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Who: Windrose crew and friends!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: All Windrose, all the time
When: In the general August area

[We may be sad to leave the beautiful planet behind, but we still have each other!]

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[ He snorts lightly. ]

The chances of me convincing him to do that are very low.

[She hands Charles back the stylus for the frame.

Sigh.] Some day Erik will think I'm cool. Or okay. [Probably not. But you know. Gotta have goals.]

[ He blinks. ]

Give it time. He's not very good with enthusiasm.

[ Or being liked, but that's not for Charles to say. ]

I've been friends with way bigger assholes than Erik. Maine thought I was crazy, but then he turned out to be my best friend. But then again, he also decided I must be a badass because I survived getting thrown out of Bifrons Tower. So I guess Maine is more easygoing, even if he's a bigger asshole.

[She misses Maine. She misses him staring at her like she's speaking in tongues, that little lip twitch that says he's trying really hard not to smile. She tends to gravitate toward people that she can crash into like walls, because she needs that point of stability. Though what she can offer them in return is really an open question to her mind.]

As I said. Give it time. Erik is a lot kinder than he appears.

[Shrug.] It's really not a big deal, Charles. I just try to be friends with everyone. And Erik's important to you, so that makes him important to me, that's all.

[She knows not everyone is going to get along. That's how interpersonal dynamics work. So she'll just do her best and be herself and it'll be what it'll be.]

[ It's still hard to put what he has with Erik into words. The fights, the anger, the betrayals, the losses. Erik and Charles have never tried to fully explain it because there was no way to make people understand it. ]

Erik is his own person, even though he's important to me. Don't push yourself for my sake.

Nah. He just... he reminds me a lot of my old partner Octavian. So I keep saying really stupid shit to him, even though it's not fair to expect him to understand it. So it's my fault whenever things get weird because I don't think enough about stuff.

[And remembering Octavian is like remembering a ghost. It comes in snatches, impressions manifesting at unexpected times, because of a word, a gesture, a smell, who knows.]

[She nudges Charles.] It's your turn.

I'm sure he doesn't see it that way.

[ He glances back at the picture. ] Where were we?

[She snorts.] He thought I was expecting ass pats when I felt bad about a really dumb thing. So I called him a dick. Then we went shopping, so it was fine.

We were on hoverboards! On the moon. On hoverboards.

Ah, yes.

And then there were aliens.

[ They're green. ]

And the aliens wanted to catch all the birds. Because there were totally birds on this moon.

[She draws in some birds, one of them being caught by the aliens with a net. Then glances at Charles and conscientiously gives the birds little astronaut helmets.]

Of course. Why not.

Moon birds are a very serious subject, Charles. [Of course she's teasing.] They have lots of. Um. Habitat challenges.

Hmm. Like Martian eagles, perhaps?

[ He pencils them in. ]

Just like the Martian eagles. Which eat sprinkles, so one of them grabbed the puppy and started flying away!

What a surprise turn of events.

The universe is a mysterious and surprising place.

So I suppose they plan to rescue their dog. With . . . jetpacks.

Sometimes emergency jet packs are necessary. Unless one of them has a bird gravity beam... [You know. Since Charles doesn't like flying.]

I'm sorry, a what beam?

Bird gravity. It uses gravity and only works on birds. At least when the dial is set to birds. [Nod nod nod. You can totally believe her on this one.]

Oh, of course. I had to make sure.

You're lucky you have a super creative engineer like me on your side.

I am greatly relieved.