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[bambicakes]

❝No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.❞

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give me the things

[synchronised]

Officer Grimes?

[synchronised]

I was raised on that plastic, for your information.

you are getting all the things

[kentuckys]

What's the matter Miss Mori?


And I thought I said you can just call me Rick.

you're so good to me *^*

[synchronised]

Periodic status check.

[ Which sounds better than just pinging him with status out of the blue. ]

Rick.

1/2

[kentuckys]

Well, I'm doing alright, if that's what you're asking.

[ He's smiling a little. He hadn't expected a text like this from her. ]

Mako.

[ Now he's just being facetious. ]

2/2

[kentuckys]

Though apparently, my face is losing the war.







About time for a good shave.

I'm trying to find a good razor that won't take my jaw off with the beard.

1/2

[synchronised]

If there is a better way to ask, I am open to suggestions.

[ Is she being facetious back? Is she being genuine Mako can be so reserved sometimes, it can be hard to tell. ]

2/2

[synchronised]

[ After a pause. ]

The best I can offer is the edge of a knife and a whetstone.
Though it's possible, with a little effort, I may be able to acquire a straight razor.

[fortes]

hey i'm not judging. i was raised on blue box mac n' cheese until i was the size of a small air balloon so definitely not judging.

1/2

[kentuckys]

I was teasing, sweetheart.

2/2

[kentuckys]

Might like the second option better. Not that I don't trust your hands but my face ain't a chopping block.

[synchronised]

[ Don't call her sweetheart, Rick. It makes her feel odd. ]

It might require barter on both our parts.
Is there anything you'd be willing to spare?

[kentuckys]

[ Nope. He thinks it's actually starting to stick. ]

Not surprised.
Not sure what I have on hand that could be of value.





What about a wrist watch?

[synchronised]

Does it have sentimental value?

[kentuckys]

Just a little. I don't mind parting with it.

[ he had found it on a corpse of a neighbor. he remembers having thanksgiving dinner with the man's family. but that's about it. ]

BREAKS THIS INBOX POST

[synchronised]

[ To sit here impatiently for Chuck Hansen to arrive. ]

[synchronised]

[ Objects can be precious, if you let them be. Even if Mako hasn't had much in her life by way of possessions, she knows that much. ]

Keep it for now.
I'll try to find an alternative.

WOW U HAVE GOT SOME NERVE o3o

[rageful]

[ You could have just called, Mori. ]

Didn't see you during sims today.

Did you chuck a sickie or something?






[ooc: The phrase "chuck a sickie" is Aussie slang that means to call into work sick, sometimes (but not always) dishonestly. ]

NEENER NEENER

[synchronised]

[ Chuck, pls. She hasn't "chucked a sickie" since — ever. ]

Complications with Gypsy's fluid transfer system.
I had to oversee a full system flush.

[ She'd go into it but she knows Chuck would tune out after the first clause and a half. ]

Why — did you miss me?

[ Adolescent sarcasm. Mako dislikes the fact that she's even still capable of it and normally she isn't, but. ]

OMFG U CHILD --

[rageful]

[ Mako, don't kid yourself. He totally knows. He's just being difficult. It's a very special talent of his. Can't you tell?]

That old rust bucket's just falling apart all over the goddamn place.

[ And she's right. Chuck only really read about 1/4 of her text message, anyway. But he knows she won't take it personally. ]

Flatter yourself, why don't ya.

[ Obvious banter. It's a comfortable routine. ]

YOU STARTED IT WEH

[synchronised]

[ Mako suspects Chuck mostly just asked because of the twinge of adolescent glee he gets whenever he's allowed to type out the phrase "chuck a sickie". When they were children it had been kind of a joke. Chuck chucking a sickie. —get it? ]

She's the only one to ever come back from the Bay.

[ Oblivion Bay, where jaegers go to die (and those that are already dead find their final resting place). ]

She'll get the job done, even without Striker's new car smell.

[ Don't talk trash about her jaeger, Chuck. She might not be a pilot but that's her girl. ]

FINE I TAKE ALL THE BLAME WEH (OAO);;;

[rageful]

[ She knows him too well. He'll have to up the ante. ]

Yeah, let's hope so.

[ But he's not exactly optimistic. This is scathingly sardonic at best. There is something unspoken but important here: Chuck sees rangers as extensions of their weapons. His doubt doesn't lie in the technicalities of the machine (it almost never does). He is voicing his concerns about a certain person and, hint, it's not her. ]

She might pack a punch, but we'll see who's in like flynn out on the field.

[ Chuck's confidence is speedy and dirty and relentless. Don't try knocking his faith in Striker, Mako. It just won't work. ]




[ooc: The phrase "in like flynn" is Aussie slang for "quickest to achieve a desired goal."]

DRIES YOUR TEARS

[synchronised]

[ He's not the only one who's concerned with Raleigh Becket. Mako has spent months — years — going over those files, pouring herself into Gypsy's veins, familiarizing herself with what went wrong in Anchorage and building in safeguard after safeguard to keep them from being caught out in the open a second time.

Chuck's right, isn't Gypsy that's the problem, it's about what happens in the Drift and who's plugged into it. But Mako isn't the type to go around sewing seeds of dissent amongst the marshal's men. This was his plan and she needed to trust him (and she did trust him — if only he could see that she should be with him). ]

He's the only one qualified to pilot her.

[ Well, him and— ]

And his copilot.

CRIES YOU A RIVER TBH

[rageful]

He's the Marshall's bright idea. [And he'll leave it at that. It's a dodgy and underhanded means to express his utter dysphoria with the situation and it's likely the most polite that Chuck will ever get.] As far as I'm concerned, he's still suss as all hell.

By the way, I know you have my sunnies. I want those back.




[ooc: "Suss" is Aussie slang for "suspicious" or "suspect". And "sunnies" means "sunglasses/aviators".]

ACTUALlY SCRATCH THAT I THINK I'lL DRINK THEM INSTEAD

[synchronised]

The Marshal is the Marshal for a reason.

[ Which is all she'll say on the subject as well. Sometimes it can be a tricky line to navigate, being both Pentecost's daughter and one of his rangers. But Mako has long since learned how to perfect the art, the former having been whittled down to something small and put aside, the later having grown as time passed, giving even the most earnest moments a sheen of contained professionalism. ]

The candidates showing is tomorrow.
We'll all have an opportunity to see what Becket as to offer.

[ If he wanted to, Mako knows Chuck could start a row over Raleigh right now.

(She hopes he doesn't. They'll be time for that later.) ]

And what would I be doing with your sunglasses?

[ It's a trick question because she does have them. She'd stolen them out of the inside pocket of his jacket the last time they'd seen one another in Sydney. (—an unseasonably cold winter, a storm threatening the distant horizon and Mako's hair whipping about her face as another breeze kicks up around the both of them. Neither of them talk but they never really have. Whether Mako forgets that she has the glasses or if she takes them on purpose is anybody's guess—) ]