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[work_wife]

Um...

[Here Robin is, flopped over onto a really nice and large bed. Her device looks down at her from above, clearly held selfie-style, and she looks so damn happy.]

So the ships were already gone when I got here originally, and I've got to ask, is this really plush bed what was meant by, like, fixing these things up? Look at it. You could have a whole PARTY on it.

[Okay, yeah, so it's only probably large enough for two, maybe three people if they're snuggled close, but she's only ever had a single so LET HER HAVE THIS.]

I mean, not that the beds in the hotel were bad, but these are SO nice. And there was a whole beach back there! I've never even heard of super rich people having a yacht or something with a pool on it. Is that a thing? I bet that's a thing. If this is the 'better' ship, what were they like before?

Also, like, does this mean we really do get to go to space? Do we get to meet aliens? The aliens that brought us here? Though I guess anyone not from Earth is an alien to me, but like, OTHER aliens. Maybe non-humanoid ones? Or alien robots. That would be so cool! Big robot aliens who decide to set us up as their fleshy overlords. Wait, no, not that. That's way too dictatorish. Nevermind.

Anyway, is this cool or is it awesome? Anyone been to space before? Do you think there's somewhere on the ship where we could see the stars while we're up there? I wanted to see if you can from the bridge but apparently judgy aliens we're helping decided it's not okay for someone without special brain-jack knowledge to go on the ship. How militant.

Finally, can we get some jiffypop or something around here? Not that I'm really grossed out by that paste dispenser thing but I tried it and WOW it was just like school lunches. That red juice was REALLY good though.

[Okay, maybe she's a weeeeee bit drunk.]

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[work_wife]

Excuse me? I don't know who you are 'Sameen', but you've got bad taste.

[Yay for the fact that the network comes encoded with their personal names. Because now Robin can be high and mighty with the name. Ha. Victory.]

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[cactusy]

It tastes like baby's first college party punch mix.

[work_wife]

It's better than that orange-not-soda. And ugh that tea TOO sweet. So the red juice is very good.

[cactusy]

The tea sucks, the soda sucks. Noted. Tell me they don't put sugar in the water.

[work_wife]

Nah, it's just water. Why would you sugar the water?

[cactusy]

Why would you forcibly recruit a random mishmash of people into space and then feed them crappy alcohol?

[work_wife]

There's no alcohol in the bar though. Not that there's much back in the city. I needed it for fire bombs.

[cactusy]

Wait. Hold up. Actual firebombs, or the cocktail?

[work_wife]

Molotov cocktails. I don't know how else I was supposed to deal with a Mindflayer. Or four.

[cactusy]

No idea what that is. Is it something we have to deal with here a lot?

[Shaw loves a good bout of danger as much as anybody (more than anybody; she's an adrenaline junkie extraordinaire), but she has had quite enough of mind-flaying, thank you very much.]

[work_wife]

Nope. It's just a monster from back home. At least, I hope we don't have to deal with it again. Your arrived in time to miss it.

[cactusy]

I literally have no clue what you're talking about. If it was from home, how was it here?

[work_wife]

That's a question I want answered. There were portals though. So that explains some of it.

[cactusy]

Portals like, what, wormholes? Are those a real thing?

[work_wife]

Tears between different dimensions of reality. Yeah. They exist. As anyone here. Well, most people here. It happened about mid-fall.

[cactusy]

How did you guys fix it?

[work_wife]

Killed giant evil psychic spider monsters with fire.

[cactusy]

Got to admit that sounds pretty badass.

But I meant how did you close up the portals.

[work_wife]

It sort of was.

And I already explained. Killed giant evil psychic spiders with fire. It closed the gates.

[cactusy]

Just like that? That's weird. Lucky, though. Think it'll happen again?

[work_wife]

I sure as hell hope not. But if you graphed how often it happened in my friend Steve's life, you're looking at an eight to ten month turn over before it comes for us again.