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[ Well, hey TQ, hope you don't mind this fresh face on the network. She normally sticks to texting because if it looks like a phone and acts like a (kind of sci-fi upgraded) phone, why not use it like one? But she's been going through the other features — slow day on the ship, you know how it is — and after rifling through everything she can easily find on the communicator, she decides to post up a video.

So here's a young, teenaged girl setting the comm in front of her before she sits down cross-legged and twirls a lock of her hair. Alas, it's got less of a bounce than it normally does, but that's what lack of hot rollers on a ship will do. ]

If I write my best essay and promise to stay on my best behavior after, am I allowed to leave Space Detention? I mean, I haven't even gotten to mess around in a library, so this kind of blows.

[ she smiles because she's kind of hoping someone will catch the reference. If not, then well: ] Or are we all waiting for some big, space musical number?

Are there even any boomboxes to hold up outside that red smiley thing's window? If it has one. [ seriously, what is up with that thing. ] Also, I guess it'd have to be this phone thing, since I don't have an iPod anymore.

[ She lets out a very put upon sigh before admitting something you never would have guessed!! clearly!! But it's followed by a smile that's all teeth and too much eyelash batting. ]

Okay, so I'm bored. And I can't really miss anyone who left, since I just got here. [ not even touching whatever's up with the masks. ] You'd think the aliens would be able to hook us up with better movie selections or something.

I don't suppose there's someone on here with something entertaining to do?

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[ always the best plan. they can cling to each other in the oh god no why ]

Nothing says quality time like something trying to eat your brains?

Or just watch that, not that getting zombie-preyed on isn't a real possibility.

...I know where the popcorn is.

[ the only bright side to this is they have no tail to tuck between their legs. so far. ]

Well, what are we waiting for then? Lead the way, Lahey.

[ if they ever grow more werewolf-like, she is having words with derek. words. ]

Oh wow, last names. Don't get too comfy with that, you could hurt yourself.

[ Let's not talk about his problems with the whole Lahey family thing, it's too early in spacetime for that. That said, Isaac's flicking his thing off and making his way over to your end of the floor. Because they're skype-ing each other from two different rooms or something, welcome to 21st century teenagers. ]

[ She forgets, at times, that they all come from broken pasts. Derek's little pack of misfits — some more than others. But there's a time and place for space angst and another for forgetting everything to watch movies. Now happens to be the latter and she'll come get the door once he knocks (for once, he can catch the rare sight that is a relatively dressed down Erica). ]

Didn't take you very long. [ But that is what happens when you use technology to communicate. It's like the equivalent of texting from different rooms really. At least they don't have computers to be browsing back to back? ]

Dude. You're like, next door.

[ They're a few weeks away from checking the network the same way, really - and let's not overanalyse the fact that Isaac already assumes there's a next week. He's been here too long, been immersed in space terror a little too much that he's started to adjust his outlook to accommodate the ship instead of the other way around.

Then again, adapting is one of the few things he thinks he's good at.

Raising an eyebrow at your current look, though. ]

Whoah, is space too good for makeup or something? What happened to you?

And yet, there's still not enough space between us.

[ She's kidding. Mostly. But they do get pretty attached at the hip here sometimes, it's a little concerning. She lets him in and lets the door shut behind them with a roll of her eyes. Everyone's a critic these days and et tu, Isaac? Does she really have to expect this from you too? ]

Hey, I still look hot. Besides, I didn't want to finish what little makeup I thankfully got with me. [ shrugs, it's logical okay ]

Are we ready to do this?

Ew, gross. This is space enough.

[ He says this with all the affection of someone who enjoys the teasing, even leaning in to bite at the top of her head before flopping onto the bed in a sprawl of limbs, a backpack falling to the floor with a soft thump. ]

And yeah, fake tentacle porn's no problem if we're really gonna go there, I've got a sick bag and some actual peanuts ready in the backpack.

[ She swats at his shoulder -- stop being so goddamn tall -- because yeah, yeah, she doesn't mind the lack of a personal bubble. Most times. Usually it's her that's invading others', y'know? She'll sit cross-legged beside him and pull the backpack up with her before digging through it. ]

I'll let you and your delicate stomach keep the sick bag. I think I found some other series to watch if this one turns out to be really lame. Sound good?

[ Genetics is hardly anything he can help, Erica. But his personal space is her personal space, and vice versa, because where's the fun in werewolves if you can't be creepily invasive?

Or maybe they just have a bad role model, but whatever. ]

Yeah, bring it on. Here's some chocolates too, don't pelt me with the wrappers.

I knew you'd do the right thing by handing over the candy.

[ there's an urge to add a "good boy" but things might get weird and lbr, not in a good way. but she's grinning and popping one into her mouth anyways. she can throw one for him to catch too, if he wants!! ]

Let's bring on the uglies.

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