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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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He is kind of quiet — [ and that brings a fond smile to her face, but it doesn't linger very long ] — but he'd probably have seen this and said something.

That'd be great. I can return the favor any time.

[ She nods. ] There's always next jump, though. [ She keeps hoping Phin will show up - or Hutch, or Swink - but nothing so far. Except a guy who kinda looks like Loomis. ]

I'll keep that in mind.

You're still waiting for someone too, right?

[ or at least, she thinks she remembers hearing that October was. there's an idle movement as she shifts, thinking about how there must be a lot of others in the same circumstance. ]

If you still want them here that is.

[ "Waiting". More like not holding her breath on him - or them, really - ever showing up. ]

I am and yeah, I do. Pretty sure the ship's not on my side, though.

If it's on anyone's side, I'm totally jealous and going to warm up to them to get their secret.

Or punch them until they tell me, whatever works.

[ She can't help but laugh quietly at that. ] Let me know which option works better for you because I might give it a try myself.

Maybe if we did an experiment and each tried one thing. And then we could switch. Best results win?

What do we win? Other than possible answers, more likely being ignored?

The right to beat them up anyways. Maybe a complimentary gift certificate to a space spa, if we can find one.

[ Her nose scrunches. ] I"m not really the spa type of girl.

So what would your ideal thing be?

[ She shrugs. Before Stay Alive, she would've said a computer and some video games, but now... ] Coffee that doesn't taste like shit and a library that's got more than a couple classics would be a good start. It might actually make this place suck less.

I don't see a starbucks opening up here anytime soon, sorry. [ all coffee is gross to her. not that she's really a coffee drinker in the first place. ]

Why don't you check the library here? It's where everyone and their grandmother on this ship seem to be.

I said coffee that doesn't taste like shit. Space coffee is way fucking better than Starbucks. [ God, Erica, what is wrong with you? ]

I have. It doesn't have what I'm looking for.

Don't look at me like that. I don't touch the stuff. [ EPILEPSY yo and a lot of other things but that's besides the point. ]

Like what?

To each their own, but for the record? Starbucks fucking sucks. [ They were competition back home. Sort of. Totally different clientele, but they sold coffee and were way better known that her coffeeshop. ]

"Goth chick lit" as my brother used to so fondly call it. [ She reads other stuff, too, but pretty much anything in the dark and grimy category suits her just fine. ]