[ 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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[maskiruet]

the most anyone seems to have been able to figure out is space. which you've likely been told by multiple people by now.

text;

[mindsext]

indeed I have. needless to say I'm waiting for a slightly more informed opinion.

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[maskiruet]

sorry that i can't provide. i'm interested in finding out as well.

text;

[mindsext]

at least you're sorry.

[ Cambridge, so waspish. ]

what's your name?

[text]

[circumitus]

would prefer to find out myself before being jutted out into oblivion. thanks.

[text]

[mindsext]

quite. so help me find who the fuck is in charge of the dismal little operation, then.

[text]

[circumitus]

that's a directive i think i can agree on. i'm sick of wandering into all these dead ends.

[text]

[mindsext]

what dead ends?

[ Cambridge hasn't ventured much further than a short side-corridor but now she's staring intently at her surroundings. ]

what have you discovered so far?

[zouichi]

What makes you think airlocking us will kill us?

[mindsext]

the most basic principles of biology.

[zouichi]

Perhaps you should reexamine those principles. There's at least one of us who can survive in space.

[mindsext]

that's impossible. no one can survive in space for very long - what with it being space.

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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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[mindsext]

[ 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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[mindsext]

[ ohh backchat. And American flavoured, too! ]

Oh, heavens. Aren't you sassy.

( TEXT )

[unparental]

Not on a yacht. What did you do to my... whatever this is?

( TEXT )

[mindsext]

[ we're on a boat, motherfuckerrrr ]

communications device.

[ if this was a voice post her tone would be THE MOST patronising: ]

like a mobile phone.

( TEXT )

[unparental]

Really? I thought it might have been a blender.

( TEXT )

[mindsext]

[ not that you can see it, Jenna, but Cambridge simpers in mock-amusement. hahhhhhh you so funny, bitch. ]

oh dear, everyone on this ship is so terribly amusing!