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]

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.

[cactusy]

Is this seriously all still about me asking him how you were doing?

[handleyourshit]

If it's really that difficult to understand, just take some comfort knowing you don't have to.

Just know that it's fucking important to me, and go from there, whether you're trying to continue to piss me off or not.