okay cool! i think him and gil are going on a mission soon so that might make it even easier to plan because they won't be here to hear about it for a bit
we can meet up! it's not that i mind, i just hmm it's something to think about but not something to toss to oz when you get people being defensive they stop hearing and stop listening oz gets defensive with jack
( bundled up against the chill (it wasn't cold, precisely, but Collette felt cooler than usual), the teen finds herself by the monitors showing stars and a few shots of the Earth, looking away from them and out the lonely window. She wonders how reinforced it is, to exist here, but it's nice.
Probably the least claustrophobic part of this base.
Her fingers fidget with the blanket over her legs and in her lap, plucking at it, letting it fall back down, then smoothing it out. She's stuck with what Break had said a while ago, not saying anything for or against Jack. It just came up as something she typed without thinking: Don't Involve Jack. She could still explain it as tension between Xerxes and Jack, but that wouldn't precisely be fair.
She just wonders what to trust Ahiru with without overburdening her with the kinds of secrets Collette has learned to bear. )
It's sort of weird. I mean, you look out the window and it seems all neverending and infinite, but we're still in a pretty small space in here. I mean, not that I can really complain.
[She doesn't like it, of course. Coming from Exsilium, a place where she could finally roam around as she wished (not that she left the borders often, of course, but the choice meant worlds to her) to here was almost akin to torture. She feels boxed in again after learning at last how wonderful it was to experience the opposite.
Still, considering what happened to the Exiles who were left there on Earth, it feels awfully selfish and ungrateful to feel this way.]
( It's just another cage. Collette rubs against it with the memory of the Holding Compound; but here, there's no one to prick her with needles, to argue over her faults, to observe a blooming bruise on her leg and consider it a job well done.
She smiles. Then she lets the expression fade. )
Jack tried killing one of the kids in the hospital, back during the last round of bombings we had in June. When everyone was sick, and we were helping the Exiles evacuate underground.
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let me think i can come up with more tomorrow!
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ohhhh this is so exciting
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i think this is as good as done!
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we def need to invite lenalee and maybe allen but not tyki and maybe lavi not not also jack
JACK IS NOT ALLOWED
please
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oh wait
which jack are we talking about
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i like jack who is friends with rin he's cool
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what's wrong with jack from oz's world?
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doubly so since oz won't be
you know how i mentioned stubborn before? be careful, thats all
he gives me an uncomfortable feeling
but he seems nice so that
well
be careful!
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why does he give you a bad feeling if he seems nice
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oz says he's a hero
so oz doesn't want anything but that to be true
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hmm
it's something to think about but not something to toss to oz
when you get people being defensive they stop hearing and stop listening
oz gets defensive with jack
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Probably the least claustrophobic part of this base.
Her fingers fidget with the blanket over her legs and in her lap, plucking at it, letting it fall back down, then smoothing it out. She's stuck with what Break had said a while ago, not saying anything for or against Jack. It just came up as something she typed without thinking: Don't Involve Jack. She could still explain it as tension between Xerxes and Jack, but that wouldn't precisely be fair.
She just wonders what to trust Ahiru with without overburdening her with the kinds of secrets Collette has learned to bear. )
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Are you feeling cold?
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( She admits with a small, wry grin. )
I don't know if I actually am, or looking out into space is making me feel that way. It's cool, but maybe a bit too literally!
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It's sort of weird. I mean, you look out the window and it seems all neverending and infinite, but we're still in a pretty small space in here. I mean, not that I can really complain.
[She doesn't like it, of course. Coming from Exsilium, a place where she could finally roam around as she wished (not that she left the borders often, of course, but the choice meant worlds to her) to here was almost akin to torture. She feels boxed in again after learning at last how wonderful it was to experience the opposite.
Still, considering what happened to the Exiles who were left there on Earth, it feels awfully selfish and ungrateful to feel this way.]
Anyways, we were going to talk about Jack, right?
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She smiles. Then she lets the expression fade. )
Jack tried killing one of the kids in the hospital, back during the last round of bombings we had in June. When everyone was sick, and we were helping the Exiles evacuate underground.
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