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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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[littletonoidea]

[His eyes widen. Oh he heard what you meant the first time, sister.]

No. Oh my god.

[cactusy]

Eiffel--

[What does she do!! She closes her eyes for a second or two, then blinks them open and stares at his hands rather than meeting his gaze.]

How are you handling this?

[littletonoidea]

You heard me screaming from the rooftops, right? I got it all out of my system, had a few people help me screw my head back on. And also then she broke Hilbert's arm, so I had to put my warden hat back on for a while.

[He leans back on the couch, pulling his cigarette and lighter out.]

But it's... I dunno. I'm still not over it. It's gonna take a while to get used to.

[cactusy]

Do you think it's weird that it happened to both of us at the exact same time?

[Feels a little contrived and not real!]

[littletonoidea]

[The question helps him simmer down a little.]

...I dunno. I guess it's kinda hinged on whether you think there's something linking them? And if it's just the two of us, I'm not sure that's a decent sample size.

[cactusy]

[She closes her eyes again, rolls that answer around in her head for a few long moments, and then nods.]

Okay.

I never freak out. Not my thing. But I'm, uh-- doing my version of it.

[Root.]

[littletonoidea]

Mind Majorly Blown in C minor, always a classic.

[As if he knows anything about musical notation.]

Is there... anything I can do to try and help? I'm a great distraction?

[cactusy]

You're helping now.

[Just being around him helps.]

Seriously, I don't just come here because of the zero-g; you know that, right?