☮ 02; voice

[heavendivided]

[Tap Tap Tap. This is someone's finger impatiently tapping against some hard surface. Probably a desk. A minute or so passes, then there's a strained hrrrngh, manly grumble, trademark Big Boss. For someone who keeps others waiting on a regular basis, he has remarkably little patience himself.]Hey, Kaz. Triela. There's something we need to talk

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[voice.] GD I suck at times. DX

[this_is_jimmy]

[If that whump is anything go by. Yea. Eww. Mass of papers.] Big stack of paper?

voice - <3

[heavendivided]

[his reply is delayed. well, duh.]

Sixty-three minutes. You tell me.

Re: voice - <3

[this_is_jimmy]

Better than me. Took me 90 odd minutes. [Because he didn't understand some of the terms given on the paper and had to ask for clarification.] But it might be as some Old Earth terms are jus' plain odd.

voice

[heavendivided]

'Old Earth'. So, how far into the future are you?

Re: voice

[this_is_jimmy]

2500 standard time. Or there abouts.

voice

[heavendivided]

That's...huh. So you guys living in space yet?

Re: voice

[this_is_jimmy]

[A laugh.] Yea. My world was one of the Fringe Worlds in the Korpulu sector. From what I understand off my history, Old Earth sent us away, for some reason or another. I'm not a Human, I'm a Terran. Old Earth is that Old Earth. Not a home, no nada. Just. The place we once were part of.

Or somethin'.

voice

[heavendivided]

You don't even know your own history? That's rather depressing.