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[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon had arrived on Moira looking 50s greaser-chic, blue jeans, white shirt, and giant pompadour hairstyle. Now he's changed up his appearance entirely, looking rather stark with the pompadour wig gone, shaved head and a plain Moiran duty uniform. He's been itching to have surgery again, change his face entirely, but since that's not gonna happen soon he'll take what drastic changes he can make. If he cycles through looks enough, maybe he can keep the itch mostly away. ...if he can also get a pair of sunglasses to hide half of this face that he's had too long. There's a slight edge under his lackadaisical cadence as he speaks.]

Hey space pals, I really need a pair of shades. I've got this eye condition, the doc says that if I don't control the amount of light hitting my eyes I'm gonna be blind in five years. [Lie lie lie.] It would totally suck. The glowy portal thing took my pair, so it'd be really awesome if someone here could loan a pair out. I'm open to trade offers, too.

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[kidjoy]

Not really. I don't think anybody in the zones has electricity. But sometimes you can jury rig a fan to work with a battery pack and get a whole fifteen minutes of air. [Her boys had been pretty smart, after all, even if impractical at times.] Maybe more if ya can find some batteries at full charge.

Ain't never had a need for that. If we were gonna do something, we just did it quick or used some signals. [And there was only the four of the boys, with Cherri coming around to help on occasion. With such a small and impatient group, multi-pronged anything was rather difficult to pull off.]

Why'd ya really care about romantic type? Or even blood type? That kind of stuff important in the east?

[She takes his word at face value. She'd spent her life around a handful of the same men who she believed had never lied to her. She half believed that everyone who showed her a little kindness was the same way.]

[ersatzeverything]

Knowing your blood type is super useful if you ever get knocked about or shot up a little. There's enough old medical gear lying around and people who know how to use it--sort of--that transfusions are pretty common. There's a merc group called the Gunners who even tattoo their blood type on their foreheads. Kinda weird, actually, but it makes for really handy targets to aim at while sniping so I'm not gotta lodge a complaint with them.

So, yeah, ask medbay what your blood type is. It could save your life some day.

[It'd rough if back home if no one else around her knows their blood type, but maybe she can start a trend.]

And knowing your romantic type is...uh...good for finding friends. [He'll just put it that way.]

[kidjoy]

I just don't get it. I thought blood was all just blood. Ya know, red and gross and supposed to stay on the inside. And what's a transfusion? How's that supposed to save my life?

[It's a lot of questions, but medical care wasn't always so advanced in the Zones. Most of the patching up she's seen Jet do for the other boys involved stitches and bandaging. Loosing too much blood was just a shit-out-of-luck scenario.]

Talkin' about the real kind of friends or the kind ya only see for a few hours in the back of a car? [She'd lived with teenagers for most of her life. She was aware of the different kinds of friends.] Cause I don't know what romantic stuff has to do with finding real friends.

[ersatzeverything]

Nah, blood types are like...it's like different gangs. Blood types only like to hang out with their own kind and bad things can happen when you force them to mix with types not like their own. So if you know your type, and other people's type, if you bleed out a lot, a whole lot, if there's someone else of the same type, they can share some of their blood with you.

[The west must be in really bad shape if they don't even have that relatively basic medical service available anywhere at all.

His eyebrows go up just above the rim of his sunglasses at the girl's comment on friends.]

Thaaaat depends on a person's idea of a good friendship, I guess. Or a good romance.

[kidjoy]

That's weird. [AKA she doesn't understand any of it.] Wouldn't you be in trouble if you gave up blood?

Everyone back home seems to think it's pretty good.

[ersatzeverything]

You can share a bit of blood and be okay. It's like sharing food when it's scarce. Each person gets a bit, no one dies, although you might be a little light-headed for a while.

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

Uh, friendship in the backseat of a car is totally overrated. Boring. It's like the nancy-fancy Old World widget stuff where it's massively uninteresting until you hit a certain age, so don't even bother with it until you're, like, twice as old as you are now. Maybe three times as old.

[kidjoy]

[That's a comparison she can understand, even if as the baby of the group she was used to being slipped more than a little bit of anything.]

Okay. I guess I get it. I might have to see it in action someday, if it's really that useful.

Like I'm even gonna bother then! There's a lot of better stuff to waste carbons on than the droids anyway, like bombs or food or markers. And why be gross with other runners when you could be doing something fun anyway? [She's still at that age where even kissing seems gross.]