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driftfleet2015-08-20 05:19 pm
geonomy) wrote in driftfleet2015-08-20 05:19 pm
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Welcome to Spaceo Kart!
Who: All aboard the SS Vanquish!
Broadcast: Neh (Maybe)
Action: All over the ship! Maybe beyond!
When: The last half of August.
[Racing, racing, racing! It seems like the nearly the entire crew is into this racing business, whether that means winning or losing some of these races. Clearly, they all have competitive streaks deep inside.
It's the middle of the week, so they're not expecting someone new to show up. But wouldn't you know it? Someone does. Time to break out the confetti and chocolate pudding ready, and welcome to the newest member of the Vanquish crew!]
Broadcast: Neh (Maybe)
Action: All over the ship! Maybe beyond!
When: The last half of August.
[Racing, racing, racing! It seems like the nearly the entire crew is into this racing business, whether that means winning or losing some of these races. Clearly, they all have competitive streaks deep inside.
It's the middle of the week, so they're not expecting someone new to show up. But wouldn't you know it? Someone does. Time to break out the confetti and chocolate pudding ready, and welcome to the newest member of the Vanquish crew!]
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And if he's going to quote one of the movies they watched during their 'date nights,' then so is she.
A small smile:] Never tell me the odds.
[...but yeah, it's pretty weird. Her expression sobers.] ...think that means more'll come? From Luceti, I mean?
[Loki had been long gone before Tony had showed up the final time, but the ache in Rogue's heart still definitely, desperately longed for hope. She had a feeling Tony would feel the same way, if about some entirely different.]
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...all this inter-dimensional time travel better not be making him older than he actually is.
he presses a finger against his lips, answering carefully. he doesn't want to give her false hope - and he doesn't want to give it to himself, either. ]
Are you hoping for a big old reunion in space? [ it's said flippantly, but the thought made his chest tight. the real shock of not having pepper here hasn't quite settled in yet. but how long before it did, and suffocated him? and there were others he wouldn't say no to seeing again. god. when had he gotten so sentimental? ]
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[She glances back at him.] It's just - this place hasn't been so bad, so far. Food ain't so great, but... could be a lot worse.
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[ he stretches out his fingers, splaying then on the armrest of the recliner. it could be a lot worse.
it could be luceti. ]
But - god, just when we thought we had everything figured out? Here we are, shipped off to the next rodeo. It's - kind of wearying. I bet you're going to tell me this place doesn't have a decent burger joint, either.
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The food's all synthesized protein. We've purchased a kitchen upgrade, an' we get the cook upgrade so there's some... rice flakey stuff an' other flavors, but it's mostly some kinda paste we just hafta manipulate into flavor.
[Pause a beat.] It's like Beast Boy's havin' his revenge for all the times I mocked his tofu burgers.
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Okay, so this is some kind of Survivor show, right? Because there's no way in hell they actually expect us to survive on flakes and paste. That's up there with Chinese water torture.
[ he will go forage on an alien planet for an in-and-out, hand to god. ]
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[She speaks with some wryness and some pride.]
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Please tell me there's some redemption in the beverage department. [ there has got to be a silver lining here. even luceti had gourmet cooks! the war and experiments are almost worth the better food prospects.
almost. ]
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Gotta wait until update 3 ta get coffee. No alcohol, unless we get it planet side. I have some from the last trip.
[So obviously this expresses a willingness to share. Without actually expressing a willingness to share.]
...an' I'm gettin' pretty good at makin' the food taste like food. I will say that. It ain't great, but it's, well. It's better than it could be.
[Go on, Tony. Guess what her augment is. Guess.]
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he runs a hand over his face. luceti's war and experiments and liquor and seventh heaven are sounding better and better. ]
I suppose you're the cook, then, since you seem to know so much about how terrible the food is.
[ he vaguely wonders if she's tried to make a gel mud pie yet. the thought makes him shudder. ]
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Yeah.
[One hand goes up to rub at her augment.]
It's weird. Was thinkin' of switchin', since we've already got a cook, but...
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him? he'd rather get back to basics and work in the guts of the ship if he could. no heroing, no suiting, no avenging. just some wires and bolts and tools. ]
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It was... it was really nice to be doing something to give life instead of take it away.]
Doesn't seem ta be much call ta immediately need to switch, anyway. An' it makes for good trade between the ships.
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[ because if she really enjoyed it, he certainly isn't about to dissuade her from her post. ]
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That's not a bad name, Tony, I'll give ya that.
[...and he was here. He was really here. She couldn't help smiling.]
Wouldn't make pie with this stuff, though. It's all... protein paste. Flavored, but... bleck.
[Pause a beat.] ...been thinkin' of changin' it, though.
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it's rare, for them, to be able to just be happy without the shadow of something dark immediately over the horizon. maybe there was, and he just didn't know it yet. but in this case? perhaps ignorance really was bliss. ]
Changing? Changing how? [ if it meant better food, he would help in any way possible, hand to god. ]
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[Guess which one she left out and which one she really wants to be? Hint: They're two separate jobs.
And oh hey, guess which jobs she's actually considering? Neither of the two above? Oh no...]
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but, for now: ]
But what one do you want to do? [ because as far as he is concerned, she should be doing whatever the hell she wants. ]
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...she... can't... help tell him, though.]
Pilot, I think. But the ship doesn't need a pilot. So... I'm still makin' up my mind.
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Every ship needs a pilot. [ and this is coming from a guy who has an AI butler. ] Who's gonna land it in an emergency when the power goes out?
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[She's just sayin'.
She glances away.]
Anyway, the ship's already got a pilot.
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[ the fact that he can toss in that reference so casually shows a bit of healing on his part, at least. ]
So? They probably aren't half as good at it as you would be. Just going off of my completely subjective and not-biased-at-all opinion.
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Oh. Oh right.
Shit.
She winces a little in apology before moving to defend her captain.]
Clay's actually got trainin' ta be an astronaut so - don't think a few runs on the Blackbird can beat that. [She gave him a small grin.] Thank you, though, for your completely subjective and not-biased-at-all opinion.
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