mingle mangle

[takeabow]

Who: anyone!
Broadcast: why not!
Action: sure!
When: Whenever!

[ what are you up to, flooters? passing the time playing cribbage? watching Die Hard with a Vengeance, or maybe trying to repair friendships and perceptions of people that were dashed by invasive dreamscapes?

This is a mingle, so enjoy! ]

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[truthvalue]

Early or late?

[tothefly]

Hard to tell. I'm not even sure we stick to a standard 24-hour cycle here. Or if there's any missing gaps of time.

[It's a little disconcerting, to be honest. She's always been very good at counting time.]

[truthvalue]

Well, happy birthday anyway, early or late.

[tothefly]

...Thank you. It isn't really something I celebrate. Usually, I'm working.

[It's just another day. If anything, a reminder that she hasn't managed to get herself killed for another year.]

[truthvalue]

It could always be worse. You could be spending your birthday in the hospital, having your appendix taken out.

[tothefly]

[She's spent her share of them in the hospital already. Getting bullets taken out, usually, but his pragmatic optimism still twists her lips in a smile.]

Guess you're right. Space prison isn't so bad. At least the view's nice.

[truthvalue]

It's different. Do you like chocolate?

[tothefly]

I don't have much of a sweet tooth, but I wouldn't say no to it. Why?

[truthvalue]

Come by the kitchen in a couple of hours. I'll have something for you.

[tothefly]

That's not necessary, really. I don't do much celebrating.

[truthvalue]

It would be my pleasure. It's your first birthday in space, right? That's something worth noting, at least.

[tothefly]

It's hopefully my last, too.

[God, if this thing is right, if the calendar is at all accurate, she'd been here for over seven months now.]

Not that the view isn't great, but I've really got things to be doing.

[truthvalue]

[Souji's mind suddenly ticks backward, to the weird dream, or whatever it was, where he'd seen her high up on a shelf, and the sticky book he'd flipped through in her presence.]

Your ledger?

[tothefly]

[She supposes she shouldn't be all that surprised. Some people don't really remember what happened those nights, but she remembers it all clearly; no reason others wouldn't, too.]

In general.

The ledger is...more of a metaphor, I guess.

[truthvalue]

It's important work. [That much is obvious.]

[tothefly]

Just something that needs to be done.

[truthvalue]

Then that makes it important. [He smiles amicably.] I hope you're able to get back to it soon.

[tothefly]

Thank you.

There something waiting for you, back home?

[truthvalue]

Just my last year of high school. University, after that.

[After that ... who knows.]