I already told Encino that I'll side with whoever's the most efficient and annoys me the least. A reasonable company ought to do the same: follow what maximizes profit for them.
[he also sips his wine, shrugging lightly]
They've said enough about being able to earn our way to more information that's classified if we get promotions.
Complete our first tour with the company, and then our performance will be reviewed. If we perform well, we can rise the ranks.
[he yawns]
I've never had to work for someone else before, but if it gets me what I want and it's not entirely an annoyance, I'll consider it to pass the time while I work on my own projects.
[hELP MEEE NOOOOO DAHUT IS SO CUTE AND THAT'S ITTTTT HE'S JUST A LIL GUYYYY as much as anyone in virche is just a lil guy]
Most of my life and his, at this point. [and it's only because he's had enough to drink that he admits - ] He is an annoyance and a nag, but he is my right hand.
[a beat. he looks down at his right hand and lack of left arm.]
[please be more concerned. but scien looks thoughtful about that. is dahut kind? it's like he's never thought about it before. more accurately, he can say:]
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[he also sips his wine, shrugging lightly]
They've said enough about being able to earn our way to more information that's classified if we get promotions.
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Did they say specifically how to get a promotion? [the idea makes her skin crawl because she hates capitalism but it's fine.]
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[he yawns]
I've never had to work for someone else before, but if it gets me what I want and it's not entirely an annoyance, I'll consider it to pass the time while I work on my own projects.
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she tries not to also yawn.]
Isn't a tour eight weeks? [she might be wrong about this, she was just listening to other people's conversations.]
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Two months must seem like a long time to people who have something to get back to.
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she takes another sip of wine.]
I won't be here for two months. [you will, it's a murder game]
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If they can send us back precisely at the moment that we left, it'll be fine, but I... would prefer to be there now.
[this is slightly pouty.]
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more wine....? scien has no idea how to help people emotionally process help me we're getting wfrench girl wasted on a saturday]
Timelines can diverge as well, in case you haven't experienced that. [thanks virches....]
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... It depends on what you mean by diverge. [thankfully the wine is just making her petulant and not actually upset, if that's any relief for scien.]
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I mean that the timelines went in two different directions, rather than following the same path. So they diverged.
[wait]
They're not... the same.
[local genius who developed eternal youth kneecapped by exactly one fucking glass of red wine]
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I see. [this time she actually does see. a beat.] It's not that it's diverged for me, I think, but that my companion remembers more than me.
... You and Dahut are from the same world, yes?
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Oh. Yes.
[which reminds him that now he's going to pull out something from his lab coat pocket and bestow it into throné's hands
it's temenos' furry ears
scien nods to himself like he's made a good choice, and she knows what to do with them]
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she... she takes them... and goes bwuh?]
How did these get here...
[the stupid thing is she probably does recognize them. a beat, and she kind of grins.]
Hm. He'll be glad to get these back. [spoken in the tone of he absolutely will be so annoyed that i'm going to put these on his head]
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scien smiles, slow and amused, but again it's a fairly mocking one]
He ought to be more honest about his hobbies.
[TEMENOS SPECIFICALLY SAID THEY'RE NOT HIS HOBBIESSSS]
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she has had just enough wine that this makes her laugh!!]
He'll be honest the day he dies and not a moment before.
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scien nods, as if he fully comprehends everything that's happening]
Ah, like Dahut.
[nOOOOOO NOT LIKE DAHUTTTTT]
You are a worthwhile companion, to carry this knowledge on this behalf.
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I do my best. [she says, taking another sip of wine.] ... Have you known him a long time? Dahut.
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Most of my life and his, at this point. [and it's only because he's had enough to drink that he admits - ] He is an annoyance and a nag, but he is my right hand.
[a beat. he looks down at his right hand and lack of left arm.]
... I guess he could be the left...?
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[that is a rude joke but she makes it anyway]
... He is very kind. [he has been SO nice to her and she doesn't know what to do with that actually]
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[please be more concerned. but scien looks thoughtful about that. is dahut kind? it's like he's never thought about it before. more accurately, he can say:]
He has mothering tendencies.
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she looks at his arm
and then:]
Hm. I wonder why.
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looks at her with his stupid tipsy face ]
I also wonder...
[ok genius]
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actually:]
How did you lose your arm? [she figures if he doesn't want to answer he just won't.]
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[he like
says the words but he's so blasé about it?]
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