canon is dead set

[iphigenic]

[She sighs.]

Look, I know it's your decision, but I want my damn say. And I say no. I want to spend time with Mom and just chill for a while. My life's been hell on wheels without you throwing space prison into the equation.

[Zoe doesn't know what the fuck her mun is thinking. She's not sure she wants to know. Judging by the past couple of days, she wants to listen to that instinct and hold fast to it.]

Besides, you have other plans with other people, right? So just overlook me this time and we'll figure something else out.

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[versusnurture]

You should come. It's fun.

[Such Cheshire very grin wow. But even for Abigail that's quite a stretch.]

[iphigenic]

[...Okay Creepy McCreeperton...]

Fun.

[This is exactly why she doesn't want to go!]

[versusnurture]

Yeah. I mean, mostly.

You meet a lot of very interesting people and get to build up your resume.

[trololol]

[iphigenic]

Because I'm sure I'll land a job with "experience on an interdimensional space prison" and not in a padded cell.

[She's had enough with doctors personally.]

[versusnurture]

Depends what job you're looking for.

[iphigenic]

...Sure.

[Blankest of blank, disbelieving stares.]

[versusnurture]

I just mean - after you're done, you can go anywhere. So if your permanent career goals involve anything interstellar-travel-related, you'd probably be helping yourself out.

[c:]

[iphigenic]

I think you missed the part where I said I'd prefer home.

Last time I went anywhere, I nearly died thanks to a crazy dead bitch. I don't need or want a repeat performance.

[versusnurture]

What if everybody you knew was gone, though?

[iphigenic]

Not that huge of a motivator to go racing into space.

[versusnurture]

Not even if you could get them back? Everybody loves a shortcut.

[iphigenic]

No. If they're gone, they're gone.

Probably to a better place. Hopefully.

[versusnurture]

Congratulations. You beat the warden maturity test. And most of them are about a hundred years older than you, so it's impressive.

[iphigenic]

[Zoe grins. Genuinely. Still something she's getting used to doing again.]

Is there a prize for that?

[versusnurture]

I think the prize is not getting stuck on a spaceship? But I could whip up some macaroni art.

[Eyeroll. The art room suxx udek.]

[iphigenic]

At least I'll have a snack if I get hungry later. I guess.

[versusnurture]

I hope you're not usually hungry enough to eat uncooked macaroni covered in glitter.

[iphigenic]

Desperate times, desperate measures.

Do you realize how many days in a row I lived off leftover KFC?

[visetvires]

You want a break?

[Hoholarious.]

[iphigenic]

Yes?

I think I earned it.

[visetvires]

You seem to be working on this bizarre assumption that the world is fair.

[iphigenic]

No offense, ma'am, but I don't need a bullshit lecture about how you know the real world and I don't.

Trust me, I know more than I could have possibly asked for. But I survived and I'm satisfied with that much.

[visetvires]

Surviving once doesn't guarantee surviving again, is all I'm saying. It'd be nice if you got your break.

[It would be nice if gold flew out of Clementine's nose, too, but that's probably not gonna happen.]

[iphigenic]

See, that's the point I'm trying to make here. Thanks for clearing it up.

[visetvires]

Always happy to help.

[Smile, smile. Smile.]

Sorry about your mysterious secrets. Those never do anybody any good, especially not when they're trying to get people to lose interest in 'em.

[iphigenic]

What are you talking about?

[visetvires]

The things you know more about than you could possibly have asked for.

[Your mysterious teenaged secrets, natch.]

[iphigenic]

[Okay, enough of this.]

Lady, what the fuck do you want?

[visetvires]

Nothing in particular.

[iphigenic]

Okay then, second question: what are you on?

[visetvires]

[After some consideration:]

Death and bourbon?

[iphigenic]

Wait, you're one of the dead?