goneawaycomms | Carolina

Yeah, I didn't wanna say anything about your obvious beef back in the day when you were more likely to shoot us, but I picked up on that.

[ Ah, memories. ]

For what it's worth, I don't think it'll go bad-bad. Maybe not as good as it could. Not the worst. He kinda trusts me already, y'know? If he's picking up on that when I'm just a Sim trooper he didn't even meet yet, I think you're gonna get more vibe clearance right off than any of the rest of us could. Wash told me himself that he thinks it's still in there somewhere. So, uh.

Don't sneak up on him and you'll be fine. Seeing how it doesn't fuckin' matter if he wants us on his side figuring out what happened or not anyway.

[ There are only 2 friendship speeds: "you know what, I fucking hate you" and "let's go gang time to kill, die, or destroy the universe for someone." It's cool and healthy. ]

[ If his memory is still in there, maybe there's hope they can drag it back out. It's only fair to return the favor, after all. It makes her feel slightly better, but only slightly. ]

He knows I'm coming, so at least I don't have to worry about sneaking up on him.

[ She hasn't been on this side of the "I'm helping you out of your self-destructive bullshit whether you like it or not" fence before, it's weird here. ]

...Thank you, Tucker.

Besides the thing with Wash, are you alright?

[ She's not the best at this part of looking out for other people, but being around the team she feels like she failed has done a lot to renew the commitment to trying. ]

Well, between the Wash thing and Jorgmund being Jorgmund and the Rig turning into Freelancer Central Station, I think it's pretty impressive that I'm still good to stay in the game. 'cause it's kinda been a bad fucking time all the way down.

You know how much having to think responsibly stresses me out. I'm like a betta fish. I'm good-looking and I can maybe kick another fish's ass, but I suck at stress.

[ Tucker's legacy of slow-burn internalized panic continues. He is still good to stay in the game, though. ]

But on the bright side, these bozos haven't even found an excuse to zap me yet. And I know I've been an annoying pain in the ass. So that's one for the win chart.

[ Tucker hasn't been zapped yet? Since when? Alright, that's not fair, Tucker has actually done a lot of maturing since Carolina met him and she can recognize it.

It takes one to know one. They have wildly different problems, but they also have greenish-blue character development solidarity. ]

Good.

Tucker, I am genuinely proud of you.

[ She will probably live to regret saying that, but they are trapped in a shitty corporate trash fire in an alternate universe with a broken best friend that she's on her way to go see. If you have something supportive to say to somebody, now is probably a good time. ]

You are? [ He almost sounds scandalized. No one else is even here to witness this moment. They'll never believe him.

In all seriousness, though, it means a lot to him to hear that. It means a lot to hear it sincerely from anybody at all, in Tucker's experience, but especially now given the circumstances. And especially if the anybody saying it is Carolina. ]

Uh, thanks. [ Tucker is an easy win. He enjoys a process of hearing that he didn't fuck up just being here in general. It brings him a mix of gratitude and relief that's always welcome in these trying times.

So he definitely has to recover from feeling his own vulnerabilities by flipping shit about it. Like Grif before her, Carolina does not escape. ]

"Carolina's favorite" is gonna look great on my resume.

[ Sigh. It's a world record Regrets speedrun. ]

Just be careful.

You can worry about your resume when we get out of this one alive.

[ Grim words, but her tone is stubbornly forcing them into the shape of a joke here. ]

I'll go talk to him and see what he says.

[ Ah, it was worth it. ]

Alright, go do your thing. I'll catch you later.

Carolina

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