idiots in spaaaaaaace

[adastrea]

[In a world with, perhaps, a passing resemblance to a one we know well--where Mars and Luna had their civil war, but, perhaps, the dwindling lifespan of humanity was not an insurmountable force. And where, as the years of living in space had continued, young martians had begun to display odd powers, rarely.

Such espers did not usually live so long, but for a girl with a familiarly tragic loss of family in the final days of war, her incredible and somewhat uncanny luck in avoiding the series of disasters that had befallen everyone she cared about wasn't of much concern.

What was was this base tour of the new cadets, and someone had snuck off, trying to catch a glimpse of the legendary war heroes or, perhaps, the dyne in all those stories.

This certainly can't end badly.]

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[adastrea]

It doesn't matter what you do.

[She sighs, and shakes her head.] I was already broken, long ago. If I can't do this now, then what's the point? I won't stop. It was never about you, not really. It's just easier to have something more...immediate.

[downbygravity]

...I meant as my assistant.

[adastrea]

I know exactly what you meant.

[HUFF HUFF HUFF.]

[downbygravity]

Did you really?

[adastrea]

You could try to think I'm an idiot a little less obviously, you know.

[downbygravity]

I don't think you're an idiot. Just a bit high strung.

[adastrea]

I wonder why that could be.

[She doesn't know how to deal with him being kind of nice.]

[downbygravity]

You're the psychic, you tell me.

[adastrea]

...[Flicking his forehead.] Oh, no. You haven't triggered a tragic backstory event. I don't have to explain it to you.