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Chocolate-flavored Dessert Cream on the House

[The bunks are filling up, but the new faces just keep appearing!

Are you a travel-weary passenger having trouble keeping your crew roster straight? Perhaps you are a fresh new recruit, finding themselves dumped into a new (and much less shiny) home. Or, maybe you've been around for a little bit and just haven't bothered meeting the other weirdos on this ship yet--what is their problem, anyway?

Well, this is the place for you!

All new passengers from the last few Shuffles, especially those who haven't met their crews yet, are welcome to post starter-comments here to invite those living on and visiting your ship to come and interact. Newbies could be just arriving on the ship, busying around where others can find them, or you can offering multiple options for interaction--however you'd like to set up your thread is fine. Just make sure to include the name of your ship in the header, so your crewmates can easily find you!

Everyone else-- go meet those newbies! Whether they are new to your own crew, or on ships you frequently visit, now is a great time to bump into them.]

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[It irks her in a way it shouldn't. She was the one admitting to stealing before and the fact that his mind goes there and not somewhere else is probably something almost resembling a compliment. But the casual assumption verging on accusation sets something off and she's doing a thing that she falls back on—attacking with the truth.]

Turned thirteen and watched soldiers murder my parents because they didn't want to turn me over. Spent the rest of my time fighting to stop the mutant who had risen to power because he was trying to kill all the humans. Society collapsed. Half the world was irradiated and the other half was in ruins. No one cared about money anymore.

So what it said on my crime list, Dean, was murder [among other things] because it doesn't matter to them whether you're doing it for fun, to survive or because you're trying to protect people in a war.

And I'm guessing my list looked a lot like yours.

[ Somehow, that outburst surprises him less than the first one. He listens, quiet and solemn through it. Sounds like a load of crap nobody should have to deal with, but a lot of people do. Sounds familiar, at times. And she knows him, at least well enough to know his opinion on monsters, probably that he's a hunter. He wouldn't put it past her to know more than that, either. His list probably looked a lot like hers, just like she said. And more, for all the things he doesn't tell anybody. ]

Yeah. It would.

[ It's a thin line, like the edge of a knife, talking about justified murder. But he can't fault any of what she says. She says it perfect, just what he wants to hear. And if she weren't so angry about it, he might think he was getting played.

Honestly? He's still suspicious. And it takes a lot more than a pretty speech to win his trust. But he can't say she doesn't talk a good talk. ]

So I guess you know I'm a hunter? Probably told you... back home, I kill monsters.

[ He's baiting her, sure. But he likes that she's angry about it. She should be. And anger, way more than being sorry for yourself, you can use. ]

[Anger used to be her go-to. Strangely enough, time in the prison had relaxed her. Fewer dangers. More friends. No masses of people who hate and fear her. She even fell in love. And little by little some of those walls she'd built up to protect herself came down. Sometimes she really misses that protection.

Her old habit is feeling safe and familiar, though she wasn't expecting him to agree so easily. He saves it with that implication—if it is one—that she falls in the "monster" category.]

I know you and Sam are hunters. [Something she wouldn't disagree with as long as it wasn't indiscriminate.] Sam worked for me. [Normally, she'd say with even if for is just as true. She was the leader. But at the moment it's just a barb she's returning for the monsters comment.]

He did, huh?

[ Dean's answer is flat as before, unimpressed, a little cold. If she thinks throwing Sam's name around is going to win her any favors, she doesn't know either of them as well as she thinks. If anything, it's less reason to trust her. Dean loves Sam, he'd die for him - has died for him - but that doesn't mean Sam makes good decisions or keeps good friends. And it wouldn't be the first time Dean had killed a monster that Sam trusted.

...But, alright, that was years ago. And Dean regrets it, some days. He and Sam are different people from who they used to be. Anyway, the point's moot. He knows she's not a monster, not the kind he kills. But you can find out a lot about a person by hitting them where they're sensitive. And as long as she keeps hiding behind Sam instead of threatening him... Well, Dean'll take it. ]

Honestly? I don't care what you and Sam did before, or what you and me did before. All I care about is what you do from right now moving forward. You want to help save people? I'm with you. Doesn't matter to me if you're human or not, as long as your head's on straight. But the day you start killing somebody innocent? Or going after my family? That's the day I kill you.

Until then, we're good.

[She just watches him quietly, temper heading back down to a low simmer.]

Fine. [If she ever actually was killing innocent people for some reason she'd want to be stopped or at least her now would want her then stopped. It's been a long time since she's killed anyone innocent or otherwise. She tried a couple of times in the prison. Once early on when she was still very much in the mindset of home and being attacked and then later in the hopes of protecting the others. She would prefer other solutions if they can be found, but when they can't she'll do what needs to be done.]

The same goes for you.

[Her hand twitches at her side a bit, wanting to reach for a cigarette, but she only has a few left. This is going to be a long stay.]

Wouldn't expect any less.

[ Instinctively, he wonders how he'd even kill her if he wanted to. Bullets must pass right through her. But then she's not falling through the floor now, which means she probably controls it. Get in close and surprise her with it, then.

Dean has no intentions of killing her, but it's comforting to plan it out, anyway, whatever that says about him. Beats cigarettes, though it falls short of a hard shot of something strong. After a beat, he adds. ]

Thanks. For telling me, being honest about it. You didn't have to, and you knew how I'd react. That takes guts.

Life's hard enough. No reason to make it harder by pretending to be someone you're not.

[Though as she relaxes some, she does appreciate the compliment part of that.] And we're crewmates now. Maybe not by choice, but we're in whatever this is together.

[ To the fist thing, Dean shrugs. He's practically made a living out of pretending to be different people. With strangers? It's a hell of a lot easier than telling the truth, most of the time. Even the fact that she knows he's a hunter makes his skin feel itchy. But she's right in another way. With people you really know... Yeah, keeping things is a problem. Dean does it anyway, but it doesn't exactly end good most of the time. So he can't really blame her.

Anyway, what she says after that, he can agree with, no stopping. ]

Yeah, I hear you.

[ And so does everyone else on the ship who's paying any attention, since this is a public video feed. Dean forgot all about that little fact. Probably should've figured out how to private these things, like Sam did. Damn it. So much for hiding. He clears his throat. ]

Alright, I'm gonna go see what this, uh, space station thing is all about. You need anything, you know how to reach me. You get into any trouble, you call.

[ They're crewmates, like she said. And he likes her. Maybe she's got someone better to go to, but the offer's still on the table if she wants it. ]

[This is going to be an interesting relationship, isn't it? Kitty's good with that. The anger and irritation from the for has faded into nothing for the moment.] I'll probably be out there soon too. Same goes for you, Dean.

[It is more likely she'd go to Rogue or one of the other X-Men who aren't her X-Men if there was trouble, but the offer means something. Which is good since they might be spending a lot of time together between stops at least.]

[ Yeah, he'd go to his family before he'd go to her too, but it can't hurt to have somebody on your side who's close as on the same ship. Dean doesn't know if he can really trust her or not, but it seems like a good bet. If she's reliable, she's the kind of person he'd like having on his side.

Also the passing through walls thing is freaking awesome. ]

Right. See you around, Kitty.

[ With a curt nod, he disconnects the feed. ]

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