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Hey! Hey man. What's up?

[ Good start. Fuck. Odin's outside, under the stars, anchored against the shuttle in the same spot where he-- where it happened. He's crouched in place, breathing hard. He came out here to be away from prying eyes from inside the station, and he knew - of all the places on the shuttle Poe would avoid, this would probably be the most likely safe zone.

Plus - this is where Odin comes, when he's a glutton for punishment. When after spending a day avoiding Poe or laughing with him like things haven't changed, he needs to hide away somewhere private so he can review the version of the show beamed down to earth. This is where he goes when he opens his phone and watches the latest episode and zooms in on Poe's reaction to something he did, or something he said, and he hates himself a little more.

This is where he goes to watch Poe text someone else. This is where he reads into every expression he makes, wishing he could see the conversation.

He didn't watch much, today, but his oxygen tank is almost empty from how long it took for him to get the nerve to reach out. ]

Um, so, I know this is kind of a ridiculously early thing to worry about, But, I've pre-signed myself on to a lot of interviews for after the show? And like, talk show appearances and stuff. I just kinda put my name on any piece of paper they put in front of me, so... yeah. I don't even know what I've gotten myself into, for the most part? I've probably got an agent to direct me or whatever. Oh! No, wait. The cover of that magazine thing I won. That's something I know for sure I'm gonna do. Remember that? I dunno if you're getting one of those either, but-- Anyway. I know they're going to ask about, like, the stupid stuff that happened, when they interview me. The, between us stuff. So do you want me try and say, like, "no comment, yo!", or do you want me to be all, like, "yeah we're buddies and it's all good now and I'm totally gonna be the best man at his wedding!", or like, Anything else? Because, like, I don't want to say the wrong thing and get people on your back. Also, I'm kind of a doofus? Odin Dark, He of the Infinite Jests, Wicked Tornado of Mayhem and Mischief, they call me. So, I need some time to prepare, and get my tactic right, or I'm gonna fuck it up. I would've asked later, but, If I don't start practicing now I'm gonna mess it up.

[He doesn't reply right away - mostly because he was in the sonic shower trying to get rid of the burrito in his stubble - but even then he takes a while to think about it first.]

it's alright, it's a good question

i think i'm going to bail on my interviews

don't worry about what you say about it. they're going to twist it anyway, and i can handle whatever they come up with.

i'm not going to tell you to not be yourself. that's up to you.

fair warning, though, everyone in the industry is a pack of vipers

so if you need any of them off your back, let me know

i have connections

[ His oxygen supply is getting lower. He's gonna have to head inside soon. He doesn't want to. ]

Don't worry. I can do my own murder. I've put my sword through more than one throat. Ddddddick joke.

[ He stares at his phone. He hates himself? He hates himself. ]

Why are you bailing?

i've had more than enough television exposure to last me 18 life times. it's making me edgy, and i'd probably end up punching a reporter or something

same with the job

i'm done, i just want to go back to flying

Ahahaha! Yeah, I can see it. My exposure's pretty much entirely limited to posing in cool ways when a camera sees me? So. There's still a charge in this sacred chalice. My glorious flow has yet to be... stoppered? Mm. Something.

[ he-- wants to gloss over the flying comment, wants to avoid this conversation getting personal. if their conversations stay anything other than... light, or surface-level, it's going to make moving on from this a lot harder. ]

You've probably already thought of doing this - if not recently, then in the past, maybe - But I'm sure the government has programs in place for imPorts to help them in a more strictly militaristic fashion, rather than just being on call for the solo missions we're issued when registered. If you wanted to fly-- I mean, it'd be primitive technology, compared to what you're used to-- But why not look into signing up for, like,

[ He stares at his phone, at the words "the air force", then just backspaces them. This is stupid. Poe wouldn't need him to suggest that, if it was something he wanted, and-- telling a soldier to fall back on being a soldier is great, in theory, but he's pretty sure Poe would find the same kind of disappointing freedom working for the US airforce as he found up here, in the shuttle. So - he takes a deep breath. ]

What are X-Wings made of? If I asked you to draw one, would you be able to? Both the interior and the exterior. Humor me.

yeah. i've been thinking about it.

Though i would try to figure it out once we're back on the planet
doing anything up here is just likely to backfire on me

[he pauses, thinking about it.]

probably. i'm not much of a draftsman, but, i could try

Edited 2017-11-29 20:21 (UTC)

[ Odin selfishly just goes ahead and thinks that's-- an insult, maybe, or an attack on him. Anything Poe does up here is gonna backfire because of him, right? 'Cause he's gonna get in the way? Great. Cool.

That fucking bubble showing someone is typing for far too long sure is going around a lot these days. Eventually, though - ]

If you get the time, try to draw it out. As soon as possible. In the meantime -

[ He's sure Poe's gonna say no to this. He can't want anyone else in his head, after Loma, his daughter, the haunted house. But... ]

Can I write a dream for you? The next time you're up to it. I wanna try something. I'll let you read it before I cast it.

[No, nothing to do with you, Odin. Remember the bit about punching reporters? He wasn't kidding.]

alright, i'll give it a shot

[There's another long pause. He doesn't think about Loma or the house or Ren. He just remembers the conversation that he and Owain had about this. The painful twinge is impossible to ignore.]

yeah
okay
maybe i'd be able to sleep again

[ Owain's gone.

His suit is buzzing in his ear now, warning Odin he's about to run out of oxygen. He looks to the stars, takes a deep breath. Fuck. ]

Free now?

yeah

just got out of the shower so give me a minute

[ Odin reads this message.

He thinks of the guy Poe loves, the two of them showering together, being together, claiming Poe, taking Poe away.

He THROWS HIS PHONE INTO FUCKING SPACE.

He just stands there, watching it go. Great. Cool. GREAT. COOL! BYE! HE ANGRILY RAISES BOTH MIDDLE FINGERS AND JUST WAVES HIS ARMS AS HARD AS HE CAN, FLIPPING OFF HIS SHITTY STUPID PHONE WITH ALL THE STRENGTH IN THE WORLD AS IT DRIFTS OFF OUT INTO SPACE. BYE! BYE!!!!! BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF! FUCK! FUCK

He sits down. His suit is beeping a little louder now.

fuck.

fine.

Mental network access until he gets back to Earth, he guesses. He sighs and fogs up his helmet. ]

Cool. Thanks. Meet you in the confessional.

Edited 2017-11-29 20:58 (UTC)

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