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

[mindsext]

[ 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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text;

[suile_madrin]

if I wanted to read your stuff, I would've done. don't fuck with my phone.

text;

[mindsext]

good god, I hardly touched it.

text;

[suile_madrin]

so try not touching it at all. plenty of other tech for you to mess with.

text;

[mindsext]

[ augh, doesn't she just know it :c ]

you're hardly able to stop me.

text;

[suile_madrin]

no. but you touch my stuff and I'll touch yours. and I've got a dog.

text; god I was so close to making a bitch joke or an inappropriate touching joke

[mindsext]

you had better hope we don't run out of food, then.

text; would've been more what taylor's used to XD

[suile_madrin]

too busy fucking with people's phones to figure out basics like where the kitchen is. smart.

text;

[mindsext]

kitchen location is beside the point. it just means that should we run out of food we will have excellent facilities to cook a dog in.

text;

[suile_madrin]

just try it. we'll be eating you before anyone touches my dog