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[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon has the wig on today and sunglasses (finally got a pair thanks to the Ingress) and a black suit that was probably once very sharp but after two hundred years and a nuclear apocalypse is very much the worse for wear.]

Hey, science-y people, anyone have experience with laser guns?


[Locked to Medbay Staff]

So, totally hypothetically, if someone wanted to completely change their face, could you do it?

[He should try to hang on to the face he's got for another six months at least, but he wants to know what his options are. And wants to know whether or not he has options.]

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[ersatzeverything]

Yeah, well, I had to do something to stop people from reciting spontaneous sonnets about my beauteous azure orbs. It gets old after a while, you know?

[trap_factory]

How considerate of you to direct them away from the room then! [he doesn't even stay in the room when he can help it, how would he know? Whatever, no one ever said honesty was important in this conversation]

Or maybe it was someone planetside? That place does seems to bring out the romantic side of people.

[ersatzeverything]

[Honesty is never Deacon's priority in practically any conversation.]

Oh yeah, a vista of animal slaughter and the looming threat of explosion. Totally where I'd take a date. Excitement stirs the blood, right?

[trap_factory]

Oh ho? You're not exactly who I'd picture when I think of 'environmentalist'. Then again... Considering how forthcoming you've been so far, maybe I misjudged you?

Such a cast of characters we have aboard!

[ersatzeverything]

Me? I'm the soul of forthcoming. I'll tell you anything you want to know about me. [No guarantees that any of it will be true.]

And hey, find me a tree to hug and I'm all there. [No, not really. He was a farmer for a while once upon a time a very long time ago, but he wouldn't call himself an environmentalist, not in the Old World sense.] Nature is awesome...with some exceptions. Deathclaws can fuck right off, thanks. Bloodbugs, too, while I'm making a list.

[trap_factory]

Haahahaha! Anything that'll show you in a different light, depending on the immediate situation, right? But I suppose that's half the fun.

[what]

[there's a bit of silence on the other end of the comm. Can silences be amused? He's not even sure if those things are real or not, but he knows one thing for sure--]

It's nice to see there's someone out there with a worse naming convention than the people I knew back home.

[ersatzeverything]

I like to think of myself as having many facets. [All of which are fake.]

I guess we could have named deathclaws "hugbunnies" instead but deathclaw is waaaay more accurate.

[trap_factory]

A diamond that's just rough then? Funny, that seems to suit you. Kind of like having only long ranged weapons.

Still terrible. Do you have a resource you're pulling these from or is it just a talent to make things up on the spot?

[ersatzeverything]

Really? I would have thought I was coal. Coal is pretty useful.

Oh, I'm a veritable font of bullshit. [Said cheerfully.] But I can't in all honesty [hah!] take credit for deathclaws.

[trap_factory]

You don't strike me as the short lived type. The sort that gets burnt up as soon as they've exhausted their usefulness? Too self-preserving for that.

[a laugh... And it doesn't sound crazy!? He sounds genuinely amused?!? What has this world come to] I suppose I don't really have a choice other than to take your word for it! Considering the naming convention when I'm from, 'deathclaws' is really the best I'm going to get for a while.

[ersatzeverything]

Hey, a compliment! We are getting along, roomie.

[Maybe "self-preserving" isn't a compliment. It doesn't feel like a compliment to Deacon. It just makes him remember all the times he's survived when better people didn't. But he'll keep his tone light and his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses.]

[trap_factory]

Well, I do try to point out the good things every once in a while. Pessimism can only get me so far. [is this a joke? It might be a joke? It's probably nothing at all]

....

The sunglasses suit you. [because it's audio, Prometheus' expression is hidden. His tone is kept cordial and smooth... He sounds unthreatening for once though that might be less comforting, considering it's Prometheus] See you around.

[ersatzeverything]

A second compliment! We're on a roll, roomie. [Although Deacon's not entirely sure that that's a compliment either. Like the observation of him being a survivor, it's true but has implications about himself that he's not sure are good.]

Later.