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[beholding_archivist]

[ And this is Jon appearing on your network feed, actually outside of his library and in all likelihood enjoying a nice evening at the open air. ]

Good evening, Temba.

I... I mean. We don't need more apologies, and yet I feel like I owe quite a few. Things happened. I hurt people both physically and verbally and I'm sorry, but...

...it happened.

[ He falls silent, eyes dropping for a moment. Then he clears his throat and looks back up and over his screen. ]

The beach here is gorgeous. Have been here a few times now and- I think it would be nice to- To come together. Here. Have a nice day and enjoy- uh, well. The beach. The water. Find some time to just... Talk. Maybe... Have fun...

I... I will organize something.

[ Is he awkwardly announcing a beach party? Oh, you bet he is. ]

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[beholding_archivist]

...Space pirates?

You mean- Real ones?

[ Look. He has... Questions? ]

I- You were rescued, I assume?

[puddledancer]

Yeah, absolutely real ones, the most famous ones in the galaxy: Ravagers.

[he beams proudly]

Nope, I inherited the ship.

[beholding_archivist]

Right.

[ Pause. ]

Can't say I heard of them.

[ To no one's surprise. ]

So they kidnapped you and you became one of them.

cw: cancer mention

[puddledancer]

Yeah, sure did. Yondu was a better dad than my real one turned out to be, anyway. Taught me a lot of good stuff, even though I didn't always think it was good at the time.

[something in his face tightens, the look of someone still grieving but trying to conceal it to spare themselves The I'm So Sorry Conversation. he'd had it far too many times when he was younger, when his mother had been suffering through her cancer. he didn't want to ever have to have that conversation again.]

[beholding_archivist]

... I see.

[ This is all vague enough to be telling in its own way. ]

At least you seem to be doing alright now.

[puddledancer]

[he's pretty good at being an open book even though he thinks he's really got it all on lockdown.]

Me? Aw, yeah, I have this great crew, and we run around stopping assholes from messing with people, hunting treasure, bringing in fugitives, all kinds of fun stuff. Not really sure what I'm supposed to do here, unless you guys need a pilot. Or an experienced ruin-hunter.

[beholding_archivist]

Obviously there are more than enough ruins around us. Though I believe at least at the moment all our ships have an active pilot. Which can change from one day to the next.

[ It's not a bad thing to have a spare pilot. ]

[puddledancer]

Are they the treasure-y kinda ruins? Those are the ones I'm real good at.

[beholding_archivist]

That's all yours to find out.

[ Though Jon doubts there to be any treasure, he's not someone to derive a man of his fun. ]

care to wrap it? <3

[puddledancer]

Hey cool, thanks, man.

I'll see you at the beach, yeah?

Sounds good to me~

[beholding_archivist]

Of course. Remember to ask the Agrii for some swimwear.