Starships were meant to fly

[youdontneedapictureofme]

Who: Goldstone and VISITORS
Broadcast: n/a
Action: aboard the ship or hanging out on the planet is a go
When: Month of February

[It's a mingle ya'll ♥]

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[postocular]

Everyone's going to die eventually. Sometimes there isn't a choice.

[ He offers a brief smile back in return. ]

'Course we'll take care of you, Leilani.

[veilstrike]

Being able to choose when you die is a gift, I suppose.

[ She glances at her hand, at the Anchor that's killing her, before she sighs softly. ]

And I'll take care of you, da'len, you have my word.

[postocular]

It's not really a luxury many people get. But I get it.. dying on your own terms is better. Makes you feel like there's something in your life you can control.

[ He reaches out and puts a hand gently on her wrist. She's not alone while she's here- not so long as he can help it. ]

[veilstrike]

Something like that. [ Her eyes flick away from the Anchor to look over before she softens, relaxing. ] It's alright. It's not going to be here forever.

[postocular]

You said you're going to lose your arm.. do you know when? Or is it like waiting for the other shoe to drop? [ Either way, not great! ]

[veilstrike]

As soon as I get home. [ She shrugs her shoulder absently. ] It's the very next thing for me to experience.

[postocular]

I'm sorry you have to go through that right when you get back, but you'll get through it because you're strong. It'll be okay.

[veilstrike]

It could be worse, da'len. It was either my arm or my life - I know which I prefer.

[postocular]

It could be. I'm really glad it's not.