- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I very fortunately did not ask how two girls would make out; I'd never met one myself, at least not that I knew of, but I knew that lesbians existed, of course. But more pertinently: "How do you even make babies?"
Once again, Scarlet stared at me for a quiet moment. Then, although her expression remained unmoved and her voice unchanged, I was almost completely certain that she was screwing with me when she started to answer, "Well, you see, when two girls love each other very much..."
I had never stopped an oncoming explanation so fast.
Hmmm a little dissapointed that we don't get to hear this, but it makes sense. I wouldn't want to make up space lesbian biology either. Maybe they make an egg with magic!
Someday I hope Scarlet really gets how weird Artemis is, though, and we see her reaction to that. A scarlet interlude would be cool.
Still, I couldn't help but notice the presence of small groups - usually in three or four - of hooligan-like girls standing around on street corners, glaring, scowling, batons hanging from their belts. And I couldn't help but notice Scarlet - who had largely gone unarmed or concealed her weapons outside our time on the arkology - was now very openly slinging her submachine gun around her shoulder and carrying a handgun in her hip holster.
As we had left Dock 7, Scarlet had strapped a holster to my hip with a handgun in it. She knew I was a piss-poor shot - our time together on the arkology proved that - so I couldn't help but think that her going out of her way to make sure I was armed was more to ensure no one messed with me rather than out of any expectations that I could handle myself.
This is a sensible decision, but it's interesting that Scarlet's home region needs it. I guess that explains a lot of how casual she is on the job about violence - it's probably pretty constant.
I wasn't familiar with this part of Anaffa, or even this part of outer space. I was sure that there was going to be a lot for me to learn, a lot of new norms and rules I had to follow, so on and so forth. But the similar economic conditions I was already used to felt like one less barrier to entry, and a significant one at that. I was used to trouble kind of being part of the ambient atmosphere. I was used to gangs with knives and guns hanging out on street corners. The circumstances were different, of course - I was in space - but more so than high-tech arkologies and lesbian mafias, this was...honestly kind of more of the same.
And I guess at least Artemis is used to the same! Or close enough.
I couldn't help but wonder what kind of life Scarlet had lived up until now. Like, how she managed to cope living in this twelve-by-twelve room, leaving only for life necessities and whatever work put her on both ends of a gun.
It feels like this tiny space is the only spot she has away from the threat of possible violence, or negotiating with people who have way more money and power than her, or so on, so... honestly the biggest thing is that she let Artemis in? Not that there's a ton of options, though.
And that scene with Carol...
*shakes head* I'll just leave that for someone who can better understand the implications to unpack...
The girl standing at the door was a bit younger than me, was a bit shorter than me, and wore a lot less clothing than I did. A tail protruded from and wagged from under a short, cheap-looking shoulderless shift dress, and aside from a collar around her neck, a pouch at her waist, and a pair of sandals on her feet, she wore nothing else that I could see. The ears from her head were a bit floppy; I figured they were dog ears, especially given her tail, which was fluffy but not quite bushy like Scarlet's more obviously fox-like characteristics.
I think, going from the initial description, that Artemis is once again missing out on a social context here. Carol is not really dressed like someone who works at a small family cleaning operation - and given how little she's really wearing, the collar absolutely has to stand out as an important detail. I doubt that's her single fashion accessory.
She gets paid, so I don't know if we should assume that she's a slave, or at least she's somehow working for someone that Scarlet pays if she is, but my guess is that instead of industrialized laundromats they're using very cheap labor for some reason.
And Scarlet defensively implies that she couldn't afford higher end service than this, which kinda means it has to be really cheap labour to make sense.