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Somewhere Near Mars
Jan. 15th, 2006 11:50 pmIn the distance, the giant orange orb looks like it's just suspended in space. Seeing his home planet from space always takes Spike's breath away just a little bit: it's so fucking pretty. He turns to Beth, his arm protectively around her waist.
"This place is called Outpost 12. I don't know where they got the number from, but... this is the place I was telling you about. On the satellite near Mars." He gives Beth a squeeze as they step out into a deep-space mall. Kind of like the one where they got tobacco for Laughing Bull, only this one's brighter, more upscale, busier. And it's not just shops: there are restaurants and a casino with a hotel, too, and the casino with its neon lights and crowds pretty much dominates the view from here.
No Bebop though, and no Swordfish. To get to Mars from here they'll have to take the shuttle -- a local one this time -- and they leave from here every couple hours, all day and all night. Not a problem.
"Hey. What do you know, we can get shirts." He grins at her, the tension broken: it worked.
It worked.
"This place is called Outpost 12. I don't know where they got the number from, but... this is the place I was telling you about. On the satellite near Mars." He gives Beth a squeeze as they step out into a deep-space mall. Kind of like the one where they got tobacco for Laughing Bull, only this one's brighter, more upscale, busier. And it's not just shops: there are restaurants and a casino with a hotel, too, and the casino with its neon lights and crowds pretty much dominates the view from here.
No Bebop though, and no Swordfish. To get to Mars from here they'll have to take the shuttle -- a local one this time -- and they leave from here every couple hours, all day and all night. Not a problem.
"Hey. What do you know, we can get shirts." He grins at her, the tension broken: it worked.
It worked.
