IC inbox

[reek]

[ text | voice | video | action ]

Comments

text | c.fraser

[nineteenfortyfive]

Do you look at this thing?

[reek]

[ His response does indeed come late. Aki told him to keep his commlink on him to open doors, but that doesn't mean he has to use it for any other reason.

BUT SINCE YOU'RE ASKING, CLAIRE... ]

No.

[nineteenfortyfive]

You're funny, Theon.

[In a very bratty sort of way.]

[reek]

Did you want something, or did you just want to confirm I have this on me?

[ He hasn't forgotten Silco telling him that the commlinks are bugged. It leaves him paranoid--or more paranoid than usual. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

It's easier than coming to find you. Have you looked at the commissary?

[reek]

I see no reason to after witnessing the man on the network and his "wife".

[ Foam Wife strikes again. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

What, Theon, you don't want a foam companion?

[reek]

[ He doesn't even know what foam is... ]

I'm not quite that desperate.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I had a feeling you were better than Travis.

[reek]

That doesn't seem particularly difficult.

Again, what did you want?

[nineteenfortyfive]

I got something funny from the commissary. I thought you'd want to try it.

[reek]

Likely not.


...What is it?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Chewing gum. It gives you a very fun accent.

[reek]

[ Color him interested. ]

What sort of accent?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Does Irish mean anything to you?

[reek]

Nothing.

[ Though he'd likely have a comparison for the accent if he heard it. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Probably doesn't exist for you, then. It's a very intense accent. Comical, almost.

[reek]

I should like to hear it.

[ In the end, he really is still a typical nineteen year old. Even though he's twenty now. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Will you grace me with your presence in person, then?

[reek]

[ Ughhhh fine ]

Where and when?

[nineteenfortyfive]

I can meet you in the observatory, if you don't mind the place.

[It can be... overwhelming, the vastness of space.]

[reek]

[ It is overwhelming, and Theon isn't used to the concept of being so close to the stars, or staring into the black void of space. But he also doesn't like being perceived as weak, so... ]

That will do.

[nineteenfortyfive]

See you soon, Theon.

[True to her word, Claire is sitting in the observatory alone, with the pack of gum on her lap. The sandals? Hideous. The underwear? Maybe useful. This? Silly. And Theon could use some silly, she thinks.]

[reek]

[ Theon isn’t so certain he trusts Claire just yet. He doesn’t understand her motives, or what she gets out of being kind to him. Does she want to help him? If so, why? Harm him? That one seems more likely. He would ordinarily not be so easily reeled in, but when there’s the promise of chewing gum that gives you a ridiculous accent, even Theon can’t reject it. So he arrives, trademark smirk on his face, doing his best to not look out into the overwhelming vastness of space. ]

Now, how did you obtain something like this?

[nineteenfortyfive]

[She's glad he actually came. Claire gives him a smile, offering him the gum to look at.]

The commissary. It has more than foam wives. I decided to see what random item it would give me.