Knowhere IC

What's up Knowhere? I'm getting antsy sitting around watching the boys scratch themselves and pretending this is a cool way to spend the rest of our lives. I feel like I'm in one of those super old shooter games where I'm waiting for the monsters to jump out at me. Trigger happy, anyone?

So here's the deal, I'm serious about going to Disneyland. I don't know more than half of you, but I guess I'll extend the invitation and get over my dilemmas about being around people.

I have one requirement: You have to be able to shoot a gun and you can't have qualms about shooting me if I tell you to.

So who is coming with me?

So, anything interesting happening?

I'm tired of missing Iris
and Cisco
and space is
Just one little distraction would be great

Hey, does anyone have any.. hobbies?

You know, maybe playing guitar? Or.. pottery? Knitting?

Not picky here, people.

I've just realized I have no skills other than infiltration and killing people.

[Filtered; Nebula]

Hello,

My name is Rebecca Atherton. I was contacted by an individual named 'Der Falke' who gave me your name in reference.

I have some questions for you regarding a request. Can we meet?



Thank you,

Rebecca

[Text to Rebecca Atherton]
≫ Are you going to this Earth?

Sometimes I look back at my life and wonder why I didn't do something boring, like find a husband and move to Westchester. And then I got to space, first in the family to do that, mom, and I remember life is way cooler when it's not standard.

I had a steak for the first time. Suck it, California Happy Cows.

What else do you recommend doing? I want to go to Disneyland and I want to pet a dog that isn't the mini version of it.

If anyone that's got anything that's broken, or anything that needs reprogramming, I'm skilled, and rather bored.

Theory: if someone was transformed into, well, a physical projection of data which could be transferred into a computer network, it's possible that their brainwaves could be permanently converted into digital form.

Completely and utterly ridiculous, but possible. Apparently.

[...] Beyond work and sleep what exactly is there to do here? That can't be all there is.

[Mustang]
Apparently I'm moving.

[Castiel]

[...]Thanks.

Boatsoj has blood on his antlers. I suspect someone has learned a lesson about interfering with Hevenly creatures.

I wish Laurel were alivehere.

Not that I mind the cozy fit down in the barracks, but my uninformed guess is that these beds might not be made for Belters. Does anyone else find that they run on the smaller side for them?

Is it awkward I want to scratch our host behind the ears and call him a good boy? Yes? No?

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