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I feel like, with everything that's going on, I've lost track of time.

I mean, we've been on a ship for so long, we've gone on a few planet trips, and then there was that whole— [ Elena waves a hand, dismissive. Only because that's a difficult one to process. ] —year thing. Or at least I think it was a year.

Not only that but we've gone and swapped out captains, most of us have survived a ship crash landing or two, and Lord knows what else.

But in all of that— and yes, there's a point to this— how are you supposed to celebrate a birthday when you've barely had any time to sit down and process everything? When you sit down and keep asking yourself, "What day is it?" or "What month are we at?" or better yet— "How old am I again?"

[ Like the song What's my age again? ]

I really doubt this place has a bar with decent male strippers.

[ A tiny pause. She makes a face. Oh god. ]

...what if they're alien male strippers? What am I supposed to do with that?

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[ Definitely his own fault. Tut. ]

Okay, I gotta ask— how old are you? You seem kind of young for my next set of questions.

[ A squint at the lady on his screen, as much to say, "...Are you being for real?" Not that it's new to Jesse for people to assume he's some dropkick teenage moron because of how immature he can be. ]

...I'm not a kid, if that's what you're getting at.

It...isn't. Not really. I was only going to reference some movies from the 80s.

[ Jesse is fully prepared to give her attitude about her thinking he's a young, dumb moron. His brows raise in surprise at what she says instead, and then his eyes light up. Someone here who actually knows stuff from the 80s?! ]

80s kid over here, yo.

[ There was once a time where Elena would think the best of everyone without truly knowing them. But then she grew up by a few years, became more cynical as the years wore on. ]

Oh, that's a relief. I was beginning to worry.

Late or early 80s?

Like, '84?

Two years my junior, not bad.

[ A smile spreading on Jesse's face. ]

Nahhh, for real? You're older? Man, lookin' at you, I woulda thought at least late 80s.

[ Does that smile grow just a little boyish? ]

[ Such a tease. At least he's cute. ]

See, if you'd said early 90s, we might've had a problem on our hands.

Lucky I wasn't tryna flatter you, then.

[ Except, you know. He totally was. ]

[ He totally was. ]

If you were, who knows what I'd do.

Hopefully not hold it against me, at least.

With a face like that? Hah.

[ Have you figured out Jesse is a terrible flirt with good-looking women yet, Elena? (Especially older women. MILF ALERT!!) 'Cause now you're getting this face. ]

Oh, so it's like that, is it? In that case, maybe I was tryna flatter you. Just a little.

[ She's getting there. But hey! She's only 31, so not a MILF. Yet. ]

I won't say no to a little bit of flattery.

[ Hey, to Jesse's 26 year-old self? 31 totally qualifies as MILF ok. ]

'Specially seeing it's your birthday, right?

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[ It's only a five year difference! He should've met her when she came in as 47. ]

That's what makes it even better.

[ A grin. Aw shit, she's cute. ]

Well. Maybe the whole birthday thing don't gotta be so bad, after all.

Fine. I guess I can add some candy and marshmallows in with it. Some alien wine, if they have any.

Best way to enjoy alien male strippers with tentacle dicks. Might as well go all out, huh? Insteada having an existential crisis 'cause that's no fun.

[ Even though Jesse totally gets the existential crisis part. Barely a day passes where he doesn't have an existential criss of some sort. Hard not to in space, y'know? Especially when this kind of world is n o t h i n g like his shithole life back in New Mexico. ]

Hope you at least got someone here to help you make your day a little less shitty.

Add some tassles, could be a good time. Way better than having that existential crisis.

[ It's definitely a trip and a half. ]

I do. I have friends and I even have some family, which is hard to believe, considering how random the Ingress is about dragging people in.

What about you?

[ Tassles. Ha. Jesse gives the lady a crooked little smile, though, glad to hear she's got somebody here. Especially family. That's good. As for himself, though... ]

Nah. Just me.

[ As offhanded as that sounds, there might a tiny shred of melancholy somewhere underneath. How badly he misses Mr. White... ]

Just you? I'm sorry to hear that.

[ And she is. She couldn't imagine what it might be like if she'd shown up here without Nate or Chloe, anyone from home. ]

Were you aboard the Moira before it went down?

[ He seemed familiar, like she'd seen him around before this conversation, either over the network or in passing among the crew. ]

[ That just gets a "nah, it's all good" one-shouldered shrug, even if, deep down, it's really not all good. Again, how badly he misses Mr. White. But at her next question, a nod. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I was. I was the resident janitor. You mighta seen me 'round, cleaning up other people's shit.

[ Wry, lopsided little boyish smirk at that. But then: ]

...Crazy how that all went down, huh? The Moira? Still can't believe it, when I think about it. Can't believe we all survived, y'know?

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I think I might've remembered seeing one or two janitors around, but honestly I was spending a lot of my time in the medical bay. Felt like every waking hour.

[ Crazy how, after so many weeks and months, she only just now meets some fellow Moira crew. ]

What happened with the ship, that's something you really only see in movies. It's not something I'd personally want to experience again.

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