[voice]

[alittlesweptup]

[The voice on the network may not technically be shouting, but there's a distinctly hard edge to the words that easily translates into 'Oh my god I can't even believe this right now.']

Oi! Anyone using fire to deal with this nonsense had better knock it right off! I don't care if your fire's made of magic, Harry Potter, it's still probably burning up oxygen when you use it to light these bastards up-- and I don't know if you've noticed, but we're in bloody space.

[There's a beat, a sharp intake of breath as Charlie wills himself to not flip the nearest table. Finally, in a low steely tone:] We need oxygen for other things. Like, oh, breathing. Figure out a different way of doing things.

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[alittlesweptup]

Well I've got a water bottle with your name on it if you need it.

[Giiiiiirl, he's got your back.]

Not literally, mind. There aren't names on any of this shit. Though if you find me a marker, suppose I could fix that.

[hyanaimne]

[you should know better than to say things that can be taken literally to her, Charlie!!]

What difference would putting my name on it make?

[alittlesweptup]

[Oh for the love of--]

Nevermind. Sod it. The point is if you need a bit of a break from the hack and slash thing, I'm down round the far end of housing.

[hyanaimne]

Ah. Thank you, then. I will most likely take you up on that, albeit briefly.

[alittlesweptup]

Cheers then, darling. See you 'round.

[hyanaimne]

Mm. Stay safe over there.

[THERE IS NO WORRYING AT ALL HERE and before any accusations can be made, she ends the feed]