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[diamondhack]

[If in case you don't know Isha, she's pretty much a serial texter. Even if you're about two feet away from her, she's going to text. It's inevitable.

And probably for the best, considering her rising irritation about a very peculiar matter...]

Now, I would start this off by saying something about my vents, my territory, my rules, and so on, but that would be inaccurate. None of this is mine, but it should might as well be by proxy.

That being said.

Here's a rule I would like to impose. It's a very simple rule, really, almost a logical one that even I, a professional lawbreaker, would follow.

Don't put a gun in the vents. I don't care if you're hiding evidence or you're just that paranoid. In fact, I don't even care why you put it there. Keep it out of my vents.

[Just because she's not the biggest fan of this job doesn't mean she has to half-ass it.]

If this happens to be your gun, which I am holding right now, please get it before I decide it's better in more capable hands or in the great vacuum of space. I'm very inept with these things, so you might have to deal with the fact that this may go very wrong in my hands.

Thank you and good day, night, or whatever time it happens to be. You all owe me a coffee or ten for working your vents in this terrible lighting. Q says hello, for those of you who know him. He wanted to end this note nicely.

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[wallride]

I do try!

[he turns around on his skates, skidding on his heels and crouching down when he stops to hold a hand out for Q to sniff with his robot snooter.]

Who's a clever boy, huh? It's you! [he looks back up to isha.] Nice seat. You tryin' to get signal or something?

[diamondhack]

Not quite. I like sitting high up, and I can look through blueprints in peace.

[Q leans on his front legs, tail wagging. He totally agrees.]

Do you always skate about or is this you being in a hurry?

[wallride]

It's easier to move around the ship. This thing is huge!

[said by holding his hands apart then dropping to his knees in front of Q and using one hand to reach out. CAN HE PET THE THING...]

You tried any of the rafters? Or is that too high?

[diamondhack]

A few times, though Q has a little trouble getting up so high sometimes.

[Q bumps his head gently against Lucio's hand. Isha doesn't even need to answer, now does she?]

[wallride]

Aww, poor pupper. I'm sure he tries his best.

[he carefully delivers The Pets.]

We really gotta see about getting holotech in this place. It's like being in the stone age!

[diamondhack]

Tell me about it. [She sighs, rolls her eyes, the works.] It's almost close enough to what I know, but not quite, and then there's the whole "alien" bit. I'm not even sure if this ship is Earth based, I doubt it.

[wallride]

If it's pulling in people of all species, I wouldn't say Earth.

[not everything is from earth yknow]

At least we can even use this stuff. I guess.

[diamondhack]

That's something, at least. It must be difficult to streamline so much from all the universes.

[wallride]

I'm gonna be shocked if when we get to our destination the creators have 6 fingers and ten legs, honestly.

[is everything humanoid? lúcio thinks, existentially.]

[diamondhack]

The shock will wear off... eventually. There are a few non-humans around, I believe.

[She's seen a few, but surely there are more she hasn't seen.]

Start expecting the unexpected, love. You'll be more prepared.