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Who: The intrepid crew of the SS Paisley!
Broadcast: anything could happen, I guess?
Action: Anywhere on the ship
When: From the shuffle through the end of the month

[ Well the ship could only stay empty but for her captain for so long. And I'm sure the audience is just DYING to know what happens when these older folks show up and find their ship is captained by a 17-year-old with an attitude problem.

Let the games begin... ]

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You aren't usin' the augment. You're usin' your magic, which you had before you came here.

[ IRRELEVANT. ] E-Even so! It was still implied that I was meant to put my skills to use - implanted in my head or otherwise.

Tell me somethin', Lioriley.

[he crosses his arms.]

You think I make a good shrink?

[ we're going to pretend 'shrink' is a word added to her vocabulary thanks atroma.

his sudden off-topic(?) question leaves the elf momentarily baffled. ]

I... I cannot say?

Be honest. You think I'm good at givin' advice? At listenin' to people's problems?

[ IS THIS A TRICK QUESTION. ]

I am certain you could be, if given the chance. [ okay but seriously. ] Why does that matter?

I wouldn't even talk to you til today.

[:|]

They give us all jobs we don't wanna do, but they're gonna make us do 'em.

I had assumed you had your reasons. [ anyone with half a brain could see joel was really (unsure) about the whole magic business, so she just chalked it up to that.

she sighs. ]

Very well. I will limit my healing abilities while in your company, if you so wish it.

Good.

[and he's.. turning to leave.]

Thanks for the... magic.

[at least he says that.]

You are welcome. I will be here, should you need me again. [ thanks for... making her feel like she didn't actually do anything good here. ]

Do be careful, Joel.

[just kind of waving her off and... leaving.... to stew in how much of an asshole i am holy shit]

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