed and Eiffel gives her a bright smile, pushing himself away from the door by way of pushing it open so Shaw can come in.]

What's up, hot stuff.

[cactusy]

[Shaw in the wake of her death toll had looked tired and sick, but functional enough, even when she probably shouldn't have been. Shaw in the wake of being mindfucked by a vampire looks wiped, and done with life. She moves past Eiffel with only a quiet grunt of acknowledgement, breathing out a quiet sigh as she lets the lack of gravity lift her off her feet.]

[littletonoidea]

[Eiffel lets her drift pass, so he can close the door behind her.]

Good talk.

[And when it's shut and locked, he kicks off it so he can coast into the middle of the room, picking up half of a walkie talkie that he's disassembled and pulls a screwdriver out from his back pocket.]

You wanna change the music, just ask Tiny Hera. She's got your back.

[cactusy]

[Shaw lets herself drift upwards and upwards and upwards, until her nose is inches from the ceiling. It's nice. With her body suspended in space and touching nothing, she feels like she's barely here at all.]

Tiny... Hera?

[She croaks belatedly, after a few long moments of silence.]