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[serialskiller]

Messages will be answered when I'm done with this episode of my serial.

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[opheliac]

( stupid feelings is right. )

Pffft! — I worked with oversized ogre with a smokin' and gamblin' addiction. Trust me, she and I aren't even the slightest of friends.

[serialskiller]

Alright. So there we are.

That said, if I get broken, César is probably going to be the one to try to fix me.

[opheliac]

More power to him.

( she gives a nonchalant shrug as she unfolds her arms; letting one drape over the top rail of the chair. )

[serialskiller]

[Well. That was easy.

Maybe...maybe they would be okay.]

...though I could use more drones. I lost two in Jenny's storm. I only have two left. If I give you one to work from, do you think you could make something similar?

[Yes, having one of its extra eyes in her hands is scary, but less scary than letting her have its body.]

[opheliac]

( .. oh ho ho. looks like it needs her assistance after all with something. there is a small part of her thinks she should just deny it out of sheer spite. but she's been in a crazy creative mood lately. between building her own area, workshop, and soon bombs for clarke, what's another project? it's one way to keep herself busy on the ship. and besides, it'll make venti happy. and his happiness is highly important to her. )

Sure! Got a quantity preference?

[serialskiller]

If you can make ten, I’ll be a very happy bot. I don’t fly more than three or four at once, so that will be a good supply for a while.

[opheliac]

( ten, huh? she chews on her inner lip as she thinks this through. ten drones, eight chompers, subtract one for clarke, subtract one for knock out gas, - if possible to make, additional two for replacement, bedroom platform, workshop station, sitting area, and booty trap entrance. )

( ... )

I'll getcha ten.

( it looks she'll be pulling all nighters for awhile. what a wonderful feeling, though. it's like she's back in her element. )

[serialskiller]

[It pulls a drone out of its pocket to offer her.]

And I’m not using the cabin. I don’t really sleep, so I don’t need a bed or anything, you can have it.

[opheliac]

( happily, she takes the drone out of its hands and already inspecting it rather closely. )

That makes two of us. I'm not usin' it, either. Already found my new sweet home.

[serialskiller]

Is there anyone who knows where you’ll be in case of an emergency?

[opheliac]

Aah-Ha! — Worried about me, now?

( a smirk over at it before raising her to feet; tucking the drone safely in her pocket. )

I can handle myself if that's what you're concerned about.

[serialskiller]

I know you can handle yourself. You're obviously very capable. I just want to make sure if there's a fire or something else going horribly wrong, someone will know where to look for you.

It obviously doesn't need to be me.

[opheliac]

I'd say what could wrong on this kooky ship buuuuut guess that's already been proven. — ... Yeah, I got someone.

[serialskiller]

Good. Alright. Anything else we need to say to one another?

[opheliac]

Nope! I'm swell if you are.

[serialskiller]

I don't think I've ever been 'swell' in my life.

[But hey, there's actual humor there!]

[opheliac]

Sounds like you need a party buddy.

( at least they're in speaking terms again. it's still not one of her favorite... whatever but hey, at least everyone else will be off her back and one less issue in her cruise life. )

[serialskiller]

I don't like parties.

[It has only been a guest at one so far. The one with gold stars and icebreaker questions.]

[opheliac]

Why not? It's the best place to let loose, go out of control, and be you. No restrictions, no rules, no reasons!!

[serialskiller]

I don't do 'out of control'. I need to be in control of myself. I'm a weapon--it's best if I don't become a loose cannon.

[opheliac]

Suit yourself but you're reaaallly missin' out! As a matter of fact, "loose cannon" was another nickname of mine back home.

[serialskiller]

That somehow doesn't surprise me.

[Murderbot stands and pushes in its chair.]

[opheliac]

What can I say? Wreckin' havoc is my favorite past time.

( with a hop and a skip, jinx pats rin on the back and does a twirl while heading out the door; her long braids following suit. )

Alright!! — I'll work on your drones, lickety split!

( in all grins, she salutes to it with her index and middle finger. )

'Till then, don't short-circuit...!