Catch-All: Escha

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[i'll figure out something to put here eventually]

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[applechemist]

Yours is probably better, since you only have one roommate.

Plus, my room isn't very romantic.

[ What with the conspiracy board taking up a whole wall because she both Lives With and Is Herself a crazy person. Also she does not really think too deeply about choosing the word 'romantic' here. It's fine. Don't worry about it. Normal coworker stuff etc. ]

[airshipped]

[ Wait no?? He might be out of it, but that's so different that he can't help his brain from latching on. ]

... You want it to be romantic?

[applechemist]

Well - you know! You're supposed to set the mood, right...?!

[ It's not weird! Don't make it weird! Why does she sound so unsure of her own answer! ]

[airshipped]

[ maybe it's not weird but... ]

I haven't been setting the mood at all... Escha, I'm sorry.

[ she definitely deserves the best, after all. ]

[applechemist]

[ Oh no, she didn't mean to put all the responsibility on him! ]

It's okay! I don't think it should just be up to you alone!

[airshipped]

So... Both of us should work together for a romantic mood?

[ That seems doable, but- ]

I haven't really thought about what makes something romantic before. Have you?

[applechemist]

[ She nods. Yes that sounds like the reasonable conclusion, here. ]

Um... Roses?

[ What is an romance. ]

[airshipped]

I... Don't think I've seen those around the ship.

[ And even if he did, he couldn't remember where. ]

Have you seen any flowers?

[applechemist]

I think there are some plants in the gift shop, but they don't look like they have blossoms.

[ Hmm... What else is romantic? This place is all about sex, but it's not necessarily a... Romantic ship... ]

[airshipped]

Kissing? That's usually considered romantic, isn't it?

[ They've circled right back around to it. ]

But that's not really the setting.

[applechemist]

Yeah, we'll do that more from now on.

[ The kissing thing was already settled, it's fine! But setting. Hmm... ]

Oh! What about candles?

[airshipped]

Are there candles that aren't there ritual ones? We probably shouldn't use those.

[applechemist]

That... Would be bad.

But I haven't noticed any others around, so I guess candles aren't an option, either.

[airshipped]

Hmm... This is harder than I thought it would be.

How about this? Is there anything you'd like?

[applechemist]

Something I'd like...? Um, I can't think of anything in particular.

What about you?

[airshipped]

No matter where we are, as long as it's you, I'm happy.

[ he wouldn't have said that any other week, but he can't see the issue with saying something like that now. ]

[applechemist]

That was why I couldn't think of anything, too.

I guess the other details really aren't all that important, as long as we're together.

[airshipped]

Maybe that's what makes it romantic?

[ That sounds right. ]

Huh... Does that mean something for us?

[applechemist]

[ Hm. ]

... Like what?

[airshipped]

Like... You can tell me if I'm completely wrong, but doesn't this seem like more that just co-workers?

[applechemist]

Well... Yes. But people say that about us all the time.

[ So it's kind of lost meaning to her a little bit. Still, she thinks it over for a moment. ]

Isn't it just because we're in a place like this that any of this is coming up...?

[airshipped]

People are still saying that?

[ why would they stop? ]

I wonder if that's all there is to it.

[applechemist]

People are always saying it.

[ Why would they stop???? Anyway just enjoy wondering about that, Escha definitely doesn't have any theories about it. It's a mystery! ]

[airshipped]

I figured if we were coworkers for long enough it would be obvious we were just coworkers.

[Because clearly??? that's all they are.]

[applechemist]

It gets worse the longer we're together.

[ Maybe it's because you say shit like that, Escha?! Anyway she's got idiot brain curse, so she forgot the 'no talking about the future' agreement they have. ]

Has Clone asked us about grandkids yet? [ When is that, like, year one? Two? Ugh. ]