[ TEXT ] in which cambridge makes a polite enquiry about her location

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

[ Hello, fellow crewmembers. If your device wasn’t on before IT CERTAINLY IS NOW! Cambridge - still nursing the mental wound of her power being so rudely culled and currently feeling obnoxiously disorientated - technopathically shoves a text transmission your way: ]

if somebody doesn't tell me exactly where the fuck I am then I am airlocking the whole bloody ship so help me god.

[ An idle threat, don’t you worry. If she had been at full strength then she might have attempted to slip her way through the ship’s systems but as it is she can barely switch a light off, let alone override the hundreds of security precautions that would undoubtedly stand between her and an airlock. Still, the impulse behind the threat is very real: uncertainty and fear mingled with a desperation to check that she wasn’t going mad and dreaming this all... ]

unless this is some hideously unfunny prank in which case you can all go to hell.

bad form, you bastards.

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[jedimindkink.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know about terribly drunk, but I can certainly make a start.

[ Oh hello, is that a flask of scotch he just raised? Why, yes it is! To punctuate this, he takes a healthy swig of it, though not before tipping it towards the camera in a silent toast. ]

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

Ah. [ Cambridge purses her lips and stares intently at the video feed as Oxford takes a swig of that darling little hipflask, instantly regretting not carrying around a flask of her own in her handbag. But suddenly she smiles thinly, reaching in to said handbag hanging from the crook of her arm, and produces a thin silver cigarette case. ]

I don't suppose you smoke at all?

[jedimindkink.livejournal.com]

I haven't for years, but at times like these I'm sorely tempted to rethink my habits. [ A brief pause, and a raised brow. ] Is that an invitation, or merely chatter to pass the time?

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

I was about to propose a trade, actually. [ She pauses for thought and her expression darkens. ] Once I'm quite finished threatening the integrity of the ship, that is. First things first.

[jedimindkink.livejournal.com]

Your dedication to your threats is very admirable. [ Oxford chuckles, lightly. ] A trade sounds promising, thought.