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[extrabraincells]

[ The comms device is on for a few moments, the picture bouncing around one of the rooms like a merry go round, before it finally it settles on a messy long-haired young man. His eyes squinting at the device for a few moments. Not in confusion, more in annoyance. The camera shifts again as he lowers the camera enough to rest on surface before he’s leaning forward.]

First of all. Fuck this place. And fuck whatever bought us here.

Because while wondering around in space sounds like a fun idea. It’s less appealing in practice.

[ His voice is slow and careful, there’s almost held back humour at the whole situation. Because of course this would fucking happen to him. There’s a lull in conversation there, as if he expects someone to answer him. With no answer he continues.]

Fine. Does anyone have a beer at least? Because this shit isn't exactly the easiest to swallow.

Out of curiosity, if someone were to have a certain...affliction. Does anyone have any idea what this fun little ship would do to it?

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[invisibilitea]

My flatmates call it space beer.

[extrabraincells]

Seems a little appropriate. I take it you don't drink it?

[invisibilitea]

I'm more for tea, really.

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[extrabraincells]

Not a bad choice. A bit tame for my tastes but not one to knock it.

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[invisibilitea]

Ah, yes, and so the asking for the space beer.

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[extrabraincells]

Normal beer would have been good. Really good.

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[invisibilitea]

I don't know if we have to brew it ourselves or what we're meant to do, really.

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[extrabraincells]

There's no lucky star to wish it upon?

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[invisibilitea]

You could go to the shuttle bay and look out the window?