[ TEXT ] in which cambridge makes a polite enquiry about her location

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[ Hello, fellow crewmembers. If your device wasn’t on before IT CERTAINLY IS NOW! Cambridge - still nursing the mental wound of her power being so rudely culled and currently feeling obnoxiously disorientated - technopathically shoves a text transmission your way: ]

if somebody doesn't tell me exactly where the fuck I am then I am airlocking the

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[iamwinchester]

How the fuck did you do that? [Mostly, Dean wants to know what kind of a person can broadcast crap like that without being in charge.]

And who the hell are you?

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[ well this person is clearly not in charge. Superscathing bitch mode go. ]

Magic, darling. [ an unimpressed drawl. ] I'm the lady looking for whoever brought us here without so much as a by-your-leave. I don't suppose you know?

[ because no. She doesn't suppose you do. ]

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[iamwinchester]

Don't get your panties in a twist, sweetheart. If I wanted to hear that you're Hermione I would've asked what you're doin' so far from Hogwarts. [Yeah, this is really helping. Dean just can't help himself.]

If I knew I'd be dealin' with it and outta here already.

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[ ohh backchat. And American flavoured, too! ]

Oh, heavens. Aren't you sassy.

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[iamwinchester]

Like you wouldn't believe.

You know anythin' that's helpful or are we gonna flirt all day?

[Because, honestly? The last chick Dean had to deal with who had an accent like that? Didn't turn out so well for him.]

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[ HAH FLIRTING no actually this is pretty much a good deal like Cambridge's flirting. ]

I know plenty of things, thank you, and I should imagine it's plenty more than what you know.

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[iamwinchester]

Oh yeah?

[This is too easy. Those warning bells? Muted. Dean's going to enjoy this too much to stop now. Not when he's realized this one's feisty as anything.]

Like what?

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I know how to open the airlocks, for one. [ Which isn't a lie. She does know how to theoretically open the airlock, but with her powers in such a state of disarray it's not likely she'll ever be able to actually do it... ]

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[iamwinchester]

Why the hell would I want you to-- [Plans kick in before he gets the chance to ask her why she's hot for getting sucked out into space. If she can open doors that are otherwise locked, she might be telling the truth.]

Any airlock?

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I dare say so. [ there's so much pride in her words - she does love her power dearly - that she almost forgets that actually, no, she probably can't undo any airlock. Not in her weakened state. ]

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[iamwinchester]

You feel like headin' out to explore? [Somehow, he doesn't think the beef jerky's going to cut it with this one. He just doesn't know what else he can offer in payment that would be of interest. Aside from himself, of course.]

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[ offering her beef jerky would be a serious mistake, Dean :| ]

Perhaps. Once I'm quite finished with - what was it you said? - getting my panties in a twist.

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[iamwinchester]

I can fix those panties for you, sweetheart, if you're gettin' distracted by them. [Yeah, he went there. Shamelessly. Dean Winchester has no shame.]

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[ she laughs, brightly but sharply. ]

What a terribly charming offer, mister...?

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[iamwinchester]

[There's just too much habit involved for Dean to offer up his real name, too much that still doesn't fit for him to go throwing it into the mix.]

Page. Jimmy Page. Any time...?

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Imogen, Imogen Moore. [ a pause, as Cambridge considers her options. ] When exactly were you thinking of setting out on your little exploration, Mister Page?