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[morethan084]

[About three hours ago Daisy had received a message on her communicator and when she opened it she saw a video message from someone she never expected to see.

Lincoln Campbell, her dead boyfriend, in the Quinjet he had died in. There's an angry set to his mouth.

"I didn't want your destiny. You know that? You should've saved me. You should've found a way."

After that, the message cuts off.

Daisy had sat with that guilt for two years now, and it was still hard for her to get past it. So, unsurprisingly, this shakes her to the core. So much so that she goes to the bar just long enough to grab a bottle of whatever was closest before she's back in her room.

She's well through half the bottle when she sets her communicator to voice and speaks to anyone who might be listening.]

Has anyone received a message from someone back home? Someone that's not on the ship.

[Someone who's dead. She leaves out that part because she can't bring herself to say it out loud. Anyone that has heard her may notice how drunk she sounds. She at least had enough sense not to turn on the video option. Her eyes are red and swollen from how much she's been crying and even now she's struggling not to.]

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[oddbod]

[Okay, maybe not the best line of conversation. Clara looks down, her vision feeling a bit... slow.]

It's fine. His name's Percy. [That's absolutely not what she asked.] And I don't know, but I'm gonna find out. I'm still working on it. I'll get us out of here, Daisy.

[morethan084]

[She would've commented on the cats name if she wasn't still so pissed off.]

How? We don't even have access to the rooms we need the most. Where, I assume, is all of the controls for this ship.

[oddbod]

We'll get access, then. We're going to find a way.

[She sets down the bottle and lays a hand on Daisy's arm.]

I don't make a habit of losing.

[morethan084]

[Daisy looks from the hand on her up and then up at Clara. Those last few swigs finally hitting her.]

Well there's just some things...

[Where was she going with that? Wait. What did she just say?]

You lose.

[Yep. Cause that makes sense.]

[oddbod]

[Clara removes the hand, a smidgen of self-consciousness sneaking through the booze.]

Yeah. Yeah, you do, sometimes.

[morethan084]

[Daisy probably should've stopped halfway through the first bottle, but there's no stopping her at this point as she reaches for the bottle again.]

I'm so tired of losing.

[oddbod]

[Clara looks over at her, eyes mournful, locked onto some middle distance.]

Me too. [God, it makes her chest hurt to think about.] I feel like I've lost everything I've ever had.

[morethan084]

[Apparently it was her goal, along with Clara, to finish this bottle as well. After drinking probably too much from it, Daisy hands it back to her.]

We all have. Because of this stupid place.

[oddbod]

[Clara definitely has the same idea, matching Daisy's pace once the vodka's back in her hand. She takes a swig, and then shrugs.]

It was gone before I got here. I don't have anything to go back to, really.

[morethan084]

[Brows knitting together, Daisy looks up at her again.]

What do you mean? What happened?

[oddbod]

[She swishes the bottle around, watching the liquid move in the dim, fluorescent lighting.]

I'm a little bit dead. It's complicated.

[morethan084]

You're either dead or you're not. How is that complicated?

[This is probably the worst time to be telling her something like this.]

[oddbod]

[Sober Clara would probably know that. Tipsy Clara is teetering on the wrong side of the fence over it.]

Here. Feel. [She leans closer, and taps right below her jaw, where her pulse should be fluttering.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy is pretty far gone, but she has enough sense to know that she should be feeling a pulse when she presses her finger against the pulse point.]

What the hell?

[That's all she can manage to say at this point.]

[oddbod]

I know. I get that quite a lot. This is why it's my responsibility, though. To get everyone out of here. I'm the one without a life to lose.

[morethan084]

But you’re not dead.

[Even though she feels absolutely no pulse. Hand dropping between them for now, Daisy half ass attempts to push herself more upright.]

You definietly don’t look dead.

[oddbod]

I'll tell you when you're sober. It's worse than the crab thing.

[morethan084]

It sounds like it.

[And Daisy still isn't sure if what she's saying is actually true. If only for the fact that her mind is very foggy right now.]

How do you eat? I've seen you eat. Or is that just show?

[oddbod]

I can eat, I just don’t have to. [She features to her stomach, vague and clumsy.] Still not sure how it works, though, so don’t ask.

[morethan084]

You shouldn’t be here. If you’re dead in the real world, you shouldn’t be here.

[Trip and Ward had been in the framework, but those were just hallucinations. Just like Mack had his daughter with him.]

[oddbod]

By all means, then, show me the door. I'd love to not be here.

[morethan084]

[It takes her longer than it should have to realize that Clara was offended by what she just said.]

I just don't understand how it works. Unless someone else is here from your home world?

[That's probably not helpful, is it?]

[oddbod]

[She shakes her head, perplexed.]

No, no one. Why would that matter?

[morethan084]

[Daisy was pretty far gone, but she knew better than to upset her even more.]

I don't know.

[Which isn't really a lie. There's still a lot she doesn't understand about the Framework.]

I'm too drunk to figure this out right now.

[oddbod]

Well.

[Clara takes one more swig from the bottle, and then leans over the edge of the bed to deposit it on the floor.]

Maybe we don't want to push it.