TQ-bound, maybe.

[shortbow]

No, I do not want to be trapped on board a metal contraption! A ship through the heavens. Do you think I'm a stone-brained idiot with nothing but dirt between my ears?

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[xenogen]

I think they think that about all of us.

Not really big on the idea of flying through space either.

[shortbow]

[ Waitaminute. ]

What space?

[ Period muses! Obviously, you're talking about the space between two objects, you're just stupid and not specifying which. ]

[xenogen]

Big, ginormous, that place up above with the stars and whatnot. [ it comes out sarcastic until it dawns on her. cue grimace. ] They didn't tell you that part, did they?

[shortbow]

You speak of the heavens.

[ She says it with a slightly haughty expression, like, oh, you sweet summer child, did the scholars teach you nothing. Also, you wear weird clothes. ]

We would see ourselves sail through the heavens, sister, inside the belly of a great metal ship. [ A beat. ]

It sounds unappetizing.

[xenogen]

Sounds much less terrifying when you call it that.

[ jordan can handle condescending—every science undergrad can after their first internship. the whole renaissance festival talks is another thing entirely. ]

Unappetizing is right. I think the ship and the 'heavens' part aren't the only problem.

[shortbow]

Ah.

[ Smug, again. But also kind of trepidatious, like, Frodo, don't do the thing. ]

You speak of the beasts.

[gunnery]

Doesn't matter what they think we are — we get tossed around the same, regardless.

[shortbow]

Perhaps men then need to learn how to plant their feet.

[ TLDR why don't you try being less of a lil shit then, bro. ]

[gunnery]

[ WOW RUDE ]

You— you know you're in exactly the same situation as I am, right?

[shortbow]

We are not.

[ Haughtily! ]

You have accepted your fate. Complacency is an ill-fitting look.

[gunnery]

[ ha

ha ha ha ]

You know what, okay, we're not.

Because I'm not the one headed to a goddamn tin can in space.

[shortbow]

[ She's not sneering, ok, she's not. ]

And how do you know it is made of tin?

[gunnery]

Tin, whatever, doesn't matter to me. You lemme know when you find out, though, huh?

[shortbow]

And who is to say you will not learn of its nature first?

[ aka

NO

YOU ]

[gunnery]

[ LOL WHATEVER BRO ]

She's already got that other asshole going; all I gotta do is sit pretty.

[shortbow]

So you are a man of inaction.

[ Squinting. Ah, so you're that kind of character. ]

Regardless, it seems you would not fare well on the vessel. Perhaps it is for the best.

[ ! ]

[gunnery]

[ Mildly: ] You sure changed your tune quickly. So, all it takes is making one guy look like a pussy and you're gung-ho for the space deathtrap?

[shortbow]

[ recordscratch.mp3 ]

I do not know these words.

[gunnery]

[ ... ]

Which ... part ...

[shortbow]

[ Somewhat hesitantly: ]

Pussy? Gung-hoh? Deathtrap?

[ Beat. ]

No, the last one suffices in its own self-explanation.

[gunnery]

[ :I ]

Uh— never mind. Write me a letter or something, once you get up there.

[shortbow]

And where would I find parchment inside a tin ship!

[ I THROW MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR SOMETIMES ]

Of all the idiotic—

[gunnery]

[ Hansel raises a hand in the universal gesture for hold up, expression falling halfway between frustrated and amused. ]

I'm joking. Though I'm flattered it's the parchment bit you find ridiculous as opposed to writing a letter at all.

[shortbow]

You find the notion of receiving correspondence so amusing?

[ What. Is. Wrong. With. You. ]

[gunnery]

[ GOD YOU CANNOT TAKE A JOKE ]

Do you— have humor, where you're from? Sarcasm? Or is it all, like, direct insult based?

[shortbow]

[ She was just trying to say it was sad that you seem to be so lonely you don't get letters!!! ]

I find many things humorous!