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Outside Milliways it is a nice day. Mostly blue skies, with just enough cloud to be picturesque. Just enough breeze to be pleasant, with the temperature pretty decent for mid-March.

The peace is spoiled by a loud sound not unlike that of a Black Hawk helicopter.

This would be because an Aerospatiale SA-2 Samson has been pulled from the skies of Pandora for a visit, and the pilot is flying the craft over the lake to land on the grass. It's a smooth landing, the two sets of rotors tilting as Trudy moves the controls, but she's far from pleased.

This fact is fairly audible should anyone approach once she climbs out (the cockpit window/door not moving until the blades have stopped spinning, of course). The normally easy-going and laidback pilot is swearing, fluently and multi-lingually, as she inspects her Samson for any damage (none).

This was not how the Chief Warrant Officer had planned on spending her first day flying again, no sir, it is not.

[ooc: *falls over* I love you all, but my brain is dead, so I'm going to have to call slowtime. Will pick up in the morning!]

tiny!tag: trudy chacon

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"It oughta be okay," he assures her. Then he gives her a sly look. "So, since you're better..."

"Flyin' lessons on your skateboard?"

"Boogie baud," he corrects. "Unless you want to get a zipboard of your own, they're cheap. And don't forget the tree climbing!"

"I won't. But once I calm down, I'm still a little too pissed off for lessons. I'm...gonna go get some coffee."

And a notebook. And some pencils. Because she can.

"Yeah, okay. How come coffee calms some people down? Isn't it s'posed to do the opposite?"

"It...it's hard to explain unless you drink it."

Enzo nods, accepting this.

"I'm not allowed anywhere near Java until I turn one-oh-oh."

"Java?"

"Digital coffee." More or less.

"But, y'can't drink it yet?"

"After what happened the first time, Sis said she'd offline me if I touched Java or anything like it again 'til I'm grown up."

Trudy suddenly smirks.

"Older sister, I'm bettin'."

Enzo nods, returning the smirk.

"Dot brought me up. She's a total mother node."

"I got two younger sisters myself. I know how it goes."

Enzo's not sure she does, or at least not as much as she thinks. Most people have parents to help.

He doesn't mention that, though.

"How much younger?"

Most people don't have to help their parents, either. Or, parent, once her father got kicked out (not that he fought to stay). Or become legal guardian at the age of twenty-five.

"Frankie's five years younger, Alicia nine."

There is that.

"Dot had thirteen years on me. It's almost twenty now."

Eyebrows.

"How's that work?" She pauses, leans against the Bar and orders in liquid Spanish before glancing back at Enzo. "Want anythin'?"

"Alt and vinegar chips? And a cup of data. Thanks."

Yes, he said that, get used to it.

"Well, see, I'm a copy, and the backup I was restored from was way out of date. I'm six years younger than I should be if everything was normal. But when is it ever?"

"Huh."

Sorry, it's going to take her a while to get this to work in her head.

"And the original me spent like half the time since the backup living in the Games, and time's funny in them, so him and his wife are about seven years older than they should be. He's twice my age. They're about to have a baby and everything."

"...what, so, there are two different versions of you? In the same reality?"

"Yeah. I wasn't really supposed to be copied, since the original's still around, it was kind of a mistake. But, y'know, no one's complaining."

"Damn, kid."

"Also," he ticks off on his fingers, "his wife's a fish-girl, my sister's husband has superpowers and their daughter inherited them before she was even born, and my dad's a little blob in an exoskeleton suit. We don't really do 'normal'."

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