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[marineris]

"This is Bobbie Draper. I'll get back to you."

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[donkeyballs]

[ Even with her holding his hands, they still tremble - it isn't something he has any control over, and he looks queasy. He stares at her hands instead of at her face.

He is perfectly warm, has a normal pulse. Hell, even has a healed arm.

But he shouldn't.

He should be dead. ]

I watched it, Gunny. I didn't take a single breath for seven hours. I was a husk. I felt it happenin', and I just--

[ He clenched his fists tight. ]

It ain't right.

[marineris]

[She can imagine him, in the room alone, watching the entire thing, and it makes her angry all over again. Angry that it happened at all, but more than that, angry that she wasn't there.]

It's this damn station.

[He's right. There's no way he should be alive, and she has no explanation for it. Her grip on his hands tightens, trying to quell the trembling.]

Like the walls sucking people in. Nothing about it is normal.

[donkeyballs]

Yeah.

Just now, I ain't normal, either.

[ The trembling is slowly receding, and he swallows, looking down at their hands. ]

Makin' it real hard to feel real at all. Like some - damn science fiction story--

[marineris]

That's how we felt about the protomolecule, isn't it?

[At least, that's how she felt.]

But you're real. You're okay. Something just... brought you back.

[donkeyballs]

Yeah. I just hope this ain't- this ain't some protoshit-- [ He cut off, letting out a hard breath. ]

Brought me back.

[ He looked like he was going to be sick again, but instead he just took his hands back from hers, folding them across his chest. ]

We just gotta find a way to get the hell outta here, and hope that leavin' doesn't undo whatever the hell it is that's keepin' me alive.

[marineris]

[Bobbie's been trying to stay relatively calm, but that possibility is too much for her, and she scrubs her hands over her face, trying to wrestle her emotions under control again.]

We don't know if anything is still keeping you alive. It could have been one and done.

[It's fine. It has to be fine.]

[donkeyballs]

[ Watching Bobbie scrub at her face is enough to drag him out of his own self pity, suddenly worried more about her than he is about himself. If he's a dead man walking, that's what he is. But he can't drag the crew down with him. So he sucks in a breath, straightens out. ]

Yeah. It ain't worth theorizin' over. Just - thought you should see it.

We'll just make sure no one gets caught alone, like that. We'll be alrigh'.

[marineris]

we didn't know for sure either way.

[tumang]

okay
so we didn't learn anything new

[marineris]

nothing about mei. chrisjen thinks errinwright wants to use the hybrids being made on io to wipe out mars. she was trying to get proof to admiral souther.

[tumang]

wait, chrisjen? do you mean avasarala? and errinwright? are we talking to the higher levels of earth politicians, now?

[marineris]

[It's getting hard to keep track of what she's told people and what she hasn't.]

i brought chrisjen onboard the roci with me. after i defected, she brought me with her as one of her aides to meet with mao. she said she didn't want anyone on earth to be able to use me as a pawn. shit hit the fan in that meeting pretty much instantly, and errinwright ordered mao to kill her. i got her off of mao's ship in the razorback, sent out a distress signal, and that's when your crew found us.

[tumang]

[ ....well, shit. ]

damn
we got avasarala on the ship? cap'n must be beside himself

[marineris]

that's a way to put it.
he didn't want either of us there.

@dreamer

[raverie]

Hello,

I'm a recent arrival, reading the network I came across your post about physical training? I'd like to enlist, if you're still inclined.

[tumang]

but you are
you staying with us, or we're dropping you off somewhere?

[marineris]

we're not crew, if that's what you're asking.

[Sorry, Alex.]

we were heading to io, and we didn't plan much beyond that.

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[oddbod]

I've been spending far too much time around idiotic men, and I need a break. Want to grab a drink?

[marineris]

i'm in.
who's driving you crazy?

[oddbod]

Meet me in the bar in fifteen and I’ll tell you the horrifying details.

[marineris]

i'll be there.

[And fifteen minutes later, Bobbie slides onto a stool beside Clara, looking back to normal.]

Hey.

[oddbod]

[Clara greets her with a wave and a smile.]

Hiya. I take it you’re feeling all better?

[marineris]

Yeah. Whatever it was, it just... Reversed.

[Which she has no explanation for.]

So what's going on?

[oddbod]

[Clara passes over a shot of whatever excuse for tequila this place has concocted, and leans on one arm.]

I slept with Amos.

[marineris]

[Bobbie's eyebrows go up as she takes the glass.]

Okay, so what's the problem? Did he suck?