dear_mun | on plans...

Wait. You're coming here?

[ . . . ]

But it sucks here.

Tell him that.

[ He gets his own pause. ]

Sucks how, exactly?

[ just a shrug!! ]

Everyone is crazy and we are all probably going to die--

[ wait ]

I probably shouldn't... say... this kind of stuff, actually.

[ everyone is already crazy. besides Donna. wait, hold the phone -- ]

Wait, what? You're all going to die?

[ he did say probably but she knows what a "probably" from Mike Ross means ]

No. Keep talking. [ what have you gotten yourself mixed up in? ]

[ well, that's true BUT REALLY ]

Well, we're in space for one. It's horrible and like some really awful rip off of Aliens meets Battlestar Galactica but without anything of the bits that make Aliens and Battlestar Galactica really great.

[ you're babbling, mike. stop babbling. ]

You should probably not come.

You're in... space.

[ she's supposed to take that, how? ]

So I'm guessing Sigourney Weaver isn't running around. [ Which is a shame. Who doesn't love Sigourney Weaver. Also, joking. Joking helps. Because people aren't shipped into space. Not people who finally did well on their LSATs. That would just be cruel, ill-timed and pointless because Rachel Zane is not an astronaut. ]

Do you not want me to come because people are crazy and you might be ... killed [ which she's super skeptical about ] or do you just not want me to come?

[ mixed signals from Mike Ross? that never happens! not that she wants to come. she is trying to avoid coming at all costs. unfortunately, it's not her choice. ]

I think she was at one point but now she left.

[ which makes no sense entirely to someone who has actually been on the ship, good job mike ross. ]

I-- [ oh right. uhm. have an awkward almost sheepish look. ] I'd uh, like you to be around of course. I mean, why wouldn't I? But I don't... you don't have to...

[ er. how does one put "i don't want you to have to deal with the whole space thing because i think you deserve better than that" in words without actually putting it in words? oh, what is communication. ]

... Very funny.

[ except, he's not joking. she knows a bad joke from Mike Ross and that, all this is seriousness. it's real. what's happening to him in space? ]

But I don't have to join you on the destructive, deadly space station. [ Who would keep you in line? Is Harvey even keeping you in line? ] Which is... weird enough to say as it probably is being ... on it.

[ always the cunning linquist, ross. ]

But, I heard the first part. You'd like me around.

[ and have an even more sheepish look for mike, rachel. he tries to grin but it looks sort of embarrassed and oh god this is all terrible. ]

Well, yeah.

[ mike, you're better than this. stop being lame. (he's not going to stop being lame.) ]

If it was anywhere else, I'd be all for it. Er, not that I want to be... anywhere but home, but you get what I mean.

[ everything involving you usually gets terrible. or, it gets to the state above terrible. nothing seems to work out with you - well, for rachel with you. all these stops and starts. cheating on Jenny. an almost relationship and then finally, when she has the courage... Tess. just her luck. ]

Well, it doesn't look like I get a say in the matter. Where's Harvey when you need him? I should sue his ass.

[ expecting any form of competence from mike ross in general is usually a bad move. throw in anything romantic and well, you've got yourself a contained sort of tornado. ]

What, for like, emotional trauma? I could take it on pro bono if you want, no skin off my back. I'm pretty sure you could get some nice compensation there.

[ :') just conveniently forgetting he is not actually a lawyer for a moment. ]

[ that blows up in every female's face ]

You practice law in space?

[ yup ]

Well, er, no, but the point still stands.

Does it?

[ raise of the eyebrow ]

Anyway, I meant, Harvey could sue the guy kidnapping me and sending me into space against my will. But, that's now how this works, is it?

... You know, while watching with him I'm noticing how funny you think you are. [ A playful smile ]

[ gksdhgkjsdhgk ]

Pretty sure it doesn't, no. A-ahaha.

[ oh mike ]

-- Hey! I'll have you know, I'm hilarious.

[yes? ]

... What?

[ oh mike. ]

Yeah, sure. [ she tilts her head giving him a, 'you think that' face. ] I'm sure everyone in space thinks you're hilarious.

[ hey no rude ]

I'll have you know they do. My friends think I'm great.

[ THEY DO. look he has friends past jenny and trevor and you, it's awesome and really self-esteem building. ]

[ who's rude? who i ask you? ]

I didn't say they didn't think you're great. I said they didn't think you're hilarious. Actually, I said that I was sure they thought you were.

[ sarcastically. admittedly. ]

You are great, though, Mike. And I'm sure your crazy space friends think just that.

[ side-eyes. what is your angle, zane? you don't freely compliment unless you're pitying-- oh. oh yeah, this is pity. ]

They do, yeah. And you should meet them. If you come.

[ sssshrugs ]

[ that is not true. but, there are times to pity mike. anyway, any time she says something genuinely nice... it doesn't go well. ]

"If" isn't really a factor any more. According to him, barring revisions or an outright rejection (and who rejects Rachel Zane?) -- I'm -- I'll be there. And I'll meet all your... friends.

I don't know if I should be excited or scared.

[ s-sigh. ]

... Oh.

[ not actually sure how to take this but he does sound a bit ... hopeful! gosh darn, mike. ]

Well, I mean, I'm here so it's not that bad, right? Not... saying you need... me or anything like that just that-- well, you know. It's... a thing. The whole space thing. Er.

[ oh, a bit hopeful. flatter a girl, will you! ]

Are you saying that you make things better? For me? [ a playful, hopeful? question. genuine curiosity with what he means ]

[ feelings are dumb, okay ]

I-- [ er. he sort of stammers a bit, oh my god how does he respond to this. ] I... try to?

[ you're dumb. but, so is Rachel sometimes, so, even? ]

Relax. [ really, Mike, you make it seem like saying things from the heart is physically painful. time for safer subjects... ]

So what kinds of things does Mike Ross do when he can't practice law?

[ definitely even.

he kind of shakes his head then nope nope nope ]

You do not want to know. At all.

Try me.

[ what is that song about history repeating? ]

You know, I can handle a lot more then you give me credit for, Mike Ross.

Well, if you're actually coming here -- there's no use in repeating it all.

Good point. Well. I'll - see you, then.

Finally, tolerable company.

The decor could use some work, but I've been informed that's under consideration.

[sup, bff. She's so glad to see you.]

I am curious, though. Does closing that transparent glass door ever really work?

[ sup. ]

It works on Mike Ross 99% of the time.

[ everyone else, yeah... not that much. ] A few of the other first year associates. It works better if I'm not in my office at all.

So, what exactly do you do in space?

[ah but that is Mike Ross. Mike Ross is a puppy and does not count.]

Gotcha. I was just curious.

[But she'll give that some thought. And then she snaps her fingers.]

Flirt with people. Organize things. Flirt with more people.

[Her stay in space has not been very exciting to her mind.]

[ he never counts, does he? man, these ladies are harsh ]

And even if that doesn't work, I have perfected my dismissive glance up. The, 'you're done here' glance. I think you know what I mean.

... I'm going to hate it. [ a beat. ] Tell me there's good food.

It's admittedly a good look on you.

[Just sayin'. She approves of the sass, bff.

But Donna just offers the brightest of smiles and her words are totally incongruent with that expression.]

The worst food you'll ever taste.

I learned from the best.

[ Equally vibrant smile will be juxtaposed with her words! ]

Oh, great. Just what I always wanted.

[ ignore this part, Mike! ]

Tell me there are at least cute guys to flirt with.

[Damn straight you did. But ha...

She tilts her head, looking at Rachel very intently.]

More your type than mine, I think.

[Aka there are lots of puppies.

Attractive puppies.

But puppies nonetheless.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[ offend ]

Rachel Zane, yes?

... I think it would be safer for all involved if you didn't join us.

Harvey Specter.

[ you don't usually talk to the lowly paralegals. not that she's lowly. she's the best at her job. five years does that. boom. oh, right. intimidation because, harvey freakin specter. ]

Safer for... all involved? Am I some kind of group liability? [ she will cross her arms, though. ] Or, are you talking about Mike? It would be safer for Mike. Because, if that's true... [ she would never hurt Mike, not intentionally. ]

Talk to him. The guy -- tell him. Because, I don't get a say.

You arrive in a tank of blue gunk in your underwear with a tube shoved down your threat.

[Jessica would kill him for losing the firm's best paralegal in space, whoops. But he does adjust his jacket, closing it and tilting his head as if to indicate Rachel should draw her own conclusion from his statement.]

And as [ well, this just sounds ridiculous and unpleasant ] as disgusting as that sounds, I told you. I don't get a say.

[ if she knew how much you appreciated her work, harvey. :'D ]

Is this about you not wanting me to know you slept with Captain Kirk? As in, Star Trek?

And when it comes to Mike, I like to think I'm a good influence. When I can stand him.

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SQUEE. -- the sound, not the person.

hehe :'D

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