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[sensationate]

WHO Jordan Leslie, Alex Daniels
BROADCAST Fleetwide video!
LOCATION The lovely Marsiva!
WHEN February 2nd!

[ The feed doesn't kick on until one of them is moving. Two separate people on Marsiva's hospitality deck, one clean cut and dressed in a rather sharp business suit while the other looks a bit rough and tumble in his polo and jeans and multiple piercings in his eyebrow, cartilage, lobe, etc., but they seem to have come together after waking. Jordan, the clean cut one, has his arms around Alex, the rough but handsome one who looks STARTLINGLY FAMILIAR, from behind and a head on his shoulder. ]

What the fuck—?? Get off of me, stupid fucking pixie.

No. I'm looking at something. [ And it's true, he has his head tilted and a hand comes up to hold Alex's ear aside, and Jordan just huffs lightly before he lets go and holds on tight. ] How long were we asleep?

I don't care, leave me alone. [ Alex just reaches up and smacks Jordan's hands aside and growls. Not a very pleasant one, this guy is. ] What do I look like, your goddamn wristwatch? I have no fucking clue.

[ Jordan ain't even bothered. ] Are you hungry? Has it been long?

Ugh, I'm fine. Maybe if you stopped messing with my ear, you'd fucking notice this.

I've already stopped, sugarplum.

[ And he just finally looks around and. what. what is this place. where are they. ] The fuck are we? Hey, pixie bitch, the fuck did you take us? [ BECAUSE THIS IS OBVIOUSLY JORDAN'S FAULT, RIGHT? ]

... Alex, we've been here since we woke up. You know as much as I do, so why don't we look around together? [ Meaning he isn't letting you go, so there. ]

Comments

[sensationate]

[ When she mentions the pods, Jordan realizes that he knows what she's talking about. That... is disturbing and achingly curious. ]

More and more, it sounds like the space between ships is artificial at best.

[blindoptimism]

It's true. You spend more day to day time with the people on your ship, but it's easy to form friendships with people on other ships.

[sensationate]

Then their premise must have some other element not quite as apparent.

[blindoptimism]

Hm, perhaps. [but she doesn't have any theories to present right away, so she leaves it at that]

Was there anything else that you wanted to know about this place?

[sensationate]

There's no way to remove that thing behind our ears, right?

[blindoptimism]

No, and the way that it's been implanted... it's incredibly unpleasant to attempt it. [that's putting it mildly]

[sensationate]

That sounds like you're saying no one has tried hard enough because of that.

[blindoptimism]

I... yes, I suppose so. Until we know that it would be safe to do so, I don't think anyone will remove it by force.

[sensationate]

Who said anything about force?

[blindoptimism]

Mm, I'm sorry, I wasn't clear. When I hear "tried hard enough" I imagine... someone attempting to push through the discomfort and remove their own implant with willpower.

But so far, it has seemed to be too dangerous for anyone to attempt.

[sensationate]

And no, that isn't quite what I meant. If one person can't do it themselves, then they need to come at it with someone else.

Dangerous or discomforting?

[blindoptimism]

Possibly both. Discomforting for sure, but... considering this device is likely attached to our brain, we can only guess how dangerous it would be.

[sensationate]

Oh, I'm sure there's someone out there who would volunteer to try having it removed anyway.

[ Because grays are dumb, geddit? ]

[blindoptimism]

[she doubts it greatly, she still remembers the discomfort that came from Hange only barely touching it. It's hard to imagine someone allowing it to be taken out]

Perhaps. I suppose there's no harm in asking and seeing if anyone is willing...

[sensationate]

Exactly. We'll have to find some sort of surgeon first, of course, but we're bound to have one come along eventually. If we haven't already?

[blindoptimism]

I'll ask around. It's a very particular skill set, but there is a chance.

[sensationate]

Oh, good. Maybe we'll hit gold. Keep me up to date, will you?

[blindoptimism]

I will. [oh! she realizes how long they've been talking]

And I'm sorry, I think I've taken up quite a bit of your time.

[sensationate]

Time that I've been giving freely. To be honest, it doesn't look like there's much to do here... but if you're luckier than I am with something to entertain yourself awaiting, then go ahead.

[blindoptimism]

Mm, I hope we speak again soon. [she smiles as a goodbye, and hangs up. This was a nice chat! She's going to check up on him and make sure he settles in okay *^*]