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[sexting]

[ there's a crackling stream of static in the video as it bursts in to life - Cambridge is attempting to do her usual technopathic shit by mentally logging in to the network but she's not really giving it her all. Probably on account of the fact that her attention is half-drawn by the fact she's having to bicker irritably with someone off-screen as she does so: ]

Do shut up - no, just shut your mouth, Justin Bieber, I am trying to transmit here, for the love of God--

[ the feed adjusts itself and Cambridge's face - petulant, frustrated and visibly worried - swims in to view. The backdrop to the feed is one of those hideously never-ending corridors and in the crook of her elbow is an over-sized black leather handbag containing one (1) cat. Which definitely doesn't belong to her. And she's largely ignoring. Guess who hates small furry creatures. ]

Listen here, all of you: for God's sake, don't go out in to the corridors. Evidently someone is playing silly buggers with the ship because it's certainly not making any sense. It's all rather ridiculous out here right now...

[ There's a quaver of fear in her voice that she quickly swallows in an effort to keep a stiff upper lip and SHOW NO FEAR etc etc. ]

Dearest Aberdeen - if you're not dead or sulking or what-have-you then I do believe I've found your horrid cat.

[ A quick shot of the newly-christened Cat the cat in Cambridge's handbag; needless to say this is not that particular Motherfucker. ]

If it survives this horrible door-less ordeal then someone had better take it off my hands before I turn it in to gloves.

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Oh, thank fuck.

[His face might as well be in his hands.]

That's not her cat, it's mine.

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[sexting]

I suppose I shall be looking after it for the foreseeable future. I will accept cash payment.

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[dryly:] I was hoping my gratitude would be rewarding enough.

[a little sigh. Why is he such an asshole. WHY DID HE FORGET HIS CAT. Etcetera, etcetera.] Where did you find her?

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Gratitude in itself is to be expected. I'd rather hoped that it might have a more financially rewawarding manifestation.

I do believe she was on her way to the oxygen gardens. Where did you lose her?

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She followed me around after I found her in the locker. [Whoever the fuck thought it'd be a nice idea to leave her there needs a punch to the throat is what he thinks. Then again he fucking forgot she was even his, so. That's special.] Then she wandered off, I guess.

Think you could bring her to me? She's kind of important.