video;

[entrapments]

[ the feed begins in audio, and on the opposite end of the communicator, hayley chews on her bottom lip. the pause only lengthens after she clears her throat, and discovers that she's managed to find the video function. the lens remains pointed at her knee for one beat, then another- before the image is righted, and she turns an apologetic smile to the feed. ]

Sorry. I'm not really used to the. You know, [ cue the demonstrative finger wiggles ] future stuff yet.

[ a small crease appears in her brow, but softens as soon as the communicator is set on the table, so she can settle down to look into the feed directly. her shoulders hunch, and she plays with her fingers anxiously as she begins again. ]

Anyway um, so I know I should be really freaked out about the dimension hopping spaceship thing, and the mutiny thing, and I will be. Once it like, processes. And I don't mean to sound super insensitive or anything? But um, I don't suppose anybody's managed to find like, some books or anything just hanging around, have they?

I'm pretty desperate for anything at this point, especially since it's only a matter of time before we get back into the jell-o baths, you know? And I know that all you super cool space heroes are like, up to your eyeballs in shenanigans, but there's just not a whole lot of stuff for- kids around here.

The whole, no tv, no internet, no ipods thing is kindof like, [ a sheepish laugh ] hell on earth for a teenager. Or. Not earth. Since we're in. Space now.

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action?

[entrapments]

[ it doesn't take her long, to make her way there. if she's going to be completely honest, there's plenty of this that reads bad idea loud and clear. but in the end, the potential gain just outweighs the potential losses by miles.

there are measures she can take to make sure she's safe, and she does take them. but what little she's gleaned from irene doesn't exactly lend to the idea that she's in immediate danger or anything. not that the woman doesn't sound wicked beyond reason- because she does. but...

hayley rounds the corner, hands tucked easily into the pockets of her jumpsuit (just doesn't have the same charm as some good old fashioned jeans) by the time she steps into engineering. the sound of machinery whirring around her.

definitely something wicked. but hayley doesn't get the impression she's one of this lady's usual targets.

she waits, true to her word regardless- chin lifted as her head falls back, staring up at the ceiling and the myriad pipes and tunnels overhead- without looking at anything in particular. ]

action!

[jilt]

[ irene hangs back and waits for a few minutes, observing. it's interesting, this girl who has sought her out and shows such promise.

wicked beyond reason. yes, it was so, but the people with the most to fear from irene were men, rich men whose pockets she lightened, or men who foolishly tried to hurt her or take from her, and whom she bludgeoned or stabbed or shot in retaliation. irene had a type, yes, and hayley wasn't a part of it.

when she does approach, there's a smile on her face, books tucked beneath her arm ]

I didn't mean to keep you waiting.