[Video]

[helladoomed]

[Chloe is curled up somewhere in front of a viewport, looking out at space. There's a blanket in her lap, covered with what looks like polaroid photos. There's a half-empty bottle of something brown and viscous tucked into the space between her leg and the window. The first few seconds of the video are just her looking like she wants to say something, then sighing and instead she tugs a cigarette from her pocket, lights it, and takes a drag before looking at the camera.]

I've been here for a fuckin' year.

[It's said in a 'can you seriously believe this shit?' tone, and after she says it she takes another drag of her cigarette. Clearly trying to calm her nerves.]

It kinda snuck up on me, with the attack and everything. Didn't realize it till suddenly...bang. A year. A year.

It doesn't feel that long. [She added.] No idea if that's a good thing or not, you know? Guess it's good. Beats the alternative.

But it's all so like...different.

[Another drag.]

When I got here, Max was here. And Alex and...shit. A lot of people that aren't now. Try not to spend time thinkin' about it but I guess anniversaries are hard to avoid. I-

[She trails off, turning to look out the window for probably longer than she realizes. Her reflection is...subdued, really?]

Just...you ever think how something that's good can actually be really fuckin' awful? I mean I Shit!

[She shifts as she turns back, which disrupts the blanket in her lap and sends a half the pictures scattering out of view, with her making desperate attempts at grabbing them that fail. Once they finish falling she just slumps back against the glass.] Fucking hell.

Uh. I don't- [She groans.] Don't even know why I did this never mind.

[She grabs the communicator and turns it off before she can say anything else.]

[Welcome to yet another episode of angry slightly drunk and actually really sad Chloe Price. Feel free to try and cheer her up, it might work!]


[And then hours later, voice only.]

Anybody have any glue?

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[action.]

[helladoomed]

[He's going to be ignoring a lot of curse words if he hangs around Chloe.]

Yeah, it sucks huh? I try to cook but it's like making a house of legos or something.

[She trails off at his other question, and doesn't answer until she's had another bite of cake.]

That's one way to look at it.

[action.]

[edwinjarvis]

[Such is the life of me.

Bless you, he's just before LEGO became a thing.]

Well, we could talk about what's bothering you in detail.

... Or we could eat cake or perhaps bake something messy.

I find when I'm bothered I enjoy a fit of stress-baking.

[action.]

[helladoomed]

Pass.

[At least for now. She'd managed to settle herself down, she wasn't going to open that wound again right away.]

...I'd be up for baking, though. [Ah, if only he knew the joke that was there.] If we have the shit we need anyway.

[action.]

[edwinjarvis]

[Your cursing is seriously daggers in my heart.

But alright!]

Is there any food in particular you're missing from home?

We'll never know until we try it!

[Chloe he's a food wizard, we can do this.]

[action.]

[helladoomed]

[Well she isn't gonna stop! Poor Jarvis.]

Mm. Had any luck makin' pancakes? I've managed a couple times but they're never really...right.

[Milk was something of an important ingredient.]

[action.]

[edwinjarvis]

[OH YOU DIDN'T —

He practically sparkles at the inquiry.]

Those I can certainly make. They're nothing special, but they'll do, if you would like me to show you the recipe; I've spent many a-trial and error to get it right.

[action.]

[helladoomed]

...Can't say no to that, I guess.

[She finally shuffled herself around to push her blankets and pictures off and stand up.]

[action.]

[edwinjarvis]

[Oh, he's quite a hop to his step.]

I hope you'll forgive me for a lack of syrup; I do have jam and fruit to make up for it, and you may find the fruitiness a good substitute. Think of it... more as a crepe, anyway. A... space crepe?