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It's below decks with me.
Just like last time.
Want some?
Just like last time.
Want some?
Then he's gotta figure it out himself.
How do you like it?
How do you like it?
It's only the second fucking time.
That ain't what I asked.
That ain't what I asked.
Do what you gotta. He's not too hard to tune out when I gotta work.
How do you like it. Not what's fine. Some professor you are.
How do you like it. Not what's fine. Some professor you are.
Edited 2019-11-17 18:12 (UTC)
Not a pedant. It's a bad sign when people can't tell the difference.
I got that.
I got that.
Cry me a river. We only got five people on this thing.
Hope you don't mind relaxing to the sound of power tools.
Hope you don't mind relaxing to the sound of power tools.
Amos' jumpsuit is tied at his waist the way it always is when he's working with shit that gets everything hot. He's got goggles on so he doesn't get blinded, and a fair amount of coffee tied to a railing. The bag of dark, warm liquid floats slightly in low G.
He doesn't notice when Gideon arrives. He doesn't have to be on his guard all the time. It's a nice thing about the Roci. He knows the people on have no reason to bash his head in.
Until they do. But that day isn't today. He stops the light show to grab some spare parts (also floating in a bag within reach), and that's where he spots Gideon. Amos rolls his shoulder with a slight grimace, and waves with the other hand. There's a few tablets of whitener in another bag, and he snatches one, before pushing it in Gideon's direction.
"Maybe if you're really feeling it, you'll take two." As ribbing goes, it's pretty light.
He doesn't notice when Gideon arrives. He doesn't have to be on his guard all the time. It's a nice thing about the Roci. He knows the people on have no reason to bash his head in.
Until they do. But that day isn't today. He stops the light show to grab some spare parts (also floating in a bag within reach), and that's where he spots Gideon. Amos rolls his shoulder with a slight grimace, and waves with the other hand. There's a few tablets of whitener in another bag, and he snatches one, before pushing it in Gideon's direction.
"Maybe if you're really feeling it, you'll take two." As ribbing goes, it's pretty light.
It's made out of these mushrooms Prax worked on in undergrad.
[Which is to say, they got some. Which is to say, that, and nothing more.]
Put it in espresso with powered egg and it'll kill whatever ails ya.
[Which is to say, they got some. Which is to say, that, and nothing more.]
Put it in espresso with powered egg and it'll kill whatever ails ya.
If I killed you, Naomi would deck me.
[So, clearly, he can't.]
[So, clearly, he can't.]
I'd never kill you on accident.
[It's just a statement of fact.]
[He turns off his hand terminal (finally), and lopes on over to the kitchen, where he starts making the thing without a word. The hot sauce, he brings with him. He keeps that shit for himself.]
[It's just a statement of fact.]
[He turns off his hand terminal (finally), and lopes on over to the kitchen, where he starts making the thing without a word. The hot sauce, he brings with him. He keeps that shit for himself.]
[A shrug.]
Different sauce when I was a kid. [On Earth.]
Different sauce when I was a kid. [On Earth.]
[They had access to pickle juice? Must be nice, navyboy.]
[...Is something Amos would think, if spite were something worth the expenditure of energy.]
Never tried it. [Amos sets down the murky concoction in a bulb before Holden.] Do it all in one go.
[...Is something Amos would think, if spite were something worth the expenditure of energy.]
Never tried it. [Amos sets down the murky concoction in a bulb before Holden.] Do it all in one go.
[ ah, the perks of serving in a colonialist navy.
anyway, he looks at the bulb, and then looks up at amos, and then looks back at it. and...peers inside at the terrifyingly orange liquid. his eyebrows are definitely in danger of vanishing into his hairline.
he then looks, mournfully, at the perfectly good coffee he hasn't yet finished. and, just as mournfully, sets it aside.
and picks up the bulb. and makes as if to gulp it all down.
of course he chokes and goes down pretty quickly, because jesus fuck that is disgusting. ]
Holy shit.
anyway, he looks at the bulb, and then looks up at amos, and then looks back at it. and...peers inside at the terrifyingly orange liquid. his eyebrows are definitely in danger of vanishing into his hairline.
he then looks, mournfully, at the perfectly good coffee he hasn't yet finished. and, just as mournfully, sets it aside.
and picks up the bulb. and makes as if to gulp it all down.
of course he chokes and goes down pretty quickly, because jesus fuck that is disgusting. ]
Holy shit.
[Amos pulls out his hand terminal and speaks into it with a grin.] You owe me again, Martian.
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