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[flightforfreedom]

You've reached Poe Dameron. I'm off flying something or trying not to get killed, so go ahead and leave a message and I'll get back to you eventually.

 

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[cleptes]

Yeah, I wish you could do that too, but suppose I'll just have to settle being in a space station instead.

[She does know what he meant. And she also hopes that she loves it, even with the risks.]

Things like what? Since you brought it up, I have to know now so I can prepare myself.

[But hey, he's smiling. That's a good thing.]

[flightforfreedom]

Well, anything involving a friction, for example... Any kind of rocking motion-- [He grins wickedly at her.]

You'd think that sex in space would be amazing - and it is - but not in zero gee. Mostly it just ends up with someone being accidentally pushed into a bulkhead and needing to go to the infirmary.

[cleptes]

[She finds herself laughing, imagination running wild at the thought of having sex in space.]

You know, that did actually cross my mind, but ouch. I don't even know if there will be an infirmary on board so maybe I should be careful. [A wink. She's teasing.]

What about sleep? Is it difficult to do in zero gee?

[flightforfreedom]

Not really. Not if you strap yourself in. The weirdest part is dealing with how most of your blood goes to your head. So everyone looks like they're flushed, all the time.

Your body isn't as used to circulating it, without gravity.

[cleptes]

Right. That makes sense. I'm glad to have a friend who's an expert on all things space related.

[Instead of reaching for her glass, Bela grabs the bottle instead and takes a swig, holding it out to him.]

The food will probably be in those weird containers - the vacuum sealed ones. God, I hope there's alcohol on board.

[flightforfreedom]

[Poe happily takes the bottle, and takes a drink himself, giving her a little squeeze around the shoulders as he did so.]

Look, it's the best way to eat. All you have to do is grab a packet and you're ready to go - no muss, no fuss, and look you now have ice cream.

But don't worry. Peter and I already have a plan about the alcohol.

[cleptes]

Yeah, but I probably wouldn't enjoy the ice cream as much.

[Bela reaches for the bottle and drinks from it, snuggling in against him. He's warm and comfortable.]

Good for you and Peter. I've only really spoken to him the once, but he seems like a nice guy.

Am I allowed to know this plan?