thinking about ataraxion.

[tarheel]

Space, huh?

Don't get me wrong, space is awesome—from a distance, when I'm not trapped on a spaceship that uses unstable wormholes as its main method of transportation. And I'm also pretty sure "but Chapel, there are other Order members there!" doesn't really work as an argument when you realize that they're all British and I'm… not.

Just sayin'.

--Chapel.

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[fortifying]

It could be worse, you could be stuck with the Italians?

[tarheel]

I mean, I guess it could always be worse, but that's pretty much her idea of a selling point for the whole spaceship idea.

No offense, but it's not exactly working.

[fortifying]

None taken, I was just trying to help. If you ask me, being stuck on a space ship with anyone for an extended period of time isn't my idea of a good time.

[tarheel]

I wouldn't mind going into space, but I sort of assumed it'd be on one of those tourist-y space shuttles that take you up for an hour and then bring you back down.

Living on a creepy abandoned black hole-powered spaceship, on the other hand, really doesn't sound like a good idea.

[fortifying]

Not at all, actually.

Have you considered that it might just be DC trying to knock you off?

[wiretap]

[ Just. Staring. Eventually: ]

Cambridge has tits.

[ What sort of bearing this has on anything at all, Aberdeen isn't clarifying. Though it may have to do with the fact that — British or not — it's weird for her too. ]

[tarheel]

[...

aberdeen talks?

excuse chapel while he tries to wrap his brain around these new and important facts.]

Wait, there's a new Cambridge?

[wiretap]

[ She does. And when she manages it, she rarely has anything helpful to say. ]

No. The same Cambridge. [ A beat and then, again, to make sure he's been paying attention: ] Only with tits.

[tarheel]

... are we sure it's the same Cambridge? That's very, uh—okay, just to clarify, we're talking about your Cambridge, not the Cambridge that's a suburb of Boston, right?

Not that it's any less disturbing either way, but that's really not a mental image I needed.

[wiretap]

[ More staring. So much staring. ]

He's not my Cambridge. [ Again, not particularly helpful but after a while (and wholly tangential): ] You may be needed.

[ex_manipulatings887]

I'm hardly British.

Not that it's even certain I'll be there, but the matter stands.

[tarheel]

Sorry, guess I meant "as of right now, they're all British."

I don't know if I'm going, either, but when that's pretty much her only selling point... [CONCERNED SHRUG. this is not boding well for him.]

[ex_manipulatings887]

She's trying to sell you on it with just the British? Her persuasive skills need work then.

[bostonian]

[ Really? Really. ]

Didn't we have a conversation about bad life decisions, and how to avoid them?

[tarheel]

The lady in the driver's seat really likes bad life decisions.

Wanna try talking her out of it?

[help him, boston-wan kenobi.]

[bostonian]

[ He's your only hope? Puh-lease. ]

I can see that.

I also know when to pick my battles, and this? Is a losing one. For both of us. So no, I don't really want to talk her out of it—but, since I've got nothing to lose, I'll try my hand anyway: Time constraints, prior commitments, incoming workload—school, job, and driving-related. How many of you can she handle? She's obviously a sadist, so I don't think she cares, but it's something to consider. You know. For insurance.

[tarheel]

Well, you tried. [in the tone of a very sarcastic "thanks, boston." except this is chapel, so it's really more like mild irritation.]

She still says she can do it. The 6'5" wall-of-intimidation doesn't count as a prior commitment, apparently.

... and I think she took "sadist" as a compliment.

[bostonian]

Of course she did. [ Le shrug. Deal with it, etc., you asked. ]

—Is he really 6'5"? Christ, there really aren't any short people in space.

[tarheel]

Okay, 6'5" might be a bit of an exaggeration. I didn't really ask, but he's got a couple of inches on me and he's built like a brick wall, so. [SHRUG.]

Personally, I blame spinal decompression. I think the gravity's lighter up there.

[tranquiliorem]

[oh for fuck's sake.

it's not like he's going to kill you. yet.]

[mindfucker]

[ oh, see this? This is a blistering wave of pure jealousy, right here. ]

Yeah, but. Space. Come on. That's amazing.

[technologies]

Are you seriously whining about being in space? [ only let's face it, dallas finds being stuck only with the british kids to be hell...in space. ]