mingle post? mingle post. MINGLE POST!!

[carreau]

Who: you
Broadcast: if you want
Action: also if you want
When: right. goddamn. now.

[ It's a mingle post. IN SPACE.

Just comment and tag around. ]

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[wilder]

Stomach injury in a fight.

[The answer is simple, non-reactive. As if Robin just asked him what he had for breakfast or something mundane]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ow. Slow bleed?

[oh look someone else who's completely nonreactive about death. he knew he liked this guy for a reason.]

[wilder]

Mmhmm. Don't recommend it.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Sounds terrible. Glad to see you made it up and on your feet again... By whatever force.

[he is so tickled right now. this made his day.]

[wilder]

[There's a small shrug] Wasn't anything special. Just people with the tech-power who thought I'd be of use.

Couldn't tell you the specifics of how it worked.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

That's fine. I wouldn't want to know.

[ah... he stretches up towards the ceiling...]

Interesting, but the specifics aren't my business.

[wilder]

[There's a slight eyebrow raise]

What is your business then?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Politics and bounty hunting.

[ha ha, he leans forward again.]

So, what's being dead like, anyway?

[wilder]

[He'll look back at Robin, meeting his gaze]

Are you saying you don't already know?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I am.

[...this may be turning into a casually-talking-about-dying gaze-off.]

[wilder]

[Yes as they stare deeply into each other's windows to their....terrible terrible souls. Sexy]

Then...afraid there's not much to say! I don't remember a whole lot.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh. [the intense death-loving gaze dies down a little, though his face stays mostly the same.] I'm not sure if that's a shame or not. Ah, well. Thank you anyway.