IC Contact: Drift Fleet

[helladoomed]

Yo you've reached Chloe. If it's before ten, what the hell man hang up and call me when I'm awake. If it's after ten, I'm probably screening you. Leave something and I'll call you back. Maybe.

No promises.

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[delincuente]

[Alex steps out of her shuttle with a lazy wave. The year and a half of added age are immediately apparent - her hair has grown down long past her shoulders, and she's no longer baby-faced and narrow as a stick. However, the baggy cow-print space suit hanging unzipped around her waist is a classic call-back to her typical goofiness.]

Hey, Price. Super-long time, no see.

[helladoomed]

Yeah. You too. [Chloe smirked as she pushed off the wall, looking the other girl over.] I like the pants. Very you.

[A beat, and then you know what? Alex was getting a hug. Sorry Alex.]

[delincuente]

[Alex makes a vague noise of protest, but doesn't fight the gesture off too hard. After a couple of moments, she even wriggles her arms free to hug back.]

I'm guessing you didn't miss me at all, then.

[helladoomed]

Not a bit.

[Chloe grinned as she stepped back, making a show of brushing her hands off, and then turned around.]

Come on, I got a thing to show you.

[delincuente]

'Kay.

[Hands in her cow-print pockets, Alex slouches after her.]

[helladoomed]

So, remember those garden supplies you duplicated for me from the community garden? I put them to use. Had to do it the slow way, since that girl with the planet powers got ported out for a while. But still.

[As she talks, Chloe leads her to a small, out of the way door, punches in an unlock code, and then shoulders it open and holds it for her.]

But I'm pretty happy with the results.

[Inside is, in fact, a fairly decent looking pot farm. Dark and light areas for different growing times, and a good forty plants at this point.]

Tadaa.