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[askedtobe]

Kind of had an idea. [ Have Peter trying to keep from looking apprehensive. ] Don't know if it'd work, or if anybody'd even find it helpful.

But with everything that's been happening lately? This ship's too big to have people getting lost in it as often as they do. Ending up who knows where for more than just a few days at a time. Dangerous enough as it is on any given day, but with something on the ship leaving threatening messages lying around? Seems like a disaster waiting to happen.

[ he sighs. ] At some hospitals, they paint the floors -- stripes down the middle with hints to where you're going. Guess it'd work on the walls too, doesn't really matter. But it's a trail that's easy to follow. Tells you how to get where you need to go so that people don't end up on the wrong floor in a storage closet wondering how to get back to the information desk. [ Not that that's ever happened to him, no, of course not. But Peter shrugs, like it's the best helpful idea he's got, even if he doesn't know if it'd work. ]

Doubt the captain would want us painting the floors, but if he's not around to stop us, I don't know what the problem would be. Unless the ship likes to move hallways around without anyone noticing.

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[handelaar]

[a;lkfjgaf what. No. Giving up on an argument is a fucking cop-out.]

Cared enough to stick your nose in it.

[circumitus]

[LIKE SHE CARES.]

Doesn't take much to make a comment -- and I've been encouraged to talk more.

[handelaar]

[But she's wrong and doesn't care he can't just leave it like this -



Except her second comment sounds suspicious, so paranoia wins out. Encouraged? Why would she need to talk more, she makes it sound like an assignment. Mission. Something.]

You tryin' to fill a quota?

[circumitus]

[That's pretty much as close to the truth as it's ever been. A mission. She needs one. Or direction, or someone to tell her what she needs to or should do. Because at the end of the day, she's an abiding soldier and nothing else. And in spite of it all, she simply responds:]

Not quite.

[handelaar]

[A few seconds pass before he realizes that she's not going to elaborate. Time to poke.]

Then what.

[circumitus]

[Nope. Not going to elaborate. Not even a little. In fact:]

I have no reason to explain my reasons to you.

[handelaar]

I asked for one. [Well.] Uh, demanded.

[Not a very good reason, but it's a reason.]

[circumitus]

[Ooh, making demands now, are we?]

Too bad.

[handelaar]

[Technically he already did... but y e p.]

Fine. Y'have a reason not to?

[circumitus]

[Just, so very matter-of-factly:] Affirmative.

[handelaar]

Okay, what's that.

[Yes, he is asking for a reason for a reason. It's like a goddamn matryoshka doll of reasoning at this point.]

[circumitus]

Why does it matter to you so much?

[BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T CARE asdf.]

[handelaar]

[Because he's stubborn. And nosy. And an ass.]

'Cause it's real damn shady.

[A paranoid stubborn, nosy ass.]

[circumitus]

That sounds like a personal problem. I'm not here to seek your trust in me.

[He's most definitely an ass -- but Rey isn't much better.]

[handelaar]

If you're gonna stay in touch y'should.

[Reyyyy he gave you his room number hdu.]