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So, uh-- when I first got here, Dr. Cambridge put an implant in me, so I wouldn't have to deal with periods and stuff. But it was a birth control thing too, so that means if I'm having sex I don't have to bother with condoms or nothing, right?
[She sounds hopeful. Please give her the green light to be irresponsible, guys!
(Just kidding, please don't.) ]
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[Little-known fact: the deck kind of freaks Tiffany out. Out there, space is right in your face, and there's so much of it-- it's impossibly big, and it makes her feel impossibly small. She's never even seen the ocean from the deck of a ship; seeing the entire universe from one is infinitely more overwhelming.
But it's also nice and peaceful, in a way-- not to mention beautiful. So sometimes when she's feeling particularly brave (and right now, post-port, she definitely is) she goes out onto the main deck. She almost always stays away from the railing, opting instead to stick as close to the side of the ship as possible. Sometimes she walks, but it makes her feel a little dizzy. Mostly, she can be found sitting down-- not on a bench, but on the floor, her back pressed against the solid, reassuring Barge wall.
It doesn't matter where she sits. Either way, she can still see the stars.]
[filtered to Mason; dated to after her conversation with Barbara]
This is the kind of message you aren't supposed to respond to and in fact you should delete it off your phone once you have read it and pretend you realized it all on your own. I know guys don't pick up signals sometimes but if I'm real honest girls are the same way even though we're supposed to be better at this stuff so don't feel bad. So in case you didn't already know the signal coming from me is this, I like how things are and will not be unhappy at all if nothing changes but if you asked me out on a date someday I would say yes.
[Look at her, using spellcheck! It doesn't help with punctuation issues, but still.]
So, uh-- when I first got here, Dr. Cambridge put an implant in me, so I wouldn't have to deal with periods and stuff. But it was a birth control thing too, so that means if I'm having sex I don't have to bother with condoms or nothing, right?
[She sounds hopeful. Please give her the green light to be irresponsible, guys!
(Just kidding, please don't.) ]
[spam]
[Little-known fact: the deck kind of freaks Tiffany out. Out there, space is right in your face, and there's so much of it-- it's impossibly big, and it makes her feel impossibly small. She's never even seen the ocean from the deck of a ship; seeing the entire universe from one is infinitely more overwhelming.
But it's also nice and peaceful, in a way-- not to mention beautiful. So sometimes when she's feeling particularly brave (and right now, post-port, she definitely is) she goes out onto the main deck. She almost always stays away from the railing, opting instead to stick as close to the side of the ship as possible. Sometimes she walks, but it makes her feel a little dizzy. Mostly, she can be found sitting down-- not on a bench, but on the floor, her back pressed against the solid, reassuring Barge wall.
It doesn't matter where she sits. Either way, she can still see the stars.]
[filtered to Mason; dated to after her conversation with Barbara]
This is the kind of message you aren't supposed to respond to and in fact you should delete it off your phone once you have read it and pretend you realized it all on your own. I know guys don't pick up signals sometimes but if I'm real honest girls are the same way even though we're supposed to be better at this stuff so don't feel bad. So in case you didn't already know the signal coming from me is this, I like how things are and will not be unhappy at all if nothing changes but if you asked me out on a date someday I would say yes.
[Look at her, using spellcheck! It doesn't help with punctuation issues, but still.]
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And I don't even come out here much, anyway.
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[But he's enough of an asshole that he's going to shift to sitting on the railing itself.]
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Are you serious?
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You gonna try to push me off?
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[She curls her fingers, feeling the deck under her.]
I don't even get how we can breathe out here.
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Look, if you start getting caught up on how the fuck this place works, you're going to lose your damn mind. And you don't have that much to lose.
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[Oh, well. She figures the answer is just "magic", the way it is for most things.]
Hey, how'd you know about me and Mason, anyway?
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[It's actually embarrassingly similar to the way he used to sniff around the Alibi asking after Ian, which he's starting to realize may not have been all that subtle.]
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[He doesn't buy that, but he also doesn't care enough to argue.]
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[She wonders if she'll have to be nicer to Mickey if he's Mason's friend.]
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... Nnnnnnno. No, I'm not.
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