WE ALL SEEK JUSTICE AND NOBODY IS OKAY

[tenrules]

[Another murder, another investigation, another trial, another execution. Unlike last time, it wasn't self-defense, and although they caught him, she's pretty sure nobody is happy. It was sentencing someone to death, after all.

Knowing that, Dlanor writes something on the back of profiles she took from the bulletin board, passing them under the doors. When in a hurry, use what you have, and those profiles will be back sooner or later, anyway]

Please come to the train station. Let's spend some time in each other's company, for our sake

[If you decide to come, you'll find whoever wrote that note has been working hard to make things somewhat nice. There's a few...whatever we all have been using as cups all this time...filled with milk -- evaporated milk with some water, it seems. Tastes almost like normal milk. Dlanor also brought a few twigs and a small piece of log from the sawmull, and seems to be currently trying to make a fire. Some warmth should be nice, right?

Come on, everyone, let's sit around this bunch of wood and strengthten our bonds]

Comments

[junosteel]

[He swirls around his drink a little, resting his head on his hand.]

I guess. But how would we even know if he'd gone through with his promise? It's not like we can call up our friends and be like, "Hey, guys, how's everything back at home? This guy threatened to destroy the world, is it still standing?"

[He takes a swig.]

I dunno. This is just shitty.

[hydrazine]

We don't know. We just have to... deal with that.

[A small sigh.]

I wouldn't mind some of that whiskey right now.

[junosteel]

[Juno raises an eyebrow, but he holds out the bottle for her to take.]

Don't get too crazy. You wouldn't wanna end up like me.

[hydrazine]

[Something about that statement makes her face sour for a moment, more than it might if it registered as a simple joke. She doesn't speak to it, though, taking the bottle as he offers it. Her voice comes out as teasing, though a bit strained, when she speaks.]

There's an astronomically low chance of that happening.

[junosteel]

[He makes an amused scoffing noise as he shoves his hands into his pockets.]

You're right, you're way too smart to come close to being me.

[He seems...too tired to make any smart jokes right now.]

God, I just...want to sleep.

[hydrazine]

You're not that bad yourself.

[High praise.]

I mean, nothing's really stopping you. [Punctuated by a swig of whiskey, before she makes a face and hands it back to him.] Not as bad as moonshine, I guess.

[junosteel]

Gee, thanks.

[Said sarcastically. He takes the bottle back, but doesn't drink from it.]

Guess I'll just pass out right here on this station, hope that people won't mistake me for another dead body. Maybe catch a little hypothermia. That'll definitely improve my health.

Only ever tried Martian moonshine once. Never again.

[hydrazine]

I'll make sure to bring you out a blanket.

[She makes a face.]

One of my friends knew how to make it so it wasn't so disgusting. Dare I ask how you make Martian moonshine, though?

[junosteel]

[He lets out a single, dry laugh.]

Let me just say three ingredients: half a ghost pepper, a blaster cartridge, and two cups of pure synthesized alcohol. Sound like something you'd want to drink?

[hydrazine]

I might have a better answer if I knew what a pepper is. I'm going to guess it's something that makes it disgusting on the whole, although the last two seemed to manage that.

[junosteel]

Oh. Right. It's an extremely spicy vegetable--at least, I think it's a vegetable? Makes your mouth burn like hell for a solid hour or so. Now, I can appreciate spicy food, but that's just taking it to another level.

[He takes a drink, smirking a little.]

[hydrazine]

Why would they add that to a drink that already burns when it goes down? Your planet is backwards.

[Once he's done, she holds her hand out for the bottle again.]

[junosteel]

Some people get a kick out of it and make it a dare. And some people are just masochists.

[He gives her back the bottle, tilting his head.]

What, like there aren't messed up things that exist or happen on any of the other planets?

[hydrazine]

[She takes another swallow before setting it on the ground between them.]

That's not what I said. Also, willingly eating food that's only going to hurt you with no benefit is ridiculous no matter what planet it's from.

[junosteel]

Not even if there are ten thousand creds riding on it?

[His tone is teasing, and he scratches the back of his head.] Kidding, of course. The only reason I even tried Martian moonshine is 'cus I was practically force fed it.

[Police academy hazing isn't really fun. Especially when half of the cops there hate your guts.]

So, what do you mean?

[hydrazine]

I'm assuming a cred is some form of currency, but more importantly, who force fed you moonshine?

[She pauses.]

I thought it was pretty clear. What part are you wondering about?

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[junosteel]

[Juno shrugs.] Other officers, back in my HCPD days. Uh, that's the police force in Hyperion City. It's a way to, uh...measure up the new recruits. Gotta say, I'm pretty sure they just wanted to see the newbies to puke up their guts for like a week.

[He shakes his head.] I dunno. Forget it. It's been a long day.

[hydrazine]

Oh, Mae told me what the police are. [A smile.] The closest thing we have back home is the guard. Gotta say, I can't really picture you doing that.

[A pause.]

Being in the guard, not drinking.

[junosteel]

[He shrugs.] Eh. I was different back then. More naive, ready to spring into action and clean up Hyperion City. That fell through pretty quick once I realized the place was just as corrupt as the city it was supposed to protect.

...But, I will admit, if I hadn't gone to the HCPD in the first place, I probably wouldn't have gotten as good at sharpshooting as I did.

[hydrazine]

Sucks. [But it sounds like she isn't too surprised by it, either.]

What made you realize?

[junosteel]

Didn't take too long, to be honest. First, I saw the money they were being handed under the table--literally, and figuratively. Then, when I complained about it, I nearly got fired. Then it kept going from there.

[He leans back a little, scratching his chin.]

Initially, I thought I could've changed something about it. But I was fighting a losing battle, and every day, I gained a few more enemies in the HCPD. Eventually, I just decided to leave.

[hydrazine]

[A pause, and then, with a bit more sincerity than is normal for her:]

Sorry it didn't work out for you.

[junosteel]

...

[He shrugs.]

It's fine. Whatever happens, happens.

[junosteel]

...

[He shrugs.]

It's fine. Whatever happens, happens.

[hydrazine]

[A humorless, dry laugh.]

Pretty depressing way to look at things.