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[...there's a second of white noise, because-- well, this is weird. It's like online chatrooms, which Mitchell has never been keen on, to say the least. One on one communication hasn't been so bad--better, actually, considering he's been mostly holed up in his room, avoiding human/werewolf contact. But, right--necessity--]

If people are going t' go through those tubes and get onto that other ship, do their phones keep on working? These devices, I mean. Do they go that far? If they do, and if this can be heard over there, I'm making a request. Space pirates had to have cigarettes on them, yeah, and I'm in need of cigarettes. Sanctioned looting can include a bit of personal stuff, yeah-- and it's sort of a, a desperate need. Please and thanks in advance.

[Like very desperate. Like the more he talks about it, the more strained his voice goes. Vampires with nicotine addictions, it's a hard life. A pause, then, he might finish there--but instead he sucks in a breath. Right. Normal.]

Actually, there's a lot of questions on how things work around here, and not all of it is out of our control. Like--so there's a cast of, what, a hundred plus of us, and we have t' trade for things that we need, if someone else has got them. But if you don't have anything t' trade, is it just-- begging for it? Hoping for a bit of Christian charity? Every man for himself? Not that I'd be much surprised by that one, given the... [Maybe it's better not to finish that one, in light of recent events, but given his low faith in humanity, and given his own recent exploints, none this is really all that surprising. So, wry once more:] ...given the situation.

[An awkward pause.]

Anyways. Thanks again.

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Nothing wrong with asking around a little first. That's why they invented newspaper critics and those websites where pubs get rated, y'know. Servicing the need t' know what you're getting into and allowing for natural laziness, all at once.

[basically: you are his yelp.com]

That'll do for now, anyways. Thanks. [A little pause, as he considers asking this, but, well, why not--] How long have you been here, if you don't mind me asking.

How old are you. Your age.

[God damn it]

I'm...twenty-one.

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And miss out on this jumpsuit? You can't actually mean that.

[Genuinely, though, he adds:] Thanks. God, it's positively heartwarming, people bein' so willing t' help. Like Christmas. Especially after they told me how awful it was going t' be here.

The lawyer said team. But yeah, all right-- department. And is the only work the actual gardening?

Yeah, context and all. I s'ppose so. Whereas bad humor can just involve piss and it'll always be funny.

Essentially.

[yes, even to a vampire that face... is a little scary. that is the face of a fanatic.]

Not met him yet, no. I've not-- gotten out much. I take it you're originally from a very normal place, then?

[maybe also a creepy place]

[ He has a point. ] Yeah, true. The only real head's up I think you'll need is the guy's sort of... Grumpy. Always.

Since jump five. Which is, I guess, about-- [ There's a pause on her end because she hadn't realized until just now how long it's been. ] About a year, I think?

Twenty-one isn't typically an age you spend wishing you were older, I think.

[From what... he can remember of being twenty-one.]

Or maybe that's from watching too much television.

Nah, I think the place is what you make of it. It's not too bad if you don't tell yourself it is.

You one of the 17s?

I - I don't watch television. If you mean it's from me watching too much.

[He crosses his arms, scowling - but at least Mitchell hadn't broken out into mocking laughter. That's something]

And when you're twenty-one and working in the law, it's often a bit difficult to find respect. One does not want to be considered younger than one should be.

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I'm from Earth. England.

But I wouldn't say that it's been very normal lately.

[He sucks in a breath, a noise of sympathy.]

Shit. Sorry, mate.

[Like that's worth anything, but he means it. Sympathetic, not pitying.]

If they took it, it might be over on their ship somewhere. The explosives-- maybe not. But a still'd be a little harder t' hide, yeah?

Nah, I watch too much television. [And quickly, he adds:] Which you don't have to lecture me on, there's not any television to watch here, so I'm broken of that habit already.

[Broken of it and less than happy, so it comes out a little dismal.]

But you are a bit young for it. Can't blame people for bein' surprised.

Well - no, I wasn't going to lecture you on it. It's not as bad as smoking, so - priorities and all that.

[His voice is more gruff than disapproving; he hears that misery, and he can't keep being mean to someone that broken up.]

And I'll respond to that how I responded to my colleagues. What matters is not one's age; what matters is one's abilities.

How liberal of you.

[BUT HEY he is not going to argue. The less he's lectured, the better.]

That's what you say. Right. And then they, assume that you're... really a man three times your age stuck in a twenty-one-year-old body, and leave you alone?

[There's a twinge of paranoia at that--there's others from England here, right, and there's loads of alternate universes--but he still feels that paranoid urge.]

Yeah? What's so very 'not normal' about it?

[He huffs a laugh at that.] Thanks. I've dealt with worse than grumpy, but-- thanks.

[But a whole year.... Jesus.]

Doesn't seem like the sort of place that gets more tolerable over time. But maybe that's the work of a poor first impression.

And then they see that I'm as skilled as they, and that I've earned my place, and they leave me be.

Except for the pirates and the murders and creepy words that apparently write themselves. And no cigarettes. Otherwise, yeah, not too bad at all. But then, I'm new, not had the time t' get jaded yet.

Good guess, though.

Fair enough. Interesting books are always a plus. Or stories from home.

Well...there is all that. Sometimes I forget how it is not to be jaded, I suppose.

I'm up on that floor a lot, I'll swing by with some tobacco next time I'm around.

S'pose I could have a looksie. Erm, I've been avoiding the other ship, not sure how safe it is. Figure I should leave salvage up to the professionals, eh?

Might as well, they're just... collecting space dust, which is largely useless.

[ oddly hypoallergenic, though. ]

I would not be the paper team, but once you've been here for a while you start to collect stuff along the way.

...you know? I don't even know if we have people who can make paper.

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