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[lacksgrace]

[ Someone's found the anonymous and voice to text function after months. Maybe it's difficult to tell who it is, maybe it's not. ]

you think some things would be sort of easy to learn after being here a while. i dunno, maybe theyre not. but ive got a question for you

if youre missing something, how can you get it back? is it worth it? what kinda things are really worth missing when you usually havent got it anyway

i miss a lot of stuff. i miss flying but i dont miss being home. i dont wanna miss people but

what can you do about it really??? whatever i guess.

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[tueurdeloup]

What ridiculous questions.

And really, who cares.

[He's bored, so deepest apologies.]

text; anon

[lacksgrace]

i care. dont bother answering if you think its ridiculous

Text

[twitterpate]

There's nothing you can do about missing people, really.

You only got to learn how to deal with it. Some days it gets easier. Some days, not so much!

text; anon

[lacksgrace]

how do you deal with it?

[twitterpate]

Ever done something totally crazy that only made you think about the moment you're doing it?

[lacksgrace]

yeah.

maybe you should be specific though. ive done a lot

[twitterpate]

Any of them, really! Sitting around and marinating in how sad missing people makes you feel won't make it any better.

You have that people shaped hole somewhere. Trick is to fill it.

[lacksgrace]

theres not much to do on the ship though. and just so you know

theyre still here.

[twitterpate]

The people putting that hypothetical frown on your face?

[lacksgrace]

i guess you could say that. its a long story

[twitterpate]

One you're not going to share? No time like the present.

[lacksgrace]

not over this thing. maybe in person

[twitterpate]

Good! We're going to fill that hole in no time!

[lacksgrace]

where???

[twitterpate]

Come to the second kitchen on floor 16. I'll make you a cup of tea.

I'll even slip brandy into it if you're nice.

text > action

[lacksgrace]

yeah okay


[ He doesn't even know who he's meeting. Not that it's going to stop him from moving around - it's a long walk anyway, from where he's at - and by the time he reaches the kitchen, he's a little better off than he'd been since the random text to the network.

Bells leans against the doorway, taking a look in. ]

Uh, hi?

Re: text > action

[twitterpate]

Just in time! I almost drank your tea, too [True to her word, there are to mugs, and a bottle of something unidentifiable to the side. Alex's made herself comfortable on the kitchen island, legs swinging idly.] Mister People Shaped Hole, yeah?

[lacksgrace]

[ His eyebrows go up at that, not sure he should be grateful she waited or not. ]

Yeah. But you can call me Bells. [ He moves into the kitchen so he's not just hanging out between it and the corridor. ] Who're you?

[twitterpate]

Alex. Alex Millar, considering we're on a big ship and there's bound to be a million other Alexes around, anyway. [She hands him the blue mug with the sunflowers, keeping the green one to herself.] I should have asked where you were a bloke or not. My bad!

text;

[tueurdeloup]

Well you're no fun, are you?

text; anon

[lacksgrace]

im plenty of fun. you dont know me

[lacksgrace]

You're the only Alex I know right now. [ There's a shrug, and he's looking at the cup rather than her face, trying to decipher mysteries in the liquid there. Unfortunately, he doesn't find any.

His fingers tighten around it. ] Does that, uh, bother you? That I'm a guy?

[twitterpate]

Should it have? Not really. [Half of her tea is already gone, drained before his arrival, so she dispenses more hot water into her mug, leaning awkwardly against the table.] You just never know when people text each other all over the network. Me, I was thrilled to show everyone my face when they gave me one of these communicator things. Nice to be seen, isn't it?

[lacksgrace]

I don't have a problem being seen. [ It's snippy, and he bites his tongue, frowning even as he looks at her. ] There're just things I wanna know that I can't ask because I'm trying to figure out how to fix what I fucked up.

[twitterpate]

Well, not all of us have had that luxury. [Her ghostly days had rendered her invisible almost to all.] Whatever it is, consider it your second chance. You do want to fix things, after all.