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[neverknocks]

who. York (neverknocks) & Marco (tradecraftdude)
what. Marco finally drags his ass back to The Quad to explain his shiny new job to York
where. The Quad
when. right now!
warnings. gratuitous amounts of snark, probably

It's a slow night at The Quad. Davrax's plan to cash in on the water shortage by encouraging people to drink an inadvisable amount of alcohol was never a very sustainable strategy; after a couple of days of that, the bar reeks of stale ryncol sweat and The Quad's previously enthusiastic patrons are no longer quite so keen to dive into a hangover with so little water around. So it's slower, tonight, and rather than serving drinks York's spending most of her shift catching up on the shit-awful backlog of cleaning that needs to be done around here.

So she's behind the bar, trying to get through the almost ludicrous pile of dirty glasses and shakers and empty bottles that have piled up behind the bar in the last couple of days of the rush. York isn't exactly the world's biggest fan of cleaning, but she'd rather wash a few dishes than confront the horror that almost certainly awaits her in the bathrooms. She's not sure there's any human with a strong enough stomach to brave that mess. She'll leave that to her batarian coworker. But hey, at least she's made a lot in tips the last couple of days. As it turns out, dehydration and intoxication do a lot to a person's judgment when it comes to money.

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[neverknocks]

"You'd think if there were any experts on the station, they'd have looked already," York says, looking unconvinced, but he's still got her attention. Arthur's always been on the enigmatic side, but she can't fault his judgment most of the time. "Yeah? You got a lead on a way out there?"

[soldad]

"I think some people honestly like it here," Arthur says with a slow shake of his head. He sets his chin in his hand.

"I've been talking to people. I can't just flat-out ask, but I'm gonna see if any of them pan out. Maybe someone wants to get out of here. Or go home."

[neverknocks]

"I won't lie, it's an improvement over Sacrosanct most days," York says wryly, but the mention of going home makes her hesitate. She hadn't even considered that as an option. She'd long since convinced herself of the inevitable truth, back on Sacrosanct -- that this was it, there was no going home. That had been comforting, in a way. "Go home? Yeah, I'll believe that the day I see it."

[soldad]

Arthur looks at her with a mildly surprised expression, then away again. She'd disappeared before Delta had made his offer, and - well, he wasn't about to tell her he'd made the choice to go home once before.

"I meant someone more along the lines of a native, trying to get back to a home planet. Gotta be someone stuck here that didn't mean to be."

[neverknocks]

She doesn't like the way he looks away, but she doesn't think too much of it. He knows she's been through a lot, coming to terms with that. Maybe he just feels bad for bringing it up, even by accident.

She looks a little relieved, though, and she nods. "Yeah, pretty sure there are. Hey, there's a cause for ya."