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HOUSE #1470
mayo ✧ little shit ✧ loving daughter

"You've reached Carol Danvers, aka Captain Marvel. I'm not here, leave a message!
If it's urgent... uh. Leave it urgently."
speed dial
steve
sakamoto
gremlin
mayo ✧ little shit ✧ loving daughter

"You've reached Carol Danvers, aka Captain Marvel. I'm not here, leave a message!
If it's urgent... uh. Leave it urgently."
speed dial
steve
sakamoto
gremlin
( call | text | voicemail | mail | action )
no subject
The Kairinmaru! The beauty and pride of the fleet! You won't find a finer merchant vessel this side of the galaxy!
[ boasts, bright and proud, and not a whit of shame about it. he'll boast and brag about his company, his crew, all day until he's hoarse. ]
no subject
[kairinmaru, the chances of her actually remembering that are pretty slim, but that's okay; carol plans on having many more conversations with him about this ship.
but as for the one already at hand.]
How fast? What does she run on?
[and then, a note of almost childlike reverence and excitement fluttering very close to the surface:]
Can I see the engines?
no subject
probably. ]
Of course you can. It's not much to look at right now, none of the ship's main cores or power stations are running, but--
[ he takes a step away from the chair, heads for the door. ]
No harm in a peek, right?
no subject
[and she falls into step beside him, with a last cursory glance around the bridge, thinking I'll be back for you later. elopement is probably a safe bet, all things considered.
carol's boots tap-tap along, left arm jostling in its sling, and her face loses not one iota of its jubilance as she walks.]
So tell me, anyway, how long have you been the eminent spacefaring businessman I see before me?