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[acreage]

WHO: Amos Burton, James Holden, Wysteria, Ellis, and YOU
WHAT: Two spacemen fall out of a rift, later explore scenic Kirkwall
WHEN: Nnnnowish? Waves hands
WHERE: The Wounded Coast, then Kirkwall
NOTES: A closed arrival thread, plus open individual threads for meeting Amos and/or Jim after their quarantine period.

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[innerharbor]

Amos has never seen a goat, or a cow, and is about two hundred years late on the last buffalo. She is, for all intents and purposes, talking about cartoon animals.

"Tastes like blood." Real meat does. He'd never thought about it, but it makes sense.

[windyvoice]

Uh.

"Like a lot of blood? 'Cus it probably shouldn't be like... super bloody."

[innerharbor]

Now that they're having a proper conversation, Amos turns the lights on, and smiles with empty cheer. "Nah. Just that coppery taste, like after a fight."

[windyvoice]

Welp, that's a big ol' yikes for her.

She wrinkles her nose, "That's weird, my dude. Do you like get hit in the face a lot?"

[innerharbor]

A small shrug. His smile stays in place, not reaching his eyes. "I always win."

[windyvoice]

"I mean, neat, but like less neat if you're still getting hit in the face a lot, bud. They don't have CAT scans here, ya know."

[innerharbor]

Still smiling, he goes back to his food. "That's not gonna keep me up at night."

[windyvoice]

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Big scary man no fear concussion."

[innerharbor]

A quiet hmm, mostly because he thinks it's what you're supposed to do; there's no evidence of forethought here. "I've had some before. Probably will again."

There's no ego in his voice, no evidence of bragging, either.

[windyvoice]

Okay, he's definitely a super weirdo that gives off mad creepy vibes, but once again not something that's literally ever stopped her before.

"As long as you're not like actively going out after 'em," she says, "I dunno if magic fixes extensive brain damage and it would totally suck to like go in a coma here."

[innerharbor]

There's a thought. Amos chews a bit more slowly, before looking over at the girl again. "Don't they have DNR orders?"

[windyvoice]

He gets a raised eyebrow for his trouble, "I mean they haven't gotten all the way through figuring out how germs work. So like I dunno if it would matter if they did, ya know?"

[innerharbor]

Fair enough. "That's a fuckin' relief."

[windyvoice]

"Were you like a fighter or something where you're from. You're like one of those old traditionalist orcs."

[innerharbor]

Squint. "The fuck's an orc? Is that a thing here?"

[windyvoice]

"Nah, though I guess the qunari are kinda like them. But I haven't seen that many so." She shrugs, "Anyway, orcs are mostly really tall and big. The ones who are like the traditionalists are all like super muscley and scarred up and like. Ruthless warriors that make man and elf tremble when they pass kinda guys. You got that kind of vibe"

[innerharbor]

The same squinting expression, if somehow more cheerful. "That makes even less sense than elves."

[windyvoice]

"Uh, they totally make sense? Like they're normal." She squints back, "Are you from one of those weird places that's just like humans."

[innerharbor]

Spoilers for The Expanse Season 1, Book 1: "Nope."

that tag took me out and i almost forgot to respond

[windyvoice]

"Sooo, you don't have elves or orcs... Dwarves? What about like fairies?"

i have done my duty.

[innerharbor]

This is all a lot of words that mean nothing to him. He's genuinely tempted to tell her to ask Holden, but there's no remote way he can justify that beyond 'I didn't wanna deal with it', and that's just not good behavior. So the fake cheer folds back into a blank expression, his tone just as empty. "Not that I fucking know of."

[windyvoice]

She's a little bit sure somewhere in there is a Fuck off, but it's hard to tell if the return of that blank stare is a Fuck Off or him just turning off that weird fake expression. And the other thing is now she wants to know. "So? What is it?"

[innerharbor]

For some reason, this seems like a bad idea, but he can't identify why. "Aliens on Venus."

[windyvoice]

"For real?" A slow grin spreads on her face, "Are you fucking with me? Cus that totally sounds like some old horny scifi shit."

[innerharbor]

Amos grimaces at the word horny. "You talk. A lot."