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[emerges]

[ 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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[abrahamic]

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.

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[emerges]

[ 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?

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[abrahamic]

[ 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.

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[emerges]

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.