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[notthatkindoforion]

Welcome to Tendi's inbox! If I don't answer immediately, it's probably because I've got my hands full with something toxic, corrosive, or chemically unstable! Or bleeding. Or all of the above! I'll get back to you as soon as I can, byyyye!

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[xangel]

Hey, uh, saw you just got assigned Angel. He and I are friends from back home.

[Friends. Well. Easier to explain than all the weirdness of their relationship.]

Dingus is in a coma. The barge kind, if nobody's explained that yet, it's more like a sleeping beauty thing than a coma in any medical sense. People just kinda. Pause for a while. He could wake up tomorrow or weeks from now. It's weird as fuck. I'm gonna take his pet, since the little guy knows me, and I'm gonna keep checking on him, 'cus, you know, friendship. Keep each other in the loop?

[notthatkindoforion]

[Tendi just... deletes the message she was about to send to Angel.]

Shit.

I know what Barge comas are. [She does, however, resist the urge to ask what 'sleeping beauty' is. Another thing to go on her list of things to look for in the library.]

Thanks for letting me know. And for taking care of his pet. The Cybernetics facility isn't really the best place for an animal. Is there... anything I should know about him? That he wouldn't mind you sharing, of course.

[xangel]

[Acting like he's gonna pop up again any second makes her feel better. Advising people about Angel is a balancing act between his right to experience this place like a normal inmate on his own terms and her need to stick her nose in his life all the time. She doesn't always pull it off.]

Uh, he's more... personally difficult than anything else? Like not one of your murder spree inmates. He's not into violence for fun or as a first solution. He'll generally either blow you off with the bitchy screen queen act or get touchy fast if he doesn't know you. Or want to fuck you, which, well, you're not a dude, so. He was working on the redemption thing at home, so he started off a little closer to the finish line than some, but he also knows exactly how to be a dick about it.

[He might mind her sharing some of that, or he might toast her. Or toast her and then throw the drink at her. Depends on the day he's having.]

[notthatkindoforion]

['Personally difficult' doesn't bother Tendi too much. Some of her best friends are 'personally difficult'.]

Well... I know I'm not his permanent warden, so I wasn't planning on pushing the redemption thing too hard. I just want to make sure he has someone he can come to if he needs anything, and someone who will check in with him and make sure things are okay. Which- I guess maybe he doesn't need that one as much as some people here do.

[She smiles. It must be nice, having people here from home to watch your back and help things feel grounded.]

[xangel]

He talks a big game about not caring, but he was at it more than six months before he even got here. I'm not too worried about the redemption thing, honestly.

[notthatkindoforion]

Yeah.

If things get dangerous again, how worried do I need to be? Once he's awake again, I mean.

[Can Angel handle himself, or is he lacking in either fighting prowess or powers at the moment? Tendi will prioritize him, regardless, while they're paired, but it's useful intel.]

[xangel]

He's a good shot, and not gonna hesitate if it comes to it. He wanted me to talk to the admiral about getting him armed again, but I didn't get to it before he went out, and I'd want him to at least sit in on any negotiations even if he can't make them himself.

[notthatkindoforion]

Huh. I might get back to you on that. I'm working on a defensive weapon option for inmates who don't have other means to protect themselves, but, um, don't spread that around? I'm going to talk to the Admiral about it.

Not that you shouldn't work on it from your end, too! Just... as a backup.

[xangel]

Sounds like a good plan? But I don't know if you'd interest him in anything but the guns he's used to. He doesn't exactly exude maturity or anything, but he's been dead long enough to be pretty set in his ways. Even if they died young, old sinners get as cranky as old mortals.

[notthatkindoforion]

I'm... not really comfortable handing out lethal weapons to someone I haven't even met yet? Not that I don't believe you! I just want him to have some option for protecting himself while we work the rest out. ...What kind of gun is he used to?

[She knows what a gun is, in general, but has almost no context for ancient Earth weaponry.]

[xangel]

Fair enough, just don't get your hopes up he'll be enthusiastic, even if your solution's a good one.

[She'd be lying if she said this girl's vibes weren't just a little... Charlie, and while that sometimes does work on Angel, he also loves being a brat about enthusiastic help.]

I'm not super into guns. The ones he keeps around at home have long barrels and can spit a lot of bullets, but that's about all I could tell you.

[notthatkindoforion]

[She's not wrong. If Charlie ever shows up the two of them might create some kind of bubbly, optimistic singularity.]

Long... barrels... spit... bullets... lots.

[Why yes, she is taking notes.]

I'll see what I can do. It's okay if he's not enthusiastic, I mean he doesn't even know I exist. I just want him to be... at least a little safer than he is now. Everyone here deserves that, if they can't already defend themselves better than a stun phaser can.

[xangel]

Don't get too hung up on it. He's a mean sonofabitch when he wants to be. But, you know, good thinking. This place is usually a lot quieter than home, but when it's not...

[notthatkindoforion]

I'll keep that in mind.

Thank you, again. If you need any help with anything related to him, just let me know, okay?

[xangel]

Hopefully it won't be long before he bounces back up. I'll tell him to play nice if I talk to him before you.

[notthatkindoforion]

Thanks. I really appreciate it.

[closeyourfist]

You came back to the ship, yes?

[notthatkindoforion]

I'm here. Got some work to do getting my cabin back in order.

[closeyourfist]

[ Everyone is recovering in their own way. ]

Of course.

Attempted spam

[whatthefudge]

Lucy gives it little more than an hour or two after the ships part for good, before tapping on the door of Tendi's cabin.

"Tendi? It's Lucy. I - I figured your cabin must be kind of a mess after all of that. Would you mind if I gave you a hand?"

[notthatkindoforion]

You okay? Need anything?

[She'll scrape herself together if she has to.]

[closeyourfist]

I imagine I am in better shape than others.

[ He's just gonna go have a few drinks about it. ]

Re: Attempted spam

[notthatkindoforion]

By then, Tendi's only barely gotten everyone out of her cabin. She's just sitting against one wall, staring into nothing, sore and shaky in places she didn't know existed (that would be channeling John's magic, she assumes). It hasn't quite become real to her that it's over.

But even the light knock is enough to make her jump a foot.

For a moment she tries to ground herself, pull herself together enough to just. Open the door and talk to her friend like a normal person. Show her that she's in one piece and fine and make up some excuse to not have anyone else around right now. But then her eyes fall on the bloodstain where Remy's corpse- well. Where it had been.

So Lucy gets a message, instead.

Maybe tomorrow?

[notthatkindoforion]

Good. Take care of yourself. See you soon.

[Just not today.]

Re: Attempted spam

[whatthefudge]

The fact that she's getting a notification to her communicator and not a face at the door tells her more or less what she'll see before she sees it. She sighs softly to herself.

As soon as you're ready.

A moment later:

You did amazing for people. Sometimes we can't change some things even when they're terrible. You don't have to reply to this, but I'll be around with hugs when you want them. ♥️