[ Kate sighs dramatically and rolls her eyes but lets go, giving Johanna back her comm if not her personal space. ]
It was not an idea! We don't know anything about their capabilities except that they're probably better supplied, better trained, and outnumber us. Not to mention-- oh my god.
[ Not another complaint, this is an incredulous laugh as she stares at her screen, and then laughs again, and starts tapping at the keyboard. ]
She used a smiley face. These people are either even bigger trolls than I thought or complete idiots.
[ Kate's reply is ruined by that reach and pull for her device, half of it copy pasted in the middle of the old version so it's a garbled mess. She bats at Johanna's arms and tugs the comm away again once she's had a moment to read it, turning on her side toward the wall, the better to protect the device from grabby hands. ]
What are the chances it's just a passive-aggressive coincidence and not some sort of reference to Smiley?
[Johanna doesn't put up a huge fight. She keeps hold of the device for just a second, but once Kate starts getting slappy, she lets it go, folds her arms again and plops her cheek onto them.]
If they know so much, you'd think they'd know to avoid smiley face.
[ Kate keeps typing, lip caught between her teeth and eyes narrowed at the screen as she apparently debates a reply. She rolls back over once Johanna settles down and stops trying to interfere. ]
So? That's two hundred other people who can help, or take up space. Whatever.
[Meatshields, et cetera. Johanna tries to roll her leg out of the way in time, but she doesn't entirely succeed. Kate's foot still strikes its target. Irritated, she rolls her eyes.]
It's two hundred other people who get a say in how this is handled. Not that any of that matters since we have no way to tell them where we are anyway and last I checked neither of us was Tony Stark.
[ But one of them did just win the stupid leg-kicking game, and Johanna's lack of immediate reprisal gets a hint of a satisfied smirk for a second. ]
[fuck Tony Stark whoever he is. Johanna turns her device around so Kate can see her otherwise private message with Raven. Triumphant, however preemptively.
There's a beat--and then she lashes out, suddenly, twists onto her side so she can kick at Kate with both feet.]
[ Sorry, Johanna, Kate is giving her one of those looks, the flat dry ones that are super unimpressed with her attitude. She leans over to look at the message and rolls her eyes, and then rolls over to lie on top of Johanna's legs after that kick catches her right in the muscle and threatens bruises. ]
[--She says, with venom. It loses some of its power when Kate rolls on top of her legs, cuts off in a huff of irritated breath. She arches her hips against the bed, trying to heave Kate off. It's enough that she manages to get a little relief from her weight, but the angle is bad.]
[ Kate sprawls even more deliberately and obnoxiously, flopping legs and an arm out, pure dead weight. ]
Yeah, wow. Caution and foresight, how stupid is that. I'm such an idiot wanting to take more than five minutes to figure out my options instead of just charging off like bull who saw red.
Unlike some people, I don't feel the need to respond to every single thing that annoys me even a little with violence. [ Which is why she pretends not to have noticed that pinch and doesn't retaliate even though her nose wrinkles in pain. She is making a point here!! ]
We have plenty of options worth at least exploring. If we just keep in contact maybe we can figure out how they're contacting us and use it to track them, or get into their systems, or contact somebody else. Maybe we can convince them to send us stuff, maybe we can find out more about where we are, more about what they know, or about how the ship works. Just because they won't volunteer all their secrets or fall over themselves doing exactly what we'd like doesn't mean the only alternative is attacking them immediately. Honestly, try a little imagination.
[She is so far beyond annoyed. Kate's list doesn't get much out of Johanna. She listens, yeah, her gaze flat and unimpressed, her fingers ready to pinch again if she needs to.
Maybe some small part of her thinks something like, oh, Kate, exasperated, pitying. It comes out as an eyeroll.]
I don't want to track them. I don't want a phone conversation. I want them to come here, to us. I'm tired of playing games and asking questions and answering riddles. I want them to come here. And then we can get answers out of them.
[ Kate rolls off of her, sits up with her back against the wall. ]
Yeah, and what have your plans gotten you? If 'I'm going to find someone I can hit in the face with an axe because obviously that always solves everything' even counts as a plan.
[Johanna tugs her t-shirt over her head, and smiles at nothing. The cool air makes her bare skin prickle. The Jump warning keeps going; she ignores it.]
The odds are ever in our favor.
[Not.]
Don't worry. They won't kill you.
[Whether she means that because Kate has good luck, or because she can defend herself, or because she'll defend Kate (the least likely), she doesn't seem inclined to elaborate. Instead, she climbs back on the bed, naked, and takes hold of Kate's comm device, to toss it aside--and in the same movement, she moves in to press her mouth to Kate's in an insistent kiss.]
I'm not wor-- wha-- [ Kate's caught by surprise, as evidenced by the muffled noise Johanna cuts off, but it still takes her a minute to tug her mouth sideways out of that kiss. ]
We have to get to Medical. And I'm irritated with you!
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It was not an idea! We don't know anything about their capabilities except that they're probably better supplied, better trained, and outnumber us. Not to mention-- oh my god.
[ Not another complaint, this is an incredulous laugh as she stares at her screen, and then laughs again, and starts tapping at the keyboard. ]
She used a smiley face. These people are either even bigger trolls than I thought or complete idiots.
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[And she's got her comms, which is what she really wants. Until she wants Kate's, again, because with a comment like that--]
A smiley face?
[And she's grabbing again, tugging the device closer so she can have a look, interrupting Kate's reply.]
Oh my god, is everybody dumb?
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[ Kate's reply is ruined by that reach and pull for her device, half of it copy pasted in the middle of the old version so it's a garbled mess. She bats at Johanna's arms and tugs the comm away again once she's had a moment to read it, turning on her side toward the wall, the better to protect the device from grabby hands. ]
What are the chances it's just a passive-aggressive coincidence and not some sort of reference to Smiley?
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[Johanna doesn't put up a huge fight. She keeps hold of the device for just a second, but once Kate starts getting slappy, she lets it go, folds her arms again and plops her cheek onto them.]
If they know so much, you'd think they'd know to avoid smiley face.
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[ Kate keeps typing, lip caught between her teeth and eyes narrowed at the screen as she apparently debates a reply. She rolls back over once Johanna settles down and stops trying to interfere. ]
I'm just going to tell her to fuck off.
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[That makes Johanna laugh, a little too sharp to be just amusement. One of her bare feet kicks against one of Kate's calves, playfully.]
More people need to do that. I really do hope she comes after us, her and all of her friends. I'd like to tell her personally.
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Part of me hopes that, too. That'd be a problem I know how to attack.
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[And fuck you, Kate; she kicks back, even harder, twisting her leg so she can use her sharp heel. This is the non-cut foot, so it's a good strike.]
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I want to see what we can find out, first. Not to mention there are two hundred other people involved.
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[Meatshields, et cetera. Johanna tries to roll her leg out of the way in time, but she doesn't entirely succeed. Kate's foot still strikes its target. Irritated, she rolls her eyes.]
You know they're not going to tell us anything.
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[ But one of them did just win the stupid leg-kicking game, and Johanna's lack of immediate reprisal gets a hint of a satisfied smirk for a second. ]
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[fuck Tony Stark whoever he is. Johanna turns her device around so Kate can see her otherwise private message with Raven. Triumphant, however preemptively.
There's a beat--and then she lashes out, suddenly, twists onto her side so she can kick at Kate with both feet.]
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[ Sorry, Johanna, Kate is giving her one of those looks, the flat dry ones that are super unimpressed with her attitude. She leans over to look at the message and rolls her eyes, and then rolls over to lie on top of Johanna's legs after that kick catches her right in the muscle and threatens bruises. ]
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[--She says, with venom. It loses some of its power when Kate rolls on top of her legs, cuts off in a huff of irritated breath. She arches her hips against the bed, trying to heave Kate off. It's enough that she manages to get a little relief from her weight, but the angle is bad.]
Get off of me.
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Yeah, wow. Caution and foresight, how stupid is that. I'm such an idiot wanting to take more than five minutes to figure out my options instead of just charging off like bull who saw red.
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What options? They weren't telling us shit. They were practically taunting us. You can't tell me you're actually okay with that?
[And she twists one arm around to pinch at Kate's leg, catching as much meat as she can between thumb and forefinger.]
They're not going to rescue us.
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We have plenty of options worth at least exploring. If we just keep in contact maybe we can figure out how they're contacting us and use it to track them, or get into their systems, or contact somebody else. Maybe we can convince them to send us stuff, maybe we can find out more about where we are, more about what they know, or about how the ship works. Just because they won't volunteer all their secrets or fall over themselves doing exactly what we'd like doesn't mean the only alternative is attacking them immediately. Honestly, try a little imagination.
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[She is so far beyond annoyed. Kate's list doesn't get much out of Johanna. She listens, yeah, her gaze flat and unimpressed, her fingers ready to pinch again if she needs to.
Maybe some small part of her thinks something like, oh, Kate, exasperated, pitying. It comes out as an eyeroll.]
I don't want to track them. I don't want a phone conversation. I want them to come here, to us. I'm tired of playing games and asking questions and answering riddles. I want them to come here. And then we can get answers out of them.
[She grins a little, a flash of teeth.]
How's that for imagination.
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It's pretty shit, actually. I know you're not stupid, why do you act like you're incapable of thinking these things through?
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[She starts working herself out from beneath Kate's weight, short sharp movements.]
I'm done with letting other people come up with plans and then just going along with them. You know what that's gotten me? Nothing.
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Yeah, and what have your plans gotten you? If 'I'm going to find someone I can hit in the face with an axe because obviously that always solves everything' even counts as a plan.
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Fuck you.
[Conversationally. She turns around again, kicks off her socks before she stands to slip off her shorts.]
My plans kept me alive. And this one will too.
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[ Kate's back to typing, and doesn't quite register that Johanna's undressing rather than getting ready to leave. ]
Three? Six? A dozen? How many of them had guns and space-age body armor?
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The odds are ever in our favor.
[Not.]
Don't worry. They won't kill you.
[Whether she means that because Kate has good luck, or because she can defend herself, or because she'll defend Kate (the least likely), she doesn't seem inclined to elaborate. Instead, she climbs back on the bed, naked, and takes hold of Kate's comm device, to toss it aside--and in the same movement, she moves in to press her mouth to Kate's in an insistent kiss.]
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We have to get to Medical. And I'm irritated with you!
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