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[dog_eat_dog]

Absolutely. When and where?

[14thcommander]

start in the lounge and we can take it to my quarters?? not a come on

[dog_eat_dog]

Haha, sounds great. Closest to a pub crawl this place has.

[14thcommander]

hahahahahaha

See you in 15?

[dog_eat_dog]

Yep

[And she’s there on time, dressed in a turtleneck and jeans; it’s been easy here to dress a little nicer every month, but still practical.]

[14thcommander]

Hange doesn't make Tess wait. She is quite punctual, especially when meeting with inmates, actually. The nicer clothes do not draw comment from her. She does not read Tess as a person who wants a large to-do made over these things.

Hange herself looks pretty gaunt. Dark circles under her eyes, complexion a bit off. She unlocks the door with her warden item and gestures Tess ahead without bringing up her own peaked appearance though.

"How's things, Tess?"

[dog_eat_dog]

Tess isn't one to remark much on other people either, but she does take notice –– funny, how dark circles and marks of illness or malnutrition and things along those lines have gone from completely unremarkable to something noteworthy. Tess doesn't remark, though. It'll come up soon enough.

"A few shitty weeks, but nothing too insane," she replies, heading in. "How about you?"

[14thcommander]

"I've been comatose! I was comatose for most of that. It's absolutely unsettling, you know - I didn't lose muscle mass and don't need to do any conditioning to regain strength, and I was flat on my back for weeks. Absolutely unnatural. Absolutely fascinating. I would dearly like to know how the Admiral does it, if he does."

We're a titch manic tonight.

[dog_eat_dog]

"Some sort of cryo-sleep or something?" Tess ponders. She knows fuck all about any of that stuff, but it's an amusing conversation prospect, a good prospect with drinks. "Like they did with Walt Disney's head."

[14thcommander]

"Like they did what with whose head?"

This sounds like an amazing story. Please regale her. Hange leads the way over to the bar and waits til she catches the bartender's eye. "Neat bourbon for me."

[dog_eat_dog]

"Whiskey Sour," Tess orders, and then claws through her memories. Jesus, how does she explain Walt fucking Disney? "Ah, Disney was this guy who made animated movies, but he was also an inventor. One of those visionary types who sticks his fingers in everything."

[14thcommander]

"What does that have to do with cryo-sleeping his head?"

[dog_eat_dog]

"When he was dying of something incurable, he had his people freeze his head, thinking someday in the future they'd have the technology to both cure him and give him a new body."

[14thcommander]

"... Fascinating. Fascinating."

Hange takes her drink and steps aside for Tess to move in, staring.

"I'm guessing... that never happened?"

[dog_eat_dog]

"I mean, not yet," she replies, leaning against the bar. And probably not ever, given the lights definitely aren't on at Disney anymore. "But even if he failed, who knows how many other rich inventors have contingency plans like that?"

[14thcommander]

"I guess... if the brain were perfectly preserved - theoretically, if someone were able to take a DNA sample from remaining tissue - they could possibly regrow the body with the right setup and then hook the brain on in..."

CoUlD iT wOrK??? Holy shit.

She died falling, wreathed in flame. Nothing so pristine left to preserve. They could have taken Erwin's head, though.

[dog_eat_dog]

"They'd probably need the brain for the memories, right? But everything else could be swapped out for anything else."

She guesses! What the fuck does one body matter over another, as long as it works well?

"I mean, it'd be nice to have a familiar body, but you could also be stronger, or faster, or hotter."

[14thcommander]

"True, true. No reason to get unduly attached to a shell if you can do better."

Once drinks are in hand, Hange moves them along to a booth. Most of her drink gets thrown back in a swallow. This was an excellent idea, because she's obsessed with the idea of cryo-sleep now and will be thinking about it for days.

[dog_eat_dog]

Tess chuckles, going marginally slower with her own drink.

"Right? Ditch old scars, too, be as careless as you want when you can just replace it."

[14thcommander]

"Aaah... it would have made fighting so much easier. Not that we would have had anything close to the needed technology, at home."

She leaves the drink for a bit, leans back in the booth, lets her eye slit briefly closed.

"Bad weeks for you? Anything you need a hand with, or...?"

[dog_eat_dog]

"Not at our home either. Nice to dream, though."

Tess smiles. A joke about revenge floats on her lips, but for all the fun she is, Hange is still a warden.

"Nah, nothing I can't sort out myself, or won't sort itself out with time," she replies. "Love life bullshit."

[14thcommander]

Hange accepts the rebuff amiably. The nice thing about Tess is she's another human, another adult, another woman from a meanspirited and hardbitten world. She is not Hange's inmate and Hange is not the one who must worry over her in that sense.

"Love troubles, huh? Aheheh. There's always a lot of that going around here."

[dog_eat_dog]

"Ridiculous, isn't it. All this space and time stuff, alternate universes and mind-warping, sometimes we're on a train and sometimes we're raising eggs, and there's still juuust enough time for down-to-earth drama."

She passes her glass between her hands.

"Guy I was seeing wants to take a break, and then my partner showed up when all the people were getting switched around."

[14thcommander]

"He was disruptive, then? To your guy?"

Erwin did not give a shit about the network and did not make himself known there.

[dog_eat_dog]

"I don't think they met each other, it was just real whiplash for me," she replies. "Moron warden, on the other hand, did talk to my moron partner, and neither of them really enjoyed that conversation, so... thanks guys."

She raises her glass in mock toast.

"How about yours?"