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[ownperson]

[ The woman on the video may look somewhat familiar; it's the shape of her face, the ice blue of her eyes, the blonde of her hair, her height. South and her brother aren't identical, of course, but the family resemblance is clearer than she'd like it to be.

(More than ever, these days; who wants to look in your own reflection and see your dead brother's features looking back at you?)

She's shoved the sleeves of her coveralls as far up her arms as she can get them, revealing a variety of tattoos up one of her muscled arms. There's hints of old purple dye in the front of her hair. Around her neck there's a puck, dangling from a chain, holding a chip of some kind.

She looks... pissed. ]

So this ████ing sucks donkey— [She blinks, then squints.] Oh for ████'s sake, I can't even ████ing swear? ████. ████. ████ing ████-████ ████████████.

[ There's a pause of a few seconds before South visibly decides to test this thing's limits. ]

████trumpet. Bull████. ████biscuit. Dip████. ████face. Jack███. Fuck██████— ha, ████ed that one up.

Ugh, whatever. My name's South. Yes, that's a ████ing codename, no, I'm not telling you my real name. Guess I'm stuck here with the rest of... whoever the hell you guys are. Which ████ing sucks.

[ Not that things didn't suck where she came from, but at least she was something resembling free and kind of in control of how much stuff sucked. Call her old fashioned, but she'd much rather ruin her own life than have someone else do it for her. ]

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[fuckingaqua]

Hey, imagine how we feel. We were stuck with each other way before you showed up. Now we gotta incorporate this whole situation. It's like being in the world's ████tiest goldfish tank.

[ Bold words for a guy who has not been socializing well and made no new friends to date. And also who hasn't been here long enough to fully commit to that "way before." ]

[ownperson]

[ South snorts. ] Well aren't you a ████in' charmer.

[ She could not sound more sarcastic if she tried. ]

[fuckingaqua]

Give it time. Not that you're one to talk or anything, but my charm's a grower. Not a shower. And only really outmatched by my good looks.

[ The thing about being used to the relative privacy of a helmet is that Tucker isn't good at looking committed to this bit. Eh, Jorgmund probably isn't gonna scrutinize that much. Whatever. ]

[ownperson]

[ South pulls... such a face. She's much too gay to make a judgement on that last declaration, or to deal with this shit. ]

████ing christ, really? Yeah, no, I don't think I need to give it any time. Don't think your kind of charm is ever gonna 'grow' on me. Like. Ever.

[fuckingaqua]

[ Aw. Now he misses Carolina. He'd maybe miss Tex, but she did steal his kid and then get turned into a million murder robots, so. ]

Hey, that's your prerogative. I have it on good authority that eventually I'm tolerable to be around. That's more than a lot of people can say.

[ownperson]

[ She does not at all look convinced by that assertion. ]

Maybe that 'good authority' just has really ████ty ████ing taste in people.

[fuckingaqua]

... I mean, yeah, kinda. [ He's never had a friend without shitty taste in friends. ] But I consider those things mutually exclusive. They're basically the only things I'm willing to consider exclusive.

[ownperson]

[ South can't really say anything. She has like, no friends. At least some people actually do consider Tucker tolerable. But does knowing that stop her being snarky and rude? Nope. ]

Yeah yeah, whatever makes you feel ████in' good about yourself.