03rd Landing . video

[landfall]

Really? I still don't have an inmate? Come on.

[ Hey Barge, have Racetrack in a sweatshirt with her hair messily pulled back. Lookin' good messy. Like she spent half an hour in the mirror getting it to look messy-perfect, because she did, and don't judge her, she hasn't had half an hour to spend on her hair in years. ]

Anyway. Attention, people with - well, medium-bad judgment. Especially Mal. Triad - it's a card game, like poker - my place, the stakes are clothes because I don't have any money. First four or five takers are invited. And, because of the stakes, no one underage.

Oh, and Felix Gaeta is not invited.

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private

[landfall]

I - don't know.

I hope so.

private

[deshabille]

And if you don't?

private

[landfall]

Then I'll get mad again. And at some point, I won't want to not get mad anymore.

private

[deshabille]

Then I hope he knows you well enough to have told the full story.

private

[landfall]

He didn't tell it.

It got forced out of him by that nightmare place.

private

[deshabille]

Ah.

It went after him, then.

private

[landfall]

Yeah. And me, a little bit. Mostly him.

private

[deshabille]

Good that you can both handle yourselves, then.

[She pauses, tight-lipped.]

I won't poke around. [Probably.]

private

[landfall]

I would appreciate that, because it means you respect me. Even a little bit.

[ When Racetrack wants to be manipulative, she is not subtle. ]

private

[deshabille]

[She laughs. Not mean, just. Well played, Racetrack.]

I'd hate for it to seem as though I didn't respect you quite a lot.

private

[landfall]

Well, good.

private

[deshabille]

Mm.

None of you got irreparably damaged, though.

[Phrased as a statement rather than a question because Reasons.]

private

[landfall]

Probably not.

private

[deshabille]

Probably not?

private

[landfall]

I can't see inside anyone's head.

private

[deshabille]

[Clearly not.]

Well. If you think you're about to snap, let me know. I'd hate to see you lose your dignity in public.

[This is sort of nearly a smile but not quite.]

private

[landfall]

[ ha ha ha. ]

Gods forbid.

private

[deshabille]

They generally do.

[Ba-dum-tsch.]

It looks nice, by the way.

private

[landfall]

What does?

private

[deshabille]

[Her eyes travel up, rest on Racetrack's deliberately messy hair. And she smirks.]

I'll see you at the game.

private

[landfall]

[ She grins.

And clicks off the feed. ]