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[rocinantes]

okay

what the fuck.

( that's it, that's all he's got. )

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[rocinantes]

Before all this?

( amos points up and then, realizing that that might indicate he was dead and in some religious afterlife, he clarifies: )

Space. I'm a mechanic on a Martian warship.

( yeah yeah he knows how that sounds. )

[bookerlesigh]

[ Booker glances upwards and at first thinks: ceiling? quickly followed by, sky...? ]

[ no way he was going to get mechanic from mars. on mars- a mars warship? it takes a second for it to process even spelled out like that. after a second he shrugs, ] Not the weirdest I've heard.

Is living on a space ship as miserable as it sounds? [ and sure, his perspective might be tainted by the army and an aversion to places where you can get stuck in an endless death loop, but it's a light-hearted question, doled out with half a grin. ]

[rocinantes]

I actually like it a lot more than living on the ground.

( but amos is aware that he's kind of a weird bird that way. he's never had anything go right when he's planet side and he likes being able to move around and work. )

There's only four of us crewing the ship. So we don't sit on top of each other. It's better than it sounds.

[bookerlesigh]

Actually - being all alone up there don't sound all that bad. [ four people? there's four people Booker can imagine being stuck with for eternity ( which he effectively already is ), and not having to deal with real people sounds pretty appealing at this current point in time. ]

How is it you ended up there?

[rocinantes]

I didn't want to be on Earth anymore, basically. It didn't do shit for me and I needed a way out.

( and so he'd taken it. )

Gave me a way to make money, see other places, and get out of Baltimore. Win win. I don't like going back.

( but he couldn't do anything about it right now. )