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[cryobiological]

[ to be prettified later; in the meantime, this post exists ]

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[chillestrogue]

Frost.

[cryobiological]

Snart.

Oh look, we know each other's names. What do you want?

[chillestrogue]

Money, power, the usual.

[sass him, missy, he sasses back]

This whole Scott Summers thing. Wanted to see where you stood on that.

[cryobiological]

Oh, I'm fine. Peachy keen.

That whole thing where people you get attached to just vanish without warning? You get used to it after a while. Expect it, even.

How 'bout you? He tell you he was taking off, loverboy?

[chillestrogue]

Ouch. Abandonment issues, have we?


You think I'd be asking after him if he had?

[cryobiological]

Whatever, I'm over it.

Ah, so he's a dick to everyone. Got it.

[chillestrogue]

He could be in trouble.

[cryobiological]

[A dry laugh.] How?

[chillestrogue]

Use your imagination. You can't think of a single thing that might be more powerful than Summers' pathetic super-determination to get you graduated and off this ship?

[cryobiological]

I can think of lots of things. More, since coming here.

[A little more soberly:] Those creepy assholes back in the barge yard, for one.

[chillestrogue]

Exactly.

And there's more where they came from. People in Summers' world who might have had a grudge against him.

[cryobiological]

People powerful enough to just take him away?

[chillestrogue]

Probably.

[Mr. Sinister comes to mind]

[cryobiological]

Let me guess: you want to do something about it.

[chillestrogue]

For my own selfish benefit, I promise.

[cryobiological]

Of course.

...

It's not like I can go with you.

[chillestrogue]

I know.

Did I talk to you about the warden I had?

[cryobiological]

No. They ditch you, too?

[chillestrogue]

Emotionally checked himself out. Stayed locked in his room, told me not to bother him unless I was dead.

Point is, I didn't need him to get out of here. I graduated myself. Learned what I had to do to get out and did it.

And you're smarter than I am.

[cryobiological]

So the Admiral really is an idiot if he's bringing incompetent people on board on top of everything else.

I already know what I'm supposed to do to get out. I just don't want to.

[chillestrogue]

That's it in a nutshell.

It was that way with me, too. It's a crap feeling.

[cryobiological]

It's a stupid way to run this place.

So how'd you do it? You just suck it up and let them win?

[chillestrogue]

In a way. My priorities changed over time. Getting out of here was more important than sticking it to the Admiral.

[cryobiological]

I don't even know him enough to want to stick it to him.

[chillestrogue]

Who is there that you might want to?

Who sent you here?