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[emerges]

Not a bad haul, considering we're stranded in the middle of space. I mean, I always wondered why it can pick up the most random debris type items and not something helpful.

[gothchicklit]

Because that, my dear newbie Erica, would make life up here too fucking easy. Whoever's in charge has to make it as hard as they can possibly imagine. [ Okay, it could probably be harder, but still. ]

[emerges]

Newbie, huh? How long did you say you'd been here?

[gothchicklit]

Jump five was my first. [ She holds out her arm so Erica can see the tattoo. ]

[emerges]

[ erica pulls her own sleeve up so she can look at the "12" so eloquently etched onto her own arm and compare. it'd have been a full seven months between them -- and then some for both, since erica herself has been here awhile. ]

I feel like a cow.

[gothchicklit]

[ Letting out a quiet hum of agreement, October shifts so she can lean back against the wall. ] I think everybody does. Hell, I've wondered if that wasn't their intention, whoever "they" are that brought us here.