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[therushingsky]

"Heyyyy, you've reached the head office of the Atlas Corporation, leave a message and your number, and one of our people will get back to you."

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[beejfu]

He starts to squish Rhys into as much of a pancake as he can, wriggling around on the mattress.

"What? Can't hear you, buddy! Gotta SPEAK UP to summon me!"

[therushingsky]

Oh god this does not feel great-- stupid death toll, stupid suffocating in space, stupid admiral demoting him--

Rhys straightens out the fingers of his robotic arm, trying to jab as uncomfortably as possible into the other man, to try and disincentivize this particularly embarrassing murder attempt.

"I said screw you you asssass..."

Whoops, not quite enough air left in the lungs to finish that thought...

[beejfu]

Betelgeuse tries to think. Where the fuck can he go on this ship that won't just have him yo-yo back and forth to Rhys again.

Oh. Duh.

He fishes out his communicator and, still on top of the mattress on top of poor Rhys, starts typing a message to Iris.

A few seconds later, and the weight on Rhys disappears.

[therushingsky]

Betelgeuse has about four minutes for Rhys to get his breath back, before he tries summoning him again.

When it doesn't work, he hauls his shivering, wheezing body back up to his communicator to send a message...