INBOX ( meadowlark )

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[Clarke breathes a sigh of relief. Her response takes a few minutes, when she was responding rather swiftly before.]

You know, it's funny. Ball told us that we'd go to the gates and find answers for what we are.

What if that's why he saw this now?

[realists]

Seems likely.

I think we need to speak with Ball again, he knows more than he's telling.

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I know Loki and Quentin were looking into it. I can see if they made any progress.

[realists]

Probably a better idea than mine.

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Which was?

[realists]

A large billboard that said "hey Ball call me you son of a Hutt"

[ an adult ]

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[A ... Hutt ...]

How can someone be the son of a shack?

[realists]

Imagine the most disgusting thing in the entire galaxy. Then add slime and mucus and seven tonnes. That's a Hutt. They're even more disgusting once they speak.

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This is where I'm glad that we only have humans in my universe.

[realists]

[ jyn attaches a quick digital sketch of a hutt; it looks like shit but that might not be jyn's inexpert art skills. that might just be hutts in general. ]

What you don't want to live in the same galaxy as that?

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[What the ...]

I'll give it a pass.

That looks like fecal matter.

[realists]

I find if very charming that you didn't say it looks like shit.

[ adorable. ]

Do you think a billboard would work? He likes people showing off for him, right?

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Loki has his E-Mail address.

[realists]

[ how the fuck ]

That's weird.

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I've had breakfast with the man myself. I don't think we have to resort to billboards.

[realists]

And yet does anyone know his actual name?

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I think Loki does, if he has his E-Mail. I'm hoping he cooperated with Quentin, but it's hard to say with Loki.

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Maybe his pants are so tight it restricts the blood to his brain.

[ is now not the time to drag loki's fashion sense? oh well, that is how they met, she won't let it die. ]

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I'm not sure blood flow is really an issue for him.

[This remark has too many layers and she mentally types it and then ... sends it into the wind.]

[realists]

Making me think about that is cruel.

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Your reference, not mine.

[realists]

EUGH

[ ah, cool, the implant can translated the disgusted noise she made ]

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You're welcome.

[realists]

Our farms are going to have a fence now.

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All because of Loki's tight pants.