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[uncurse]

[ For all that Emma tries not to brood, she missed space Christmas and news of Pan's curse has her feeling particularly sentimental. Reflective, even. And the prospect of losing her memories, losing her loved ones, only serves to remind her that sooner or later, they're all trying, in some capacity, to lose the people they've grown to care about aboard the Tranquility. ]

A friend of mine pointed out a while back that not everyone has a home to go back to at this point. Or one worse than what's here, whether that means they're dead or just some other kind of screwed.

[ Strangely, with Dean back now, she has to wonder if he'd say the same again. That staying on the ship, even as it is now, is better than the alternative for some. Getting a read on him is tougher now. It feels like she's missing pieces. ]

What about you? What's your best case scenario for whenever we figure out what the hell's going on here? Do you go home, forget all about it? Backtrack to Arima and set up shop?

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[righteously]

Fine.

[It's amazing how a text can sound petulant and annoyed with nothing but a single word.]

Where's your room?

[Because for some reason it feels better to keep her out of his. It's easier to keep his guard up that way.]

[uncurse]

[ yeah, no, that's her move. she notices precisely what he's doing because shE DOES IT. so she deflects. ]

You can meet me at the bar on 008. Something tells me we're both gonna need a drink after this one.

[ because nothing about this conversation has adjusted her assumptions about the nature of his relationship with the emma in wonderland. ]

[righteously]

[Damn their similarities. Although, hey, she's not wrong about that drink.]

There's a bar? You people seriously need to hang some signs for that.

[Why did it take him this long to learn that? Jesus Christ, someone make a map or a billboard or something.]

Give me like twenty minutes.

[And that's the last text she'll get. He's got some shit to take care of and a bar to find.]