texted during the meeting, displaying as being from Nova Barnett

[petridish]

[Those who check the contact list may notice there is now only one Jane Shepard listed, but this user looks almost identical to her, just mad.]

Suggestions for ways to change your appearance? Long term but not as permanent as that asteroid's genetic modification, both things that can be done on the trip and recommendations for service providers for when we get back.

[All Nova's replies will also be in text unless otherwise specified.]

Comments

[petridish]

[So she didn't kill her clone. Interesting.]

I meant don't comment on my posts or message me, because I don't want or need your support or your encouragement.

[She's not touching the rest of this comment. She's not thanking her for the space, she's not taking the bait of "touching someone's pets without permission" (perhaps her counterpart also tried to get the hamster off the warship), and she's not publicly backing down on the blame game.]

[squadgoals]

Understood.

You stop telling people I killed you, and you'll never hear from me again.

[Easy. And since she didn't, this isn't exactly a huge ask, right?]

[petridish]

Nice try.

[squadgoals]

[The TAB flashes, and she picks it up — and almost throws it across the room. Compulsion quashed, a similarly catty urge to type "you really show your age sometimes" flares up, hot and angry.

No. Patience. Honesty. A choice. A chance.]

I didn't kill you.

That's all there is to it.

I can't force you to change how you feel, or what suits your view of me, or take away the trauma you were forced to endure, but those are the facts. I'm sorry, I really am.

Just consider why you're doing it.

[petridish]

Seen by Nova

[She refuses to consider it.]