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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Actually, no. He's cleaning the library with Orson. But they're using a very powerful chemical agent, so you can't go in there.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

The kitchen. ( The -- compared to the cellar, anyway -- much cleaner kitchen. )

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Very good. Any complaints? No? Good.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Daisy, you start on these stacks. Joel will do the incinerator.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

( (Gloved) hands on hips. ) It's either this or you clean the toilets. This is a very simple job. That means *no fucking around*, yes? Three piles: Keep, Good-Will, and Burn. That's simple enough, *yes*? Okay, the cellar . . .

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

She's right. It's well-documented in the Watergate tapes.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 31/12/2025

We all know someone who's not living to see 2015.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 22/12/2025

You should not engage with the capitalist propaganda that is Christ-Mass.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 22/12/2025

You will have to wait until Christmas and see.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 22/12/2025

I made the eggnog, exactly to Guy's recipe, except that I added some surprise ingredients.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 22/12/2025

It's England. All of it's an island of whites.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 27/11/2025

(Ignoring him; to Del: ) Let's get you some pancakes with syrup, pisi. I'll treat you right.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 27/11/2025

I know when to open my mouth and when to keep it shut. Unlike you two.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 27/11/2025

Stop talking about MY date like that.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

Oh, for me? Thanks Daisy. Not bad, Guy.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

'I can see your eyelids twitching. Get up.'

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

Okay, what bullshit did I miss this time.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

'Hey, kid. You're blocking the microwave. Move.'

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

Ajla leans on the bar, leaving the free stool next to her for Daisy. She's looking for the humanoid-looking ones, the other expedition freaks who ask no questions and let anyone ride with them. If there's a way out, they'll know it. 'See anyone familiar?'

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

Thick plumes of sallybeet canes (alien cigars, Daisy worked out; they taste fruity, kind of sweet - she took one hit of one and gagged all night) clog the rafters, giving an added sheen of privacy and vice to the air. The place upstairs fronts as a bathhouse, so all the smoke comes as no surprise.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 15/10/2025

be hard for *you* but if you follow *my* lead, you'll be fine. Okay?'

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 15/10/2025

'This isn't you,' Ajla said. 'Why are you panicking? That won't do anything. It just wastes energy. And anyway, you got lucky,' With a little smirk. 'You landed here with *me*. 'Don't call it space pool. That'll show you're an outsider. Keep your head down and don't make a noise. I know that'll

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 14/10/2025

as soon as we can and don't look back. The bar' - Ajla called it that because she also didn't know its 'true' name, and locals rarely shout out the names of buildings they're inside of, least of all when drunk, the whole universe over - 'will have something. People who know how to get out of here.'

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 14/10/2025

teleportation. The way I see it, we have two choices: The miracle won't come to us, so we'll have to find it. Or, we accept this, and we make it work. Either way, this shitty planet isn't the way forward. It's cold, drinking's illegal and it's *messing up my hair*. We should get off this planet

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 14/10/2025

might not have been invented yet, no?' Ajla's tone is clear yet direct. She speaks the facts as she knows them, and little else. Her attempt to be friendly, to comfort Daisy. 'I remember the lights flickering, do you? When Joel . . . Zapped us. So *maybe* it needs a lot of power, too, like

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 14/10/2025

she offers, taking the next chip right out of her hand and eating it with only the slightest grimace. 'Let's be practical. To get home, we'd need someone or some*thing* that has that similar weird *power* to Joel, right? *Or* some kind of . . . Time and space machine. As far as we know, those

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 14/10/2025

Ajla scoffs, opening her mouth to say something unkind to Daisy, but halts herself. If Daisy's optimism is failing, it must be bad. Ajla, in fact, is less troubled; there's still just as much injustice and idiots for her to shake her head at here as there ever was back home. 'It's not a bad idea,'

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 12/10/2025

( She sticks her hand in the bag and wipes the dust on her fingers off on Joel's jacket. )

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 12/10/2025

That's what a . . . a . . . what's the word, aragaz, a . . . cooker, that's what that's for!

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 12/10/2025

What is this? This isn't your best work, Orson.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

'Any news?' she asks, looking expectantly at @agentdaisy.bsky.social for her status report.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

Ajla takes off her snow mask and shakes her beautiful mess of curls out, her face reverting to its factory setting, what their co-worker, Orson, had once described as 'perpetually miffed'. Daisy's known Ajla long enough by now not to take it personally (not that she ever did.)

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

Earth's fairly different from here - for one, aliens are no more than an open secret at best there, one Daisy and Ajla were 'lucky' to be privileged to given their line of work in... Well, espionage, mostly, but anything to do with extraterrestrial life.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

She's enjoying her fries when a hand touches her shoulder. She knows instinctively who it is. 'You made me drop a chip.' 'You'll live,' says her company, sitting across from her. Her name is Ajla Vatrashi, and not so long ago she was Daisy's coworker and friend on a far-off planet called Earth.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

They're untouched, thank God. Slime-free. She almost loses her footing on the slime trail, but catches herself on another diner, a short red spiky.... man? She apologises, gets out of his way, takes her seat, and begins wolfing down like she hasn't eaten in just forever. Well, she hasn't.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

Daisy doesn't speak their language; to her it sounds like what can only be described as 'if a xylophone could meow', whatever that means. They must be arguing, judging from the way one slithers off, grunting and huffing, and the other follows. Daisy takes the opportunity to lunge for the fries.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

(she assumes - she doesn't actually know how they're made, just that they taste and look like french fries, and gets a gold star in *her* book). The slug couple wobble and jabber their arms, or at least limbs of *some variety*, gesticulating and waving like huge green Jell-O cups.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

Daisy didn't know any of the recipes, nevermind how to pronounce them. All she can think of is those fries, how they're probably cold by now; poor things, peeled, diced, fried, wrapped up and left on a table to be picked at

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

She lets out a groan a hell of a lot like Homer Simpson's, snapping her out of her reverie and causing her to sit up at her bench in the eatery, a circular brightly-lit building full of booths and benches, latches in the walls with stands of different kinds of exotic, alien cuisine.

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Ajla @agentajla.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

In a less philosophical mood, Daisy Van Blair has been watching a slug couple for half an hour now. They have a bowl full of what looks like French fries back home, and her mouth is watering like hell.

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