dear_mun | of restraint issues and space boats

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of restraint issues and space boats

Hey you. Behind the computer. Get your head out of the video games and listen to me for a minute.

We've had this conversation before. I know we have. Maybe not for a while, but it feels a little bit like I'm banging my head against a wall here.

So I tell you it's a bad idea. That I don't do well in prisons, and it's not like you don't know; you just started reviewing a few nights ago. You heard me. I've done enough time in some pretty crappy places, I know what I'm talking about when I say I don't do well. I don't know if you think it's amusing or what, but personally? Spending time in a metal box in space that you're pretty confident I can't get out of?

Dude. That's just a cruel, cruel challenge.

You'd better be prepared for this, 'cause you're a nice enough girl but you're completely on your own here.

...I seriously think this is worse than that time in that alternates game you gave me a teenage daughter. And that was pretty underhanded.

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It's not like that. It is...very temporary, there is much more freedom than a prison, and in the end...you're not dead anymore, and you can go and do as you please. And there are brilliant opportunities for learning and self-improvement.

A prison's a prison, trust me. Four walls and locks on the outside pretty much defines it, no matter how big the exercise pen is.

...Although a prison with a resurrection clause would be new. Interesting incentive for playing nice.

I have been there fifteen months. It troubled me greatly at first, but...

My Warden is a Time Lord. I talk to people who travel through outer space. Some of my friends are superheroes. The people...are amazing. They will change your mind about people in general, and about what is possible.

I know people, dude. Kind of my job. Pretty sure whatever weirdness you got going on there won't change that. People are people everywhere.

Give it a try. It isn't as if you can't handle it."

She already submitted the application, it's not like I've got a choice if it goes through anyway.

It's alright. I've got a few ideas in the works. I'll figure something out.

[Guerrero is Plotting. The wardens should worry.]

I am certain you will.

...by the way, Tony Stark is also there.

[...Interesting. Bored interest, like he doesn't really care.]

Oh yeah? She neglected to mention that.

[I wonder why...]

I love seeing brilliant mortals and what they do, especially with technology. I will just want to watch and perhaps fetch things.

Fetch things. Right. Well, I guess everybody needs a lapdog.

*lifted eyebrow of doom*

Try staying geeky and entertaining. You'll fare better.

[Doom, you say? Because he's incredibly unimpressed by the showing.]

I'm not really the type to be somebody's monkey. Left my cymbals at home.

... she's aiming to send you... where. *Chance is not very amused. ...just a little bit.*

A prison ship. In space.

[He'll just let that sink in for a minute. He doesn't appreciate your amusement, Chance, and don't try to pretend you're not. He sees that.]

That won't end well. The whole thing with the improving of the 'inmates' will be set back ... quite a lot.

*he's amused because he sees you already - taking charge of the black market on the Barge... or setting one up if nobody has. Quietly making sure some key Wardens depend on you for things they value only slightly less than what the Admiral or whoever it is has promised them. Making life a small decadent familiar piece of home, all while people are trying to make sure the riots you start don't take too many casualties...*

You're telling me. If I can't leave I'll settle for trying to convince them.

[He might as well enjoy himself, right? And make a little something on the side.

...Yeah, okay. This might not be such a terrible situation, but he's not giving Chance the satisfaction.]

I've no doubt in your abilities.

*yeaaah, sorry, Guerrero. Chance kind of knows you a little bit better than most*

All the things we've been through? I'd hope not, dude. You know better.

[Eh. So long as you don't point it out he'll let it slide.]

...And don't be getting any bright ideas.

I do.

*There's only so much poking that Chance will apply at the crazy funball at any given time. When distraction isn't necessary. Or they aren't sparring.*

Sadly, if she was going to send anyone there, another former...ish assassin would be on his way for the next round. She's a bit ... I think her descriptive is 'swamped.'

Yeah, I know the feeling. But good. No offense, but the last thing I need is you trying to bail me out again out of some misplaced sense of...whatever it is you run on.

[...touching, Guerrero. Really. How do you have friends, exactly?]

So. "Formerish"? Well that sounds...intriguing. Which side of the fence?

No, I'd wait for one of the ports, to do that. One that we can get home from. It'd be kind of useless otherwise, wouldn't it.

*yeah, it's all right. Chance gets what Guerrero means, and that's enough.*

Mmm. Complicated. Heard of Winter Soldier?

I heard dinosaurs and Gotham City. I'm hoping those are outliers and not the usual.

[Considering what he COULD have said? Yeah.]

Sure. Soviet science project, replaced Steve Rogers as Captain America at one point.

... I thought the dinosaur in Gotham City was in Batman's cave. Something's afoot in that city... must be a day that ends with a y. Or were those separate ports? Because Gotham City has connecting flights to San Fran.

*it's not like he hasn't heard it, Guerrero. You don't have to filter with Chance, good side or not*

That side of the fence, as in, him in particular. But she's not going to.

No, separate ports, dude. I don't think the place could handle having them both at the same time. ...Could give Gotham a shot thought. Close enough to home, anyway.

[Doesn't have to, doesn't mean he won't anyway. Sadly it's habit. The less you know, etc etc.]

Got it. [A shrug.] It happens.

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