IC contact for lastvoyages

[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[littletonoidea]

[He lets that sit for a moment, because it's way funnier listening to Shaw's confusion.]

...you know he's from Earth, right?

[cactusy]

Oh my god, is that all; I thought you were going to give me crap for not letting him erase my bullet wound with his stupid healing thing.

Yeah, he told me he's from Earth. It's weird.

[littletonoidea]

Oh I can definitely give you crap for that now I know it's an option. But no, mostly I'm here because-- really? The guy spouts more pop culture garbage than I do.

[cactusy]

He's a necromancer with magic healing powers and autonomous skeleton friends.

[conning]

[Called out from the background of Eiffel's side of things, where Neal is in his kitchen experimenting with food for Parties.]

None of that is really associated with Earth-centric pop culture knowledge. Just saying.

[littletonoidea]

He also - [Slightly muffled, because he's yelling backwards at Neal at the same time.] - talks like he's my clone. And as someone who has a clone that stole my talking style, that SAYS something.

[cactusy]

Necromancer with healing powers and skeletons.

Are you guys hanging out without me?

[Rude.]

[littletonoidea]

The doctor who gave me space cooties made not one, but TWO psychic plant monsters.

[Normal is relative!!]

It's supposed to be a surprise for your wedding, ya dink.

[cactusy]

The psychic plant monsters are weird, too.

[But fiiiiiiine, she won't come track you guys down. This time.]

[conning]

Undermining your own implied argument a bit there, Sameen.

[Can you HEAR The Tilde at the end of your name Shaw.]

[cactusy]

[This is the sound of a groan being muffled into a couch cushion.]

I hate it.

[littletonoidea]

Look, everyone's a goddamn freak and a weirdo, none of us belong here, but at least you can respect his nerdy hustle.

[cactusy]

Hey, it's not like I think he's lying.

adding a 2/2 in the harsh light of day, but icly sent several hours after all the other stuff; TEXT

[cactusy]

I know you're right, by the way. I'm not so good at being adaptable these days.

[conning]

Sam, I think anyone who has made it this long on the Barge with their relative sanity intact is damn excellent at adapting.

[cactusy]

My relative sanity is intact? That's news.

[HAHAHA, IT'S A JOKE BUT ALSO IT'S REALLY NOT]

[conning]

There's a reason I said 'relative' sanity.

[HAHA SUCH A FUNNY PAIR OF JOKESTERS.]

[littletonoidea]

cos her relatives are an alien conspiracist who lives in deep space and a con artist with more secret identities than hot dinners?

[cactusy]

You want to guess how many secret identities I've had, champ?

Also, "relatives"?

[conning]

Relatives. Did we not tell you? The familial adoption is being formalized.

[cactusy]

That makes absolutely no sense.

[littletonoidea]

sorry baby girl, we don't make the rules. jury voted all in favour of you being the baby in this brand new family

[cactusy]

Okay, I might not be older than you but I'm definitely older than Caffrey.

[Right????]

[conning]

I am pretty sure I've just been insulted.

[cactusy]

You're what, 31?

[Not-so-coincidentally one year younger than her, but hey shut up about that.]