[text; alias emily goldfinch]

[pop_of_color]

this place sucks. the porter sucks. humans suck. everything sucks.

fuck you, fuck everything, fuck everyone here.

someone get me fucking hammered or be willing to bone the fuck down.

[Someone’s girlfriend might have gone missing and sent back home without warning ... and someone may not be coping with it all too well.]

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private. video.

[flightforfreedom]

[He recognizes the alias.

And the tone. And with all his friends falling apart, he's already on high alert. He's on the ground now, at least.]

Rosa?

What happened?

Where you at? I'll come meet you.

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[knaval]

this is a mood
you wanna come to the junkyard?

it's not either of what you suggested but we can crush some cars or something

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[ghoulking]

Sometimes that feeling creeps on you.

What happened?

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[pop_of_color]

Fucking ... Just .. fucking .. [Her voice is shaky, but she's doing her best to make it sound like it's nbd. It's very obviously a bd.

After a long while, she exhales. The sound of a knife sharpening can be heard. She finally admits:]

Ruby's gone.

[pop_of_color]

fuck yeah let me crush the shit outta shit.

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[divaricate]

what is this place fucking up now? [as if it's not doing enough already, with powers and nanites going nuts.]

[text]

[pop_of_color]

people fucking disappear here without any fucking warning. what the fuck is that

[pop_of_color]

it just fucking takes people

what's the fucking point

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[flightforfreedom]

Well, shit. [It's not a dismissive tone. It's in the kind of tone he would take if someone told him there was a First Order offensive on the move that they didn't know about, and he was a hundred miles from his x-wing. It is the opposite of dismissive.

He runs a hand through his hair.]

... Fuck, Rosa, I'm sorry.

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[ghoulking]

It has always happened, every month.
I'm sorry someone you cared for left. It's always rough.

[divaricate]

Oh, *fuck when it does that*. (I know tone isn't a thing that carries over text, but read that sentence in a really pissed off/indignant tone.) Who ... got picked up by this place's whims?

[It's hard to keep track of everyone who comes and goes since it happens so damn much, and Wanda's a bit too sick now to even keep many tabs on people who aren't her family. Ruby was a good friend to Wanda though, and she'd feel bad for not noticing sooner.]

[pop_of_color]

I don't want anyone's pity. Even if it's someone I .... don't hate. [That means she likes you enough to probably call you a friend, Poe. She just doesn't .. y'know, use language like that.]

But yeah, it's fucking shit. It's the fucking shittiest thing that's happened since I've been here.

[flightforfreedom]

No pity, Rosa. I just can recognise a pile of shit for what it is. [Sympathy, not pity. Camaraderie, maybe.]

Look, you let me know where to be, and I'll be there in twenty minutes with enough booze to knock out an eight-legged horse.

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[cleptes]

Getting hammered and boning down are two things I'm not terrible at so dealers choice.

[knaval]

awesome i'm here already i was piling up some cars cause i was bored

[d33tached]

[Someone can relate - and for once he doesn't mind the language.]

I concur.

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[pummelgranite]

Hey, seen you around but don't think we've met. I've got the whiskey if you've got your bike.

[pop_of_color]

[Rosa used to go beserk at the mere hint of a suggestion of having someone in her own personal space. When the squad showed up during a case, she'd moved the next day. But she's been getting better at that. What's more, she, Jake, and Boyle had all moved into a house together. So things are changing in that regard.

Still, she doesn't want to just wallow at home. She needs to get some fresh air.

She decides on one of the local parks, one of the more deserted ones. She sends Poe the coordinates.]

I'm probably gonna go at it with my knives somewhere, maybe throw them at a fence or a tree or something, so just find me.

[flightforfreedom]

Alright. I'll be there.

Just -- don't throw a knife at the woman on the horse, okay?

[But before he can explain whatever the fuck that meant, the feed winks out.]

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[pop_of_color]

be right there

[She's on her bike and speeding to where Riptide is at the junkyard. She pulls in fifteen or twenty minutes later, decked in all-black, as per usual. She parks her bike off amidst some of the cars and out of the sight of the entrance, then slips off her helmet and rests it on the seat.]

Yo, asshole! Where are you?

[pop_of_color]

i know it fucking happens doesn't mean i have to be ok with it

[pop_of_color]

name was ruby.

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[9544]

[ Well, this is worrying. ]

hey

you know i'm always here to get sAUCED

but seriously what happened?

[pop_of_color]

porque no los dos

[pop_of_color]

what the fuck man yknow