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[majorum_pride]

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That madman needs to learn to steer properly. This ship errors more than a slipstream drive and that's saying something. No wonder Harper had the good sense to leave.

I'll be glad to be back on a space-worthy vessel when I graduate and can do the same. [Scoff.]

[Escape Scheme Filter]I'm going to be coming by your rooms and checking

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[Spam of Facial Hair]

[majorum_pride]

[He knocks on Braxiatel's door when he's passing it. That Cooper's altered means plans won't work right now, but he still wants to make sure Braxiatel is alright. He knows the Doctor won't be.]

[Spam of Facial Hair]

[majorum_pride]

[He stares back at Brax, encountering an all stop of his own.] Your mustache is gone...

[Sort of mumbled, before glancing around happens and he gestures for Brax to back into the room before he's seen indecent.]

[Spam of Facial Hair]

[majorum_pride]

You've never had a problem with my facial hair before. [He smooths his hand over it, even though he knows that this isn't the same Braxiatel. He quickly has a seat, folding his hands together in his lap.]

I grew it here. For some reason they were more inclined to suspect that I was being "corrupted" [He briefly makes the quotes] if my face was. What's different for you?

[Spam of Facial Hair]

[majorum_pride]

[Like regular Rhade, he wiggles his fingers at her briefly. But then leans his head back lazily]

Welcome to the Barge. You're here to be corrupted. When you graduate, you'll be allowed to leave. Blah blah. [Sigh.] What I would tell a new arrival I like, is complain loudly about the conditions and argue with your peers. Hold meetings in secret, delete your conversations, conveniently break your journal once in a while in a "fight".

Your warden is an overlord and one version of your brother is a flaccid coward [SO MUCH IRRITATION] and the other is... just avoid him.

[Spam of Facial Hair]

[majorum_pride]

[He hesitates at that.]

No. But there is something else.

...We need Braxiatel with us. There's a few of us that... [He grunts a little, growls.] Cooper and Heero are from whatever timeline you're from.

[Spam of Facial Hair]

[majorum_pride]

There's a Rhade you know? [He sits up a bit.] They've not-

[No, this Brax is almost a stranger. He doesn't know about that.]

...The more important thing- [He furrows his brow] -was that I was going to approach Chancellor Narvin, acquire false information from Brax pertaining to whatever he requested in exchange for physical parts, and have T'Pol put a memory block on me so that whenever I brought it to him I wouldn't be aware that it was fake.

I still need that information. And I probably wouldn't involve you if immediately after the flood wouldn't be an ideal time to move.

[Spam of Facial Hair]

[majorum_pride]

I'll just finish checking on everyone else, then. [At least this Rhade is no less protective than the one Brax knows. He rises and tugs down his tunic, before giving him a curt bow and heading for the door.]

[Spam of Facial Hair]

[majorum_pride]

[He pauses at the door. Drums his fingers on the knob.]

Can't decide what they want when they want it. [Which was a short version of, "he'd try."]