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[certifiably]

How far would you go to accomplish your greatest goal?

((Sleeping for the night! Will pick up old and new threads tomorrow.))

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[misswexler]

Pr....etty far?

[misswexler]

Can't you die?

[certifiably]

Why would that matter?

[misswexler]

Dying doesn't bother you? [you did tell her to guess]

[certifiably]

This isn't really a question of me dying.

[misswexler]

Huh....well, isn't that why most people see death as a big thing? Knowledge of their own mortality?

[takeme2urpants]

Fascinating question, no? I wonder what prompted it.

[misswexler]

[whhhholy shit]

[takeme2urpants]

Hm?--Ah. Yes.

Good evening. I am an alien named Admiral ZEX. And you are?

[misswexler]

...I'm Caroline Wexler.

[takeme2urpants]

A pleasure, Miss Wexler.

Interesting choice in icebreaker, yes?

[misswexler]

[grappling for equilibrium in 3...2...1] Are you kidding? It sounds like something out of a B-movie poster. The cheap kind, with inspirational messages that contradict themselves.

[takeme2urpants]

Hee hee hee! Well, I did not say inspired. I simply wonder what prompted the asking.

[misswexler]

[her voice becomes a little strained] There can't be much else to do in camp.

[takeme2urpants]

For the non-creative, perhaps. Have you found your own ways of passing the time, Miss Wexler?

[misswexler]

Camp occupied my time for me. [attempts a joking tone that falls a little flat, smile strained] I was happier when I was bored.