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It occurred to me the other day that I haven't had a chance to write anything, and that's, to me, a little depressing. There's been so much here that's happened, not just to myself and the friends I've made, but to everyone else. To you.

My day job, back home, for those of you who don't know me, it deals with investigative journalism. I write to uncover the truth, to shed light on scenarios that are otherwise dark and bleak.

Since I got here, everything has been nothing but a whirlwind of events. Each month there's been something new; whether it's stopping off at various planets, or it's daily occurrences on the ship. [ RIP Moira. ] There hasn't been time for me to sit down and write it all out.

[ Elena pauses and her eyes drift downward, off to the left. For those who knew about the incident with the Descendants, how she'd walked away from that moment on the ship with her left arm broken and bleeding out where it'd bitten her...she no longer wears a splint and padded cast. There's no visible sling. It's almost as though none of that had ever happened.

An injury as deep as that, bones needed time to mend. They needed a full two months. It's been less than that.

It shows that she's trying to think of how to word what she wants to say next, without giving anything away. ]

I'm interested in writing about abilities. [ Here she looks up, looks directly into the TAB camera. ] I'm interested in learning about them.

If you're comfortable with discussing this, that's great. I'm available for one-on-one meetings, if you would prefer, or you can reach me privately through the messaging system.

Also, if you're interested in learning more about the stories I've done, I won't mind sharing. Ask me anything you'd like.

[ Except you, Flynn. ]

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And that makes you no less my favorite.

It should.

So? What are my chances?

For..?

Like I said, I'll do an interview. If you can offer me a deal.

How can I offer you a good enough deal when you can't even beat my score in any of my games?

[ Married life. ]

In your games? Those things you play on the TV at home?

Those ones, yep. But really, what do you have to offer me that I don't already know?

No, no, no. First you have to tell me what your TV game thing has to do with interviewing me. No one ever told me it'd serve as a gatekeeper.

Maybe you'll get a free pass.

I think you're just making excuses. You're intimidated by all my great stories and my rugged good looks. You know it'd be hard to keep your cool during an interview.

Do I look like a woman who makes excuses? That's more your department, cowboy. And it's not your good looks that intimidate me, it's all that gray hair you have sprouting up. Like weeds.

I am not sprouting gray hair. I have, like, five gray hairs.

I'm afraid that if I touch you, I'll end up prematurely gray as well. Hair cooties or something.

Lord, can't believe you're so old. How am I married to such an old man?

Might as well be married to Sully at this point.

If touching me caused gray hair, you'd have zero blonde left and you know it.

[ROLLING HIS EYES but unable to hide a smile c:]

Maybe I will marry Sully. What'll you do then, huh? Who's gonna give you backrubs?

Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there. I feel the weight of the grays every morning, Nathan. Every. Morning.

[ A slow smirk slides in. ]

To name a few... Hawke. Tony. Walking History Arno. Chloe.

They don't have my giant man-hands that make me so good at rubbing you down.

[He lifts one and waggles his fingers to demonstrate. And maybe leers a little.]

They also don't have your thick man-fingers and thick man-lips. Also good for rubbing me down.

[ Don't mind the way she slowly pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, giving him a look from under her lashes. ]

I'm glad you see my point.

[He grins, recognizing that look.]

Maybe we should continue this discussion in private.

You think so?

[ Her TAB tilts downward to her midsection where her shirt's ridden up to show a patch of midriff, the edge of her underwear and then further down to her hips, a leg relaxing off to the side. She's already in bed, obvious by the way the blankets sit crooked and bunched down over mid-thigh. ]

I mean— we could. Unless I fall asleep before you get here.

[ Thank you Adrien, thank you for healing her arm. You did a great service for them. ]

I'm already in bed, could pass out any second.

[Oh, hell yes—no, no, not over the network where anyone can see. He had enough of that back on party planet.]

I will be right there.]

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