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So uh

I see everyone got this bullshit list of bullshit. Or at least numerous people.

So here's the deal. You got this shit here that don't mean shit, like "Geoscience"? Is that even relevant to us right now? "Comms Officer". Yeah that sure as hell doesn't mean shit to anyone here. Sounds like some military crap, first of all. Here we are, everyone using the comms and I can't see anyone figuring out how to stop someone yet. "Quarter Master"? Who the fuck even cares.

Now "Chief Food Supplier" is something we direly need but seeing as all we have are those crappy food dispensers, I'm not entirely sure what you would even do. I think that could be reworded to "Head chef" too, unless one of you fuckheads want to fly your happy ass down to that planet over there and try to catch some real meat.

Anyway, that's all just unnecessary garbage, but what I'm trying to get at is that we HARDLY have what could pass as a society here, and I don't know about you, but ain't none of you paying enough to get me or like anyone with a shred of self-respect to be a goddamn "Waste Disposal Chief". We don't even have an economy here.

So, how 'bout we just set this shit aside and don't even think about it, honestly? If you want a roster so bad, take one of those books and write everyone's names down.

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Deck 6, Room 6. Easy to remember, right?

Super easy. I'll come right on down if it's not an inconvenient time.

I ain't busy.

[OOC: lmk if this doesn't work and I can throw it in your inbox/switch to prose/whatever you like]

[Well, if that's not an invitation, then nothing was. In almost any other case he might not want to seem too eager, but like. Whatever. Stuck in an abandoned space terminal with no nicotine, he doesn't have the patience for the usual song and dance.

It only takes a moment to go from the fifth deck to the sixth, and no time to find 6.06, where Kira knocks on the door.]

[A bony little teenager answers the door, sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose so he can regard his handsome visitor properly with his baby blue eyes. Very nice, very nice.]

Come in. I don't bite.

[That's a lie. He does bite, just not at the moment. Kavinsky retreats into his messy room, kicking aside some discarded clothes on the floor to give his visitor a clear path. These - and the outfit Kavinsky's currently sporting - are far from the standard issue uniform.]

[Kira looks the guy up and down for a moment, actually taken aback for a moment. He wasn't wearing one of these ugly jumpsuits or anything(and that skinny teenage frame was all too familiar to him, somehow). Now, the devil didn't do being in debt, but he definitely took a mental note to keep an eye on this one if he was willing to share the secrets of how he got his hands on this stuff.]

Really? That's a shame.

[He doesn't look upset either way, just coming in and looking around. It looked like a real room, and honestly Kira is not even sure where to start. Like the cigarettes, clearly, but also???]

Shit, you've really got the hookup, here. What the hell?

[Kavinsky volunteers no explanation. He just cackles and grabs a carton of cigarettes off the desk, along with his lighter. Then he settles onto the edge of his bed and beckons Kira over.]

You ain't in a hurry to get someplace, right?

[He can't even argue it, honestly. They all have their secrets, and he certainly wasn't offering any of his, so why should he expect any from this guy. They don't even know each others' names yet.]

Nah. Where the fuck would I be headed?

[This is a familiar scene, too. Just coming over and hanging out with someone to smoke in their room. How wonderfully nostalgic.]

The name's Kira, by the way. What you want me to call you?

Kavinsky.

[He sticks a cigarette between his lips and passes another one along to Kira. Like a proper gentleman, he leans in to light Kira's cigarette first.]

Kavinsky. Nice to meet ya.

[Kira accepts the cigarette graciously, placing it between his lips and leaning in as he's offered the flame to light it. His first drag is long, just as soon as it's lit, Kira sucking in as much as he could manage. It felt like a breath of fresh air, ironically.]

Ah, fuck that's nice.

[Kavinsky, who's already had his fix, is free to take his time. He flops back against the wall, sprawling lazily as he takes his drag, then exhales in a slow stream.]

It feels kinda like prison, don't it. They take all our shit and dress us up in jumpsuits and shit. I was losing it the first couple days without my junk and my smokes.

[Kira just sits in it and enjoys the smoke, taking another hit before turning to look at Kavinsky.]

That was my first thought, honestly. Not like I wouldn't end up in fuckin' prison, but space prison is a little much. And the fact that there's a bar that's accessible kinda puts a damper on that theory.

[Kavinsky nods as he takes another drag, eyes narrowed in thought before they brighten again with a fresh idea.]

Maybe it's some experiment shit. Like when they give rats cheese and cocaine and take notes about how fucked up they get until they starve to death or chew their legs off or whatever. Maybe we're fucking rats.

Mh, yeah, that could be it.

[Kira has to think about it for a moment though. What kind of experiments? Guess it doesn't really matter, since they're the subjects.]

Man, I hope it's the cocaine experiment, but it's probably not, seeing as we're in space. Some crazy space kidnapping experiment.

I wouldn't be surprised if it's some social thing, with that roster being sent out. How quick people tried to fall right in line, like the good little cogs they are.

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