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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · Feb 16
Ajla Vatrashi.
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 2d
be hard for *you* but if you follow *my* lead, you'll be fine. Okay?'
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 2d
'This isn't you,' Ajla said. 'Why are you panicking? That won't do anything. It just wastes energy. And anyway, you got lucky,' With a little smirk. 'You landed here with *me*.

'Don't call it space pool. That'll show you're an outsider. Keep your head down and don't make a noise. I know that'll
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 3d
as soon as we can and don't look back. The bar' - Ajla called it that because she also didn't know its 'true' name, and locals rarely shout out the names of buildings they're inside of, least of all when drunk, the whole universe over - 'will have something. People who know how to get out of here.'
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 3d
teleportation. The way I see it, we have two choices: The miracle won't come to us, so we'll have to find it. Or, we accept this, and we make it work. Either way, this shitty planet isn't the way forward. It's cold, drinking's illegal and it's *messing up my hair*. We should get off this planet
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 3d
might not have been invented yet, no?' Ajla's tone is clear yet direct. She speaks the facts as she knows them, and little else. Her attempt to be friendly, to comfort Daisy.

'I remember the lights flickering, do you? When Joel . . . Zapped us. So *maybe* it needs a lot of power, too, like
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 3d
she offers, taking the next chip right out of her hand and eating it with only the slightest grimace.

'Let's be practical. To get home, we'd need someone or some*thing* that has that similar weird *power* to Joel, right? *Or* some kind of . . . Time and space machine. As far as we know, those
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 3d
Ajla scoffs, opening her mouth to say something unkind to Daisy, but halts herself. If Daisy's optimism is failing, it must be bad. Ajla, in fact, is less troubled; there's still just as much injustice and idiots for her to shake her head at here as there ever was back home. 'It's not a bad idea,'
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 6d
( She sticks her hand in the bag and wipes the dust on her fingers off on Joel's jacket. )
agentjoel.bsky.social joel @agentjoel.bsky.social · 6d
You said it. Hey, want a cheeto? You've *gotta* use your chopsticks though. You didn't lose them, *right*?
agentajla.bsky.social Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 6d
Americans are so lazy.
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 6d
Americans are so lazy.
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 6d
That's what a . . . a . . . what's the word, aragaz, a . . . cooker, that's what that's for!
agentdaisy.bsky.social your girlfriend of the week @agentdaisy.bsky.social · 6d
It's a pot full of noodles you add water and microwave it and then you eat it.
agentajla.bsky.social Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 6d
What is... Pot Noodle?
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 6d
What is... Pot Noodle?
agentdaisy.bsky.social your girlfriend of the week @agentdaisy.bsky.social · 6d
It's a new pot noodle flavor. Hungry?
agentajla.bsky.social Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 6d
What is this? This isn't your best work, Orson.
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 6d
What is this? This isn't your best work, Orson.
agentorson.bsky.social orson @agentorson.bsky.social · 6d
Instnant Grandma
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
'Any news?' she asks, looking expectantly at @agentdaisy.bsky.social for her status report.
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
Ajla takes off her snow mask and shakes her beautiful mess of curls out, her face reverting to its factory setting, what their co-worker, Orson, had once described as 'perpetually miffed'. Daisy's known Ajla long enough by now not to take it personally (not that she ever did.)
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
Earth's fairly different from here - for one, aliens are no more than an open secret at best there, one Daisy and Ajla were 'lucky' to be privileged to given their line of work in... Well, espionage, mostly, but anything to do with extraterrestrial life.
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
She's enjoying her fries when a hand touches her shoulder. She knows instinctively who it is. 'You made me drop a chip.' 'You'll live,' says her company, sitting across from her. Her name is Ajla Vatrashi, and not so long ago she was Daisy's coworker and friend on a far-off planet called Earth.
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
They're untouched, thank God. Slime-free. She almost loses her footing on the slime trail, but catches herself on another diner, a short red spiky.... man? She apologises, gets out of his way, takes her seat, and begins wolfing down like she hasn't eaten in just forever. Well, she hasn't.
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
Daisy doesn't speak their language; to her it sounds like what can only be described as 'if a xylophone could meow', whatever that means. They must be arguing, judging from the way one slithers off, grunting and huffing, and the other follows. Daisy takes the opportunity to lunge for the fries.
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
(she assumes - she doesn't actually know how they're made, just that they taste and look like french fries, and gets a gold star in *her* book). The slug couple wobble and jabber their arms, or at least limbs of *some variety*, gesticulating and waving like huge green Jell-O cups.
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
Daisy didn't know any of the recipes, nevermind how to pronounce them. All she can think of is those fries, how they're probably cold by now; poor things, peeled, diced, fried, wrapped up and left on a table to be picked at
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
She lets out a groan a hell of a lot like Homer Simpson's, snapping her out of her reverie and causing her to sit up at her bench in the eatery, a circular brightly-lit building full of booths and benches, latches in the walls with stands of different kinds of exotic, alien cuisine.
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
In a less philosophical mood, Daisy Van Blair has been watching a slug couple for half an hour now. They have a bowl full of what looks like French fries back home, and her mouth is watering like hell.
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
find yourself enough leverage to slip through the cracks and end up in a cargo hold. Or, failing both of those, there's force - nothing gets you off-world quicker than the plastic hokey coffins, launched on a one-way trip into the vacuum.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
Or the opposite; If you were just trouble enough, and if you hung out in the right bars, slept on the right air grates during the small hours, when the warm air kicks in and carries secrets through its vents potent enough to ferment a whole other kind of contraband, that of information, you might
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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 7d
Sure, it's possible to leave Himsa, if you fill in all your paperwork and you're a good citizen, on one of the Transidyne-owned shuttles once a Transidyne-sponsored calendar month to a Transidyne property in some other backwater part of the galaxy.
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