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[knaval]

[riptide is pale. very pale. his optics are wide and the usual deep yellow glow of them is so intense it's almost white.

his grin is uneasy and forced.]

Hi! Just a quick note - who deals with the Ingress junk mail? Can I ask you not to leave body-- [he stops, inhales.] --just be more careful where you leave stuff, yeah? And, uh. Personal request. If anything comes through for me, space it. I don-- I don't want it. Ever.

[he looks about ready to shut off the video but stops.]

...Rodimus, don't look in the blue crate in the cargo bay. Just leave it.

Comments

[knaval]

Why you gotta be all passive aggressive like that?

[taselikeabee]

I wasn't? You've been on his ship, Riptide. I couldn't stand being on the same planet as him for more than a few days. All I'm saying is you probably have a better feel for him than I do.

[knaval]

...Oh. Uh. I mean, it's a small ship and an even smaller cargo bay, someone like Rodimus is bound to find it eventually.

Spacing it just seems... wrong.

[taselikeabee]

So... Hold a service then.

[knaval]

We... already did. I don't know.

[taselikeabee]

Do you really want to, er... Keep it?

[knaval]

No! God, no!

[riptide looks off screen at something. presumably The Thing.]

We can't keep this thing lying around! Everyone thinks we're bad enough as is!

[taselikeabee]

So then the next time we're on a planet, maybe take on a more human tradition?

[ bury it with a grave marker? ]

[knaval]

...Why human? I don't know, Bee. I don't even want to believe this is real.

[he's... not used to getting heads in the mail.]