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WHO Misha Hunt
BROADCAST Fleet-wide video!
ACTION Marsiva hospitality deck
WHEN May 20th because I'm a loser

[ The comm is set down on a table, facing down to give a wide angle of a young redheaded woman who is basically standing inside of a couch. Phasing! She looks to the camera, brows raised very pointedly!! And then walks forward to one of the walls leading further into the Marsiva and pushes.

Nada.

She looks back to the camera. Walks back to the couch, does a slow turn around while standing inside of it, then goes back and pushes on the wall again. After a moment, she steps back, uses both hands to point at the stubborn wall. ]

Is anyone else seeing this shit?

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[ What? She turns around and looks, then gets even closer to look. She has her visor, sure, but it's sometimes better to just see it up and personal. ]

Um... augment. Huh. Not really. Do I have options? Is this multiple choice?

[poetontheinside]

Choice? No. Feel around the back of your neck, you're gonna freak out but there's gonna be like like- a little bump there. A chip. Uploads stuff into your brain, like putting a floppy disk into a computer. [90s alert]

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Don't—fuck, I know about that already. Figured it out pretty quick. I meant... are there categories to this knowledge? What am I looking for?

[poetontheinside]

[He grimaces a little when she says she already knew, feeling a little silly, but he catches it before it can grow into a full-on expression] Oh, uh-- yeah, I mean, I got some engineering, but I can't fly the ships, you need a different chip for that. Think there's a security one, too, and some other ones that aren't as clear.

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[ She'd usually be fine with playing nice over it, but it looks like the augments are a sore spot. ]

Oh... oh. Yeah, I think flying ships. That sounds right. Well, that's eerily accurate of my apparent choices.

[poetontheinside]

You fly as well as walk through walls?

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Yes.

[ Let that one sink in. ]

[poetontheinside]

[God he is so jealous of all of this, he is visibly repressing his annoyance]

You don't have to look so smug about that.

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Well, no, but... I'd have to be pretty dead inside to not be happy about being able to fly. [ Her head tilts to the side. ] If you want me to tone down the brat, guess I could oblige, though.

[poetontheinside]

[He seems to consider it for a second, then shakes his head with a small grin] Nah, you're right. Go and gloat, leave us regular mortals feeling pathetic.

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See? Now you're getting the idea.

[ Her smile is slightly apologetic before it blooms further into an actual grin. ]

So what's a pathetic mortal do in a place like this, anyway?

[poetontheinside]

Right now? Gamble away all the credits he's got. Trying to take apart and put the ship back together without his pilot catching on.

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Gambling? [ That sounds like... a fun and dangerous diversion. Not her thing, but she's kind of jealous anyway. ] And hey, are you sure the pilot wouldn't want to join you?

[poetontheinside]

She highly disapproves of my tinkering. [Because he keeps leaving his tools in stupid places and making a lot of noise, but whatever.]

And yeah, the waystation? It's like one big casino. It's pretty nuts.

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So you're getting extra points in stealth while you tinker. Nice.

An entire space station casino. Now that, I'd like to see.

[poetontheinside]

Let's hope we're still hanging around by the time you get to your own ship, then.

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If nothing else, I can't imagine people wouldn't take pictures. You guys get cameras and stuff, right?

[poetontheinside]

Sure, I guess.

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At least tell me: does it look like it's in space, or did they completely miss the whole point and it's as boring as a regular casino?

[poetontheinside]

Tell me: what the fuck are you expecting a casino in space to look like?

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Big, glitzy, disorienting and sparkly. Look up and you can see somebody else playing a better hand than you all the way across the station. Dancers and waiters in anti-grav. Come on, cool stuff. Why else would you go to a casino in space instead of on your own planet?

[poetontheinside]

[...Oh, well, now he's disappointed.]

I guess it's just a regular old casino, then.

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[ Join her in the corner of disappointment. ]

Damn, that sucks. Really makes me wonder what the point is.

[poetontheinside]

Scamming dopes out of their money's important even in space, I guess.

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Maybe they're hoping we'll run ourselves broke and be more entertaining without any creature comforts. We have money, right?