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[scamp]

[The feed doesn't transmit any image, just the sound of an angry teenager with a thick and far from proper English accent trying to show the ship how many fucks he does not give.]

Fuckin' fancy prison we got here, yeah? Nothing like this back where I come from. No, you'd be lucky if you could even take a step in your cell. The guards don't give a fuck about the stuff they brought in with ya, either, [and he got his hoodie and a pack of cigarettes - among other things - so.] Is there anything else they'll wanna shove down my throat, though? 'Cause I'd rather take their cells than any more of that.

[He could throw out the threat that his family will know he's gone, but there's the very clear notion that if Miles ever went missing the reason would most likely be attributed to him having finally decided to run away. There aren't a lot of people who would bother to try and bring him back, which... would have been a good thing for him if they'd been right. Alas.]

The food's shit, by the way.

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[stimulations]

That's a remarkably limited way to look at it.

[scamp]

[Pff. Look at that face. It'd be begging for a beating where he's from.

(Not really - at least in Camden - but the thought still crosses his mind.)]

Yeah? Feel free to share what's on your mind.

[stimulations]

I'm not sure how much that will help. You seem to be the sort that paints everything in a negative light from the start.

[scamp]

[Rolling his eyes now. Which Josie can't see, but the sentiment is still very present in his tone.]

Just said this place is better than back home, didn't I?

[stimulations]

This isn't a prison. And the food can be enjoyable, if you pick the right stuff and get creative.

[scamp]

Not a prison. Let's hear what you'd call it, then.

[stimulations]

[He smiles.]

A spaceship. The Tranquility, to be specific.

[scamp]

[He was expecting that answer. Rolling His Eyes: Part II.]

Yeah, and a building's a fuckin' building. Don't mean it can't be somethin' else.

[stimulations]

[Josias tilts his head slightly, conceding the point. The kid was sharp.]

A prison would mean this was some punishment. It would mean we weren't free to move, or to leave. We would be denied most luxuries, and we would be guarded.

[scamp]

[Mhm.]

Don't see anyone giving me a choice about staying or leaving.

[stimulations]

You missed our last stop by a few weeks. Not that you would have wanted to stay there, though.

[scamp]

No; not unless it was Earth or something.

[He's agreeing. Somehow it still sounds like another 'I'M RIGHT AND YOU'RE WRONG'.]

[stimulations]

It was rather more the brainwashed mob intent on assimilating outsiders, but I suppose location can be something of a priority, too.

[scamp]

[Bloody hell.]

Assimilating?

[stimulations]

Taking something in. Absorbing it. In this case absorbing outsiders into... a linked mind.

[scamp]

[He's quiet, but not for long.]

Sounds like something from a film.

[stimulations]

[A pause, and he laughs.]

Did you miss the part where we're on a spaceship?

[scamp]

[Miles sounds both surprised - he was distracted for a moment there - and pretty damn insulted. No more than a kid would, but still insulted.]

No.

[stimulations]

Yet it took mention of a brainwashed cult to have you thinking of films.

[scamp]

Yeah, so? Dunno which world you come from, but there's plenty of spaceships in mine.

[And they all kidnap random people from various dimensions and points in time to cruise around unexplored space

(no they don't)]

[stimulations]

You're a terrible liar.

[scamp]

And you're a poof, so fuck off, will you?

[That... doesn't sound as aggressive as it could, considering it's Miles.]

[stimulations]

[Josias just smiles.]

And here we were having such a pleasant conversation.

[scamp]

You can stick it up your arse if you like it so much.

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