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☂ 06

[This is Jenna. This is Jenna wandering apparently aimlessly on the barge. And griping.]

So what's it this time? I mean, I figure every time things get bumpy, shit starts happening, but I haven't heard any singing yet, and everything still looks the same. Unless this admiral dick hits things in space - seriously, how does he do that? Space is big. Space is really big.

Do things ever just shake up and...nothing happens?

[Yes, Slade. She is actually wandering riiiight toward you.]

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[And he is walking down the hall, minding his own business when HELLO, lady, watch where you're going. :|]

[No. She will slam right into him if she damn well pleases. :|] Woah-- [Okay, well, maybe she just wants to stop short instead. :|]

[Yeah, that's right bitch, YOU BETTER STOP. :| And hey, he recognizes that voice.

Silly midget girl. He's just...going to stare at you a moment and walk right around. SO THERE.]

[He did not just not-call her a midget. :| She stares back (with maybe a hint of OH SHIT, TERMINATOR), but then he's walking away and you know what? She's gonna follow.]

Pretty rude, you know, almost bumping into people like that.

[It's more a statement of his size than her lack of it. And Jenna, following the scary mercenary/assassin is a good plan how?

He just raises an eyebrow.]

So is screaming someone's name and history over the journals.

[But is he complaining? No. ...well. Not really.]

Your point?

[She feels compelled. Don't mock her. Blame the barge. Better yet, blame the admiral.] Jeez, you're touchier than anyone lets on, you know that? I didn't know you were in the closet. So to speak.

[HER POINT. HER POINT IS. She doesn't have a point, she's just trying to fall into step next to him.]

[He just snorts. If this is her idea of 'touchy', he would hate to see what qualifies as 'pissy'.]

Then don't follow.

[Personal space bubble, lady. YOU ARE VIOLATING IT. :|]

[Hey, he's whining about her outing him on a space prison boat. That's touchy. And she's lengthening her stride to get a step ahead.]

Who said I was following you?

[LIES. DIRTY, DIRTY LIES. She's just walking here. :|]

[It's a fact. And he does not do "whiny".]

You changed directions.

[OUT. :|]

[HE DOES TOO. Okay he doesn't but she's pretending he does.]

What, a girl can't change her mind? Careful, or I might think you're sexist.

[NOPE. TOO ENTERTAINING.]

[Silly girl.]

Even if I were, following me around isn't going to change my mind.

[HE WILL PUNCH YOU.]

I'm not following you. [She was. Walking with him. That was all. Really. :| WHY MUST THERE BE VIOLENCE, SLADE.]

Right.

[He's just going to veer off down another corridor. AND HE IS A VIOLENT PERSON, SHE SHOULD KNOW THIS.]

Hmph. [And she keeps heading down hers. Until. Hey. Heyyy she doesn't feel so good. Oog. Jenna stops and leans against a wall. Okay, maybe she'll just. Turn around and go back to her crappy room. Which is back the way Slade came. And when she starts catching up, she starts feeling better.

[...what the hell. He has to pause too, his gut turning with unexpected nausea...until it subsides. He turns and sees her, remembering earlier posts to the journals as he puts two and two together.]

Fantastic, [he mutters.]

[Yeah, that has her stopping short, too, to stare at him. Fuck you, barge. Fuck you.]

You've gotta be kidding me.

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