[Let's see, it's been...too damn long since Tan saw his little kitty buddy. He's thinking this needs to change. Especially since after his fight with Marco, even if he did lose it, he's in a damn good mood.

So.

He's calling his biffle.]

Hey, Bryn. Up for a little hang-out time?

[[Locked to Gunn // 20% unhackable]]

brother i think u promised me a drink when i got out

im out & i need a goddam drink

[[Locked to Gavin // 20% unhackable]]

can i still get that fan or are you too busy w/ the cocks

[Somebody is (obviously) stuck in the brig for a few days! Look how nice he is, though, using text to spare you all static-y right-wing propaganda Jinx-flies.

He hates these fucking flies. Almost as much as he hates the arms.]

this place is hell

[Comm clicks on]

....

I have. A goddamn. Tail.

[Comm clicks off--yes, that was really it.]

You'd think of all people, I'd--

Nngh, not the point.

[Hear this? This is the sound of a man with kind of a splitting headache. But.]

Anyhow. Got back okay, Bryn? How you feeling today?

Okay, I'm new. I don't get it yet. I realize this ship is fucking weird. But the rain? That normal?

[Can you hear the exasperation in his voice? Somebody might be drenched. That squelch you hear is him trying to take off his soggy shoes.]

Luggage, deck on fire, and is it just me or was there a talking dog.

What next? Or do I wanna know?