catch-all: nero.

[messy]

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week one, monday.

[messy]

[we are in (throws dart) the food court, where harley is open mouthed staring at all the fast food...

and then she implodes. just a little bit.]

—We had a food court this whole time?!

[perfectdistance]

Why were they serving us the blandest food I've ever eaten?

[messy]

Because this stupid ship hates us? They have robots! They could've done food deliveries this whole time.

[perfectdistance]

I heard that the ship had a lot of sealed off portions.

[messy]

I heard that, too. Something about repairs and stuff not being ready for us yet, which is also stupid.

[perfectdistance]

There's hydro...ponics somewhere too.

[ He thinks this is gardening, maybe. ]

W2: Monday

[perfectdistance]

[ Nero's at the cute cafe with all its bunny and moon themes and looking...

Uneasy. ]

Ever seen a cafe like this?

[messy]

Not exactly like this. But it totally reminds me of the cafes in Bristol. You know, the ones with the overpriced macarons and the bitchy cashier who keeps getting my order wrong.

[watching one of the bnuuy servers zoom by, cooing...]

[perfectdistance]

No? I've never been to... Bristol?

[What is this imaginary place you're talking about.]

[messy]

It's in New Jersey. I'd tell you to stop by if you're ever in the area, but most people there are rich assholes.

[messy]

[she nods, unaware that nero has no idea what a hydroponic is.]

Amalthea says they're not ready yet. Which is bullshit, because where the hell is our food coming from in that case?

[perfectdistance]

That's where they end up, huh?

[What is New Jersey...]

[perfectdistance]

Talked to Io about it. I guess they're shipments? Or the ship wasn't as locked down before?

[messy]

Yep. So, what about you?

[perfectdistance]

Have I seen a cafe like this?

... I saw a bird themed one before.

[messy]

Oooh... Was it just as cute?

[perfectdistance]

[The... bird cafe... cute...]

Uhhh... if it's your kinda thing, I guess it could be...

[The way the "baby birds" get blindfolded. The way the parent birds order for them and then eat the food for them- it's.

It's a lot.]

week three, monday.

[messy]

[imagine being strong enough to write real starters on memshare week.

wherever they were before, they are now abruptly getting sucked into a rift where both of them will witness this memory.]

[perfectdistance]

[ There is. So much to take in. A lot to think about.

Nero looks so distinctly uncomfortable after it ends. ]

Sorry.

[ That somebody else saw a moment like that. It's the type of thing he'd much rather keep to himself if he ever had a choice. It feels like a vulnerability most people wouldn't want to show. ]

[messy]

[she pauses, squinting.]

What do you mean, "thing?" What's the thing?

[perfectdistance]

If you're really into getting blindfolded and being treated as a baby bird.

I guess.

[ It's not his thing. ]

[messy]

[she seems more disgruntled than anything in any case, glaring a the void before she clicks her tongue. tch.]

Ugh, it's whatever. This ain't the first time I've taken a walk through all my embarrassing memories with someone. Though it usually involves more butt clenching and dealin' with misogynist assholes who have a podcast...

[messy]

[SHE MAKES SUCH A FACE.]

Oh, what the fuck. You didn't say it was a kink thing!

[perfectdistance]

[ And why was there a guy dressed up as a bat? ]

What's a podcast?

[perfectdistance]

I don't think it's even a kink for them, the West is just like that.