06th landing . video, spam

[landfall]

[ video ; a few hours before the end of port ; open ]

[ Red eyes and messed-up hair, guess who just woke up. ]

Elena! Where the frak - are you in the city. Are you dead. Don't be dead.

[ added soon after, also open: ]

Dean! What did you do with Elena's pants?

[ spam ; last few hours of port ]

[ Racetrack is buying out every single astrological sign thing from a kitschy little shop. All of it. Pillows. Jewelry. Notebooks. Hairbands.

This is probably near a beach somewhere. ]

[ video ; after port ]

Nothing like seeing a real live planet...

I'm awake, if anyone was worried.

Anyone want to go run a few miles?

Comments

private

[surfaceshine]

You're the one who joined the military. That makes you part of a chain of command.

So I'll be happy to shut up, right after you.

private

[deshabille]

I joined the military in a way that would likely get me in serious and painful trouble had I been discovered any way other than the way I was. I was displacing command.

So I'm not going to shut up.

[Bright gleaming joyous smile.]

private

[surfaceshine]

My entire life doesn't even exist - I'm supposed to be dead where I'm from. They think I'm a serial killer and a cultist and a bank robber. I've led two lives of delinquency.

So neither am I.

[He winks at her, grinning right back.]

private

[deshabille]

-- Been busy, haven't you?

Well, at least we understand each other.

[And a wink right back. This is what they do.]

private

[surfaceshine]

[Dean just smiles. He has. She knows it.

This is what they do.]

Perfectly.

See you 'round, dumpling.