( original character | ataraxion )

[beamingly]

Space? Space! You want to send me to space! There are quicker ways to get rid of me, you know? Not that I--

Not that you--

[absdhgasd]

Augh! This is mental! Wasn't it enough to send one of me up there? Do you hate me this much? I ought to hex you!

[young witch having a tantrum get out while you still can]

Comments

[alchaka]

It's not so bad. [ ... ] Space, I mean.

[beamingly]

And how would you know? [Hm? Hmmm?] You don't exactly look like an astronaut to me.

[alchaka]

"Astronaut"-? [ excuse the smile and the laugh but that is kind of quaint ] What do you suppose they look like, then?

[beamingly]

[Eyes narrow, but she isn't losing her composure. Oh wait that's gone out the window already never mind]

I don't know. [A light shrug. He then becomes the target of a thorough scan.] ... Clean?

[alchaka]

[ Gosh, that - that is quite a scrutinising look. Kass looks thoroughly unnerved, and tries to subtly scrub at one of the grubbier patches of his cloak with an even-grubbier sleeve. ]

Well, you know -- explosions, crash landings, missions... it's dirty work. [ a frown. ] Space isn't clean. Sorry.

[beamingly]

We must have different concepts of space, then, because it all looks quite antiseptic to me. Including this place she wants to send me to. [ :I ]

[alchaka]

'Place'? [ ......oh ah that place ] The ship, Tranquility? I've heard of it.

[beamingly]

Hardly anything tranquil about it, from what I've heard...

[blech. She brushes her hair behind her ear, arms crossed again.]

So - if you're not an astronaut, what are you?