Reverie: IC Inbox

[donkeyballs]

 

IC INBOX
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Alright, go ahead and leave me a message, an' I'll get back to you soon as I can.

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[donkeyballs]

Yeah. Ain't gonna lie, I'm pretty damn glad I didn't have to make that decision.

[ At the question, he looks genuinely surprised. ]

Me? Captain? Good gracious no, partner, I'm the pilot. I fly, and I shoot, and the last thing in the world I wanna be doin' is callin' the shots.

[ Not that he wouldn't argue a bad order, though. He has, and he will, fight Holden on a lot of things, if he thinks he's making a bad call. But he's only overtly refused an order once. ]

Holden's our Cap. James Holden. But he ain't - he ain't woke up yet. Haven't been able to find 'im.

[solarcharged]

He might turn up yet. We seem to be getting all sorts of people on here...

[ He reaches out for the bottle, pouring them both another healthy dose of space alcohol. Joking and drinking is far better than talking about hideous experiments and space molecules. ]

Who knows who else is on the invite list?