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I know bitching doesn't change anything, but I have to say, I am really sick of this place. Especially with all the shit whoever's in charge throws at us. It'd be nice if we could get a vacation from the UUS Deathtrap, but if we ever actually DID get one, we'd probably end up just as fucked as we are on board. Unfortunately, some of us don't have the luxury of hoping we get sent back home.

Which begs the (incredibly personal, I know, so don't feel obligated to answer) question: how many of us on board are dead back home?

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[ now this is awkward... he's not one to make people upset!! ]

Still, it's... well, it wasn't really my place to pry.

It's fine. Seriously. [ Her voice even sounds like it's back to normal at that point. As flippant as she might be about the whole thing, it still does bother her. ] Don't beat yourself up over it.

[ she might sound fine, but nathan isn't stupid; he knows something like that isn't so easily dismissed. still, he's not going to pry the subject further. ]

No promises. [ a bit of dark humor before going on: ] My name's Nathan, by the way.

[ Which she appreciates, though she won't really say as much. ]

October. You been here for a while, Nathan?

Nah, not really. A month at most. Still sort of getting the hand of everything. I feel like I crashed here at a bad time.

I'm pretty sure anytime is a bad time, honestly. They should even consider renaming the ship to that instead of fucking Tranquility, because that's seriously misleading.

[ he chuckles softly. ] I'm with you there. It definitely hasn't been living up to any name other than "nightmarish," so far.

Don't expect it to get any different, either. We get down time, but it's never comforting and peaceful. At least not for long.

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