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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[forgetyourusedtobe]

Oh, let me guess: Jesus is your co-pilot.

[landfall]

Who's Jesus?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Most suffering of long-suffering sighs.]

Google it.

[landfall]

What's a Google?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

What's a...

[Elena just covers her face with a hand. Does she want to laugh or cry? Hard to tell. She opts to just sigh and lowers her hand.]

Do you even know what the internet is?

[landfall]

Nope.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Okay, you win.

I quit.

[landfall]

You needed a few more brothers, I think.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena almost tells her to go straight to hell and turn the feed off to escape it, but she hesitates. She's going to have to live with little reminders of Jeremy and what she's lost, but she can't cave into pressures like that every time or she'll never get anywhere. And she'll definitely not make it out of here.]

[She steels herself. Nothing can touch her. It doesn't matter. Jeremy isn't coming back and even if he could, he'd just get in the way. Just like that, whatever was scratching behind the wall? It fades right away from her. The slight tension is gone and she's back to being relaxed and in control.]

You could always share some of yours. [She smirks.] I promise I won't eat them alive.

[landfall]

I - they're dead.

[ And suddenly this is a lot less funny. She might not be the most perceptive, but she would have to be blind not to see that hesitation. ]

Are you okay?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

No. I'm not.

[She sighs.]

I'm disappointed. And now a little hungry.

[It's a horrible tragedy.]

[landfall]

I know you don't have a warden, but if you want to talk sometime without the layers of sarcasm...

I also don't mind giving alcohol to minors.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

You really aren't the most observant of people, are you?

[landfall]

When I was ten, I actually tried to pick up a porcupine, so.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[...Wow. Even Elena's a little surprised by that because... Why?]

Suddenly it all makes sense.

[landfall]

Yeah.

It had a broken leg, though.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Dear God, tell me this isn't about to turn into some horrendous metaphor.

[landfall]

I hate metaphors.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Small graces...

[landfall]

Offer's open. Stop by my cabin if you want.

[ And she gives the number, on level 1. ]

magically transformed into spam

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[...She's not a huge fan of Racetrack, but free booze is always a good thing. So fine. She'll bite.]

[Figuratively.]

[Elena knocks on the cabin door after a while and folds her arms. She can tolerate being around Racetrack for at least a few glasses of whatever she's got stocked up in there and then she's outie. Zero conversation about feelings though or Jeremy for that matter. All of that is good and well pushed down.]

whoa magic spam

[landfall]

[ The door is huge, heavy, metal, with a spinning wheel like in submarines.

Or spaceships.

There's a pause, and then the wheel spins and the door swings open. Behind is a bunkroom - twelve bunks, four in the left wall, four in the back, four in the right, with a large metal table in the center.

Racetrack peers at Elena. ]

You actually showed up.

spam that actually farts prettier rainbows than unicorns

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena looks over Racetrack's shoulder at the interior. In fact, she doesn't even really spare Racetrack much of a look at all. She was pretty serious about that whole pilot thing. Not what Elena would've hoped for as far as cabins are concerned, but to each other own.]

[Doesn't mean there won't be judgments made, but...]

[She finally gives Racetrack the time of day.]

Well, who am I to say no to free booze?

spam that sparkles in the sunlight

[landfall]

[ Free booze. Fine. If that's what entices her in, that's what entices her in. ]

Fine. Grab a bunk, or a chair, or stand there. Either way.

[ She pulls out a bottle of ambrosia, and a couple of glasses. ]

spam with marble skin

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena moves to follow, but then it's like there's a big old wall right there on the threshold of Racetrack's cabin.]

[Of course. This was one of those murky area situations.]

[Elena folds her arms and says nothing, opting to just wait for an invitation inside than to ask for it. Let her think Elena was just being stubborn and evasive.]