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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."


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[whizbangs]

I bet.

[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?

[shoubai]

[ he's getting a sneaking suspicion that he may well find carol and his ship run off one day, an elopement most amazing. he wouldn't be the least bit surprised.

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?

[whizbangs]

No harm at all.

[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?