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[So we've been stuck on the poison moon for a couple months now, so a lot of people probably want to get away from that.

Unfortunately, the only place you really can get away from it besides your own ship is the Iskaulit. So, here's a June Iskaulit mingle!]

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( She'd been exploring the ship, seeing everything that it had to offer. Both Hank and Charles had told her that the Iskaulit had a lot there - that that was where most of the businesses and places to do things were.

She hadn't expected to find Erik in the gardens. Actually Moira hadn't expected to run into Erik at all. She knew he was here but just accidentally running into him? Well, that probably was the only way they'd meet - he wouldn't seek her out, and after how things had ended she didn't know if she would either. But now she's found him, sat reading, and though it could just be easy to turn back around and pretend she hasn't seen him she doesn't want him to see her do that. Avoiding someone is easier when they don't know you're avoiding someone, so clearly the best thing to do is to greet them )

Erik.

( Although disturbing him isn't really the best option either. Well done )

[The voice jerks him out of the book, and he looks up sharply. Seeing that it's Moira only hardens his expression further. This wasn't ideal. It was far from it. Moira MacTaggert was not a woman he intended to reforge a relationship with. Looking at it critically, they had barely had one to remake. She had been a means to an end, part of the CIA mission that Charles had managed to hook him into. And then, Cuba... he distinctly remembers the sharp tang of bullets.

He closes his book with a snap, rising to his feet. He won't have this conversation while sitting down.]

Yes? [No greeting. If she has a purpose here, she can tell it.]

( Maybe this had been a bad idea. Looking at Erik it definitely felt like it. She should have just left him to his reading )

Raven told me you were here.

( Charles and Hank did too, but Raven had been first. She wanted to assume that he'd been warned about her - warned that he might run into her, but she didn't know what they all talked about )

I thought we should get this over with.

"This"? I have nothing to say to you.

[And he doesn't, really. There is a lot he could say. About her, about her government, about humanity. All of it leads to ugliness, and it isn't worth the effort. Even if it would garner ratings.]

But I do.

( And although Moira knows that he doesn't care what she has to say she doesn't care about that. She wants to say it, and she's not going to let him - or she's going to try to not let him - interrupt her )

We're both in this fleet. Sometimes we might have to work together.

Unlikely. [He's loathe to do anything of the sort. The last time they'd worked together ended with bullets, missiles, and blood.]

You might not have a choice on that.

( Not if the Atroma enjoys drama as much as she's been told. And don't worry, the memories of the last time are incredibly fresh for her )

It doesn't mean I'll be seeing you out if I don't have to.

( For him more than her. She's not so objective to his presence )

I hardly need a lecture in how choice is taken from us in these situations.

I wasn't giving you one. But you're so determined that it won't happen. It might not be for you that it happens.

( What if it was for Charles? Or Raven? Would he work with her then? )

I don't care about the reasons. You can do what you want. Just don't expect me to make nice with you.

I wasn't going to. ( Not after that parting ) But it would be something to know that you could work with me if it came to that. You did once.

( And then it all went wrong. And honestly Moira knew that she'd never get to explain - that he wouldn't care for her explanation. He wasn't a fan of humans, she'd shot at him and despite her reasons he only saw the action. He didn't want to work with her, but would he if he had to? Maybe at this point no - he's so adamant to not )

You're asking me to give you a definite answer based on a theoretical situation, of which there are no details. If and when the time comes, I'll make my decision then.

[It's the best she's going to get from him. Moira re-entering his life has brought his grievances to bear entirely on her. She now stands in for the rest of their world's human race. It's not a rational response, not in the slightest. Erik has never been the most rational man, not in the heat of the moment.]

( Well she supposes that that's something. It's more of an answer than a refusal, even if it's still uncertain )

Then we'll see what happens. It might work out.

( Look she had to go with hope, even if it made her seem foolish )

Is that all?

[He's not so hopeful. Moira would be better served to talk to any of the other mutants from their world, who likely enjoy her company.]

Yes.

( Because she was never going to push it even if she wanted to be civil. Pushing him wouldn't end up civil )

I'm on the Bloodsport, in case you wanted to know where to avoid.

Fine.

[With that, he brushes past her and walks off. He doesn't habitually visit other ships, but he'll keep that in mind.

He doesn't bother telling her which ship he's on, either. Charles will likely say that at some point.]

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