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-Chell

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[testgasm]

i picked up a few things for you on the space station and i almost died doing it but i want you to have them

they're by your room you're welcome

[There are boxes of space brand cake mix outside your door.

It is chocolate.]

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[toomuchtenacity]

[She may have stared at the cake mix for a while before writing back.]

thanks.

[You are a poet Chell.]

How did you almost die getting cake mix?

[filed under things she's probably going to regret asking.]

[testgasm]

good news: the space station we docked at was full of some truly excellent loot

the bad news: it ended up being a floating deathtrap i almost drowned

[toomuchtenacity]

how did you almost drown in a spaceship

[testgasm]

faulty fire prevention protocols

not a fun time let me tell you

[toomuchtenacity]

was the ship on fire at all?

[testgasm]

no

hence malfunction

[toomuchtenacity]

[She seems to recall another "malfunction" with quite a lot of flames involved but whatever]

How did you get off?

[testgasm]

[Oh, you know, pushed buttons like usual]

hacked my way out of course

[toomuchtenacity]

[Yeah she remembers your "hacking" she's wondering if broken glass was involved. And if your hand is bleeding.]

can you still do that if you're not a robot?

[testgasm]

yes i can i just have to come at it from the outside

a bit more troublesome sure but not impossible