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[X] Ohara's Wolves
The way he says it, it's like there's a punchline that's going over your head. Something you're missing. Something obvious.
Oh.
At this, Cam does catch herself on the edge of the module's hatch, turning to glare at you. "Everytime I close my eyes, I just see them all dying again."
"Well, that makes sense," you say. "It was pretty fucking horrible. You still need to sleep, Cam."
"Enough!" Booker glares at you in a way that tells you you've pushed your luck as far as is wise today. You shut up. "Don't ever let me catch you doing this again," she says, the threat in her voice decidedly more than merely figurative, this time.
"Aye aye, ma'am," you say, complete with a mockingly crisp salute. She doesn't even punch you for that, which is as much a victory as anything. It's enough of a near thing, though, that you leave in a hurry.
"I need something to call you," you decide.
"My name?" J6 suggests.
"No, something friendly," you say, leaning against her in the booth to emphasise the concept. Your short skirt and sheer top is considerably less professional... but you refuse to act like you're on duty while you're not. It looks good on your small frame, you think. What's the point of a pixie cut if you never show off your figure? "Like how friends call me 'Brea'."
"Oh." J6 considers this, shifting slightly to let you slip your free arm around hers. Your other holds your own chocolate cone. "Her Highness calls me 'Jaycee." Then, she shakes her head. "That's just for her. My sisters called me 'Six'."
"Six," you say, slowly. It's still just half her designation, but it feels immediately more like a name, through the modification. "I like it," you decide. "You have sisters?"
Six Shrugs. "The other J-subjects. We were like sisters, and Twenty-One."
The way she appends this so abruptly, you can't help but giggle. "Why not Twenty-One?"
"He's a boy," she says, firmly.
You got one! Gazetteer just quoted from it.
NGL, I must have kind of skimmed the first sentence and read this as banter at first, a kind of- "I usually stow my charming personality in my Pennant, but this time I brought it out special.""Where did that charm come from?"
You look down at your wrist, noting the familiar, faded colours of the tiny model of Ganymede tethered there. "I've had it for years," you say. Usually, you put it back in your Pennant before climbing out.
you're a horrid knife-twisting meanie :<"Is she still around?" you ask.
"Should be," he says. "Her health problems weren't as bad as some of the others. I just have no idea where she ended up."
"You can still get the chance to tell her, then," you offer.
"... Yeah." The thought seems to cheer him up. At least, the frown goes away. "Maybe."
You will thank us for this later, Booker.
Well, no, we're going to be insufferable and get some people killed, but nobody important! To us.
WHY?"Regrets?"
"I just wish I'd told her that I knew that," Jay says. "That we never just wrote her off. I didn't think to, back when I had the chance."
"Is she still around?" you ask.
"Should be," he says. "Her health problems weren't as bad as some of the others. I just have no idea where she ended up."
"You can still get the chance to tell her, then," you offer.
"... Yeah." The thought seems to cheer him up. At least, the frown goes away. "Maybe."
On the other hand, Owusu certainly knows, and he hasn't told Jay. So that's going to be a neat flashpoint later on.