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[goodjob]

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[goodjob]

[from here.]

It's not a big deal. [She shrugs.] I just wanna know what level of bullshit I should get geared up for.

[cupio]

Defcon levels. [ A small, apologetic smile and a shrug of her shoulders. ] I won't lie. This place sucks. I've seen enough drama here than I ever did at home and that's saying something. It doesn't feel like a good place to get on the bad side of anybody.

[ She seems so far from threatening that Clary understands and feels sorry for her. ] Being careful is all I can really suggest.

[goodjob]

[Well, that wasn't the response she was expecting from Sleeping Beauty.] Drama with space guns? [She holds up hers. Dramatic people with guns is never a good sign. Fiona shifts slightly, going a little more on alert.]

[This girl is either way out of her depth, or she's dispensing useful advice. Or both, whatever.] I'm Fiona, by the way. Uh, Gallagher. [Yeah.]

[cupio]

Clary. [ A small flex of her fingers like maybe she was going to wave in greeting like a loser before she thought better of it. ] Clary Fray. In case you ever need to look me up on the network. And I'm sorry for being super alarming, really. I just figured you wouldn't want any bullshit right now.

[ A weak smile. ] Especially after being dropped like that.

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[Fiona shrugs. She appreciates Clary's concern, really, but she doesn't want to show it. Gratefulness isn't a flattering emotion; it implies fear.] Yeah, it fucking sucked. They drop you guys like that, when you... [Fiona makes a vague gesture, like flying. When you got here.]

[goodjob]

[from here.]

[Fiona stops to consider this, and it gets her out of her previously more hawkish attitude. It's a philosophical question, which is... a novelty. A novelty that deserves consideration, certainly.] I dunno. Anything with this many guns is at least a Texan wedding.

Still, shouldn't send people in just to fail. No fucking point.

[ruptured]

[rather amused,] I've never been to the States. But I'll take your word for it.

[and at that statement, he shrugs.] Maybe some people would. But some others wouldn't. It's a bit too cruel to assume everyone will fail, however. [and then - almost to himself - ] People can be annoying at the worst possible times.

[goodjob]

[Fiona snorts. Is that a joke? Who cares, Fiona's gonna take it like one.]

So you're saying they've got, what... faith in us? [There's doubt in her tone, but also a fair amount of, what, hope? Nobody ever has faith in anybody. Nobody ever has faith in Fiona Gallagher.]

[goodjob]

[from here.]

Fuck- [Okay, yeah, this is legitimately terrifying, but at least the kid warned her first. She bites back on the deep, instinctual fear crowding her senses, trying not to focus on how the thing- the titan looks like a horrible, monstrous corpse.]

[Still, her steps are tentative when she walks forward, and her eyes are huge with fear. She steps into the monster's palm.] I, um. Ready to go.

[panzerung]

[Interesting. Not the reaction he'd expected. Most people would have screamed, would have bolted as far, far away as they could feasibly manage. Reiner's careful not to startle her if he can, and, once she's secure in his palm, he very carefully lifts her up. The titan rises as well, his hand cupped against his chest so she won't fall, and begins to advance towards the rovers. Each step eats up the ground, and this is a far more efficient way of travel than simply walking.]

[goodjob]

[Fiona is, simply put, scared out of her mind. But she's stubborn, and used to swallowing her emotions where necessary. That, and fear is a matter of pride. You can't show sadness, you can't show fear, not when you're trying to be strong for other people. And at this point? Holding that back is just a habit.]

[She tries not to be grossed out by the walls of sinew and bone moving around her. It doesn't work, but she doesn't hurl, either.] C-can you talk like this? [Does she want to hear him try? Fuck, too late now.]

[goodjob]

[from here.]

[Fiona's stare is incredibly, painfully flat.] I think the word for that is 'the ocean'.

[anytime]

Nah. The only ocean octopuses that try to coerce unwitting, underage psyches into their grimdark plans are from the realm of Japanese porn.

[He ain't even bothered.]

And I can guarantee I didn't crawl out of the realm of Japanese porn.

[goodjob]

[You're a special flying pyjama teen, aren't you?] Okay, so, setting aside some future visits with a military psychologist, I'm gonna guess your answer is 'not Earth,' right?

[anytime]

[As stupid Dave may find it, Sburb is pretty keen on special.]

Yeah. It's a dimension dedicated to unremitting tentacled horror. And I guess the afterlife is there, too.

[goodjob]

[She studies him.] You're pretty up and at 'em for a dead guy.

[goodjob]

[from here.]

If I had that kinda money, I'm sure you'd be the first person I'd throw it at. [The irony is strong with this one.]

[But so is the will to learn. Some of this, she knows already, and some of it she doesn't. Most importantly, Jack is interested in teaching her, and she's hardly going to squander it. This is an important lesson, and the person giving it clearly cares.]

[Two novelties in one.] Sure. [But she clearly means it. She'll take him up on that, because it might save her life- her sibling's lives.] What's your rate?

[How much is this going to set her back? Nothing is ever free.]

[cicatrize]

That’s so generous of you. What a sweetheart. [ the most over exaggerated BAAWWW voice ever. The irony isn’t lost on him, and that’s part of what inspires the lazy grin and chuckle after, looking down towards his shoes for a moment. His stupid expensive shoes that the CDC brought in for him. Along with the ridiculously expensive rings on his hands. He’s wearing gloves still, from the outside, so she probably can’t see them.

He blinks at her for a moment at ‘what’s your rate’, because really, when you live your life not wanting for anything, you sort of end up being generous about things.]

The absence of a corpse next time I go looking for you. [ basically, don’t be dead. That’s enough. ]

[goodjob]

[Is that genuine concern or just more sarcasm? Fiona can't tell, and she's too tired to agonize over it. She nods her head, grateful regardless. Even if it's nothing to him, it's a gift for her.]

Yeah, I'll keep it in mind. Thanks. [She holds out her hand-- a shake, to seal the deal.]

[cicatrize]

[ just because he’s a douchebag doesn’t mean he likes seeing people he knows die. Extending his hand, he gives Fiona’s a shake. Deal. ]

Blue team, right?

[goodjob]

[Pffft, what a softie. Fiona shakes his hand with a firm grip, despite her fatigue. That's how you make impressions.]

Blue team. You?

@daryl dixon dog ambulance.

[goodjob]

[Presumably, they're on the Moira and Fiona enjoys her MID too much. Texting is always free in space, apparently.]

hey this is gonna sound weird but we r in space so u should b able 2 handle it
i killed this weird alien and this lady i met told me i should ask u how 2 cook it
it has all these spines???
i bet i can deep fry it
u can deep fry anything

[worn_wings]

[wow, texting is a blast from the past.]

ain't ever cooked aliens
what's it look like

[goodjob]

well its brown
according 2 nature documentaries its not poison
its like a porcupine i think?
but also a lizard

[worn_wings]

sure u wanna eat it
probably tastes like shit

[he is very scientifically basing that guess on nothing except being sulky about being in outer space]