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[exnihilo]

[Public Video]

[Mira Hidalgo is broadcasting from the bathtub. Her own tub, in her own quarters, hair wet and plastered to her neck. She's not quite flashing the whole barge, but currently it's only a matter of either careful or lucky cropping, rather than any actual coy bubble bath. She is drinking champagne from a bottle and utterly pleased with herself.]

Hi, barge.


[Private to Mickey]

I was thinking, if you wanted, I could...check on things, when I go. Baby things, I mean, or...whatever.


[Private separately to Mal and Luna]

Thank you.

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[routemistress]

[For a moment Iris just grins happily: she, too, has made public posts from her hot tub, though it was before Mira came.

Then she recognises that this is a bathtub in Mira's own cabin, and she gasps, her expression slackening into something between joy and utter, sudden misery.]

...Oh. Oh Mira.

I'm coming up. Let me scrub your back.

[And bring more champagne.]

[exnihilo]

[Even through the champagne, her expression is a softer mirror of Iris's. Leaving will be painful no matter how excited she is, no matter how eager or proud, and leaving Iris will hurt worst of all.]

I'll be here.

[For a little while longer.]