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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[handleyourshit]

Yeah, that's what I keep hearing.

[cactusy]

Oh, yeah? They're still talking about my prowess out there, huh?

[Look, she knows what Rosita had meant, but she couldn't miss that opening.]

Glad to hear the rumors aren't all speakeasies and cabin raids.

[handleyourshit]

All people have to do around here is talk.

[Take that as you will, the eyebrow raise of her tone says.]

[cactusy]

[Shaw snorts lightly, faintly amused.]

That part never changes.

[No matter how much stuff the Barge has, there's a certain kind of person that will never be take well to being penned up in an enclosed space. Shaw is absolutely on of those people.]

[handleyourshit]

[The walls make Rosita's skin crawl, and the number of people in close proximity here that she can't get away from makes her want to tear it off sometimes.]

Anyway.

I'm serious. No matter how pissed I am about being asked or told something, it's only going to ever be worse hearing about it from someone else first.

[cactusy]

You got a real gossip problem going on at home or what?

[handleyourshit]

[no she has trust issues and a problem with getting nasty surprises on the regular]

It doesn't matter what I had going on at home. I'm here now.

[cactusy]

Okay, I'm gonna take that as a yes.

Look, I'm not gonna promise never to ask Rovia what your status is if it's relevant. But I can always ask you too, sure.

[handleyourshit]

I just told you I don't want him dragged into my shit by default.

And you can take it however you want but that doesn't make it true.

[cactusy]

Sure, I can promise I won't do it by default. Just giving you a head's up that "not by default" doesn't mean "never".

For what it's worth, though. You clearly matter a hell of a lot to him. There's no way he sees being "dragged in" as any kind of hardship.

[handleyourshit]

On a ship that claims the moral authority?

He has more important things to do than get weighed down by me. An entire world to cure, for one.

[cactusy]

Look, me, I'm not so good at having friends. I'm better at tackling the bigger picture than I am individuals. And even I know that's crap.

[handleyourshit]

Oh good.

Glad you know what I'm talking about better than I do.

[cactusy]

Guess I do, yeah. Because sure, we think stuff like "They shouldn't have to deal with my shit, they deserve better, blah blah blah". But people like Rovia? Don't think that about other people.

[handleyourshit]

Check and mate.

He's from years in my future. He has some version of me that didn't fucking bite it in a fire fight.

[cactusy]

So you think he sees you as, what, the Wal-Mart knock-off Rosita Espinosa?

[handleyourshit]

[Yeah pretty much.]

He's a survivor. He'll make the right call when he has to.

[cactusy]

The hell would the right call even be in this case.

[handleyourshit]

Cure the planet.

There's no contest.

[cactusy]

And why would caring about you and worrying about you get in the way of that?

[handleyourshit]

Because if he has to choose one or the other, we both know what his priority needs to be.

[cactusy]

So, what, you're worried he's gonna just run around fixing your messes and ignore his deal?

[handleyourshit]

I think my messes are unnecessary obstacles in the way of getting his deal.

[cactusy]

Still sounds like bull to me.

Maybe try giving him and yourself more credit.

[handleyourshit]

I am.

I'm a big girl, I can handle my own messes.