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[realists]

[ a week or more into the mission: ]

I need your help with my personal goal

[ brb she has to throw up over asking for help, gross. ]

[evasives]

[ well. that's somewhat unexpected. he doesn't want to agree immediately but he thinks it'll be hard to say no, for the most part. ]

What is the goal?

[realists]

To let someone make all my decisions for me for a day

[ so, you know, torture. ]

[evasives]

[ it sounds like literal torture to him too, and he is baffled she would trust him to it, even knowing they are the only people each other really know at this point. ]

And you want me to do that for you?

[realists]

I'm not going to ask anyone else

[evasives]

I know.

I can do it.

[realists]

Thanks

Shampoo and conditioner or just shampoo?

[ it starts now, in the shower. ]

[evasives]

Both.

Your hair probably needs a good cleaning.

[realists]

[ fair enough.

a good 40 minutes later, the next decision comes: ]

Lunch?

[evasives]

Soup?

[ wait he has to make the choice. ]

A chicken soup, from Patty's Diner.

[realists]

[ chicken soup, intriguing. jyn doesn't ask him what to wear because that isn't a decision: trousers, boots, shirt, sweater, fraying scarf she found in a lost and found bin. she wears the same thing every day. ]

You want me to bring you a cup as well?

[evasives]

[ he has already looked into what a chicken is, and it seems a fairly innocuous and versatile poultry. the soup's a big hitter this time of the year, evidently. ]

Yes. I want to try some.

[realists]

Okay

What was your goal?

[evasives]

Tell a teammate a secret no one knows.

[ are the orb goals a secret? did he just win the goal, because no one knew it but him? unless the orbs count as sentient knowledge??? yes of course he is overthinking his goal. ]

[realists]

[ was dying not enough? this feels targeted. ]

Wish we could trade

[evasives]

I am not so sure. You might make me do something absurd.

[ teas...ing? ]

[realists]

Maybe

Can you do a handstand?

[evasives]

Yes.

Can you?

[realists]

Not anymore, my shoulder can't take it

I would definitely make you do a handstand but that's not really a decision you'd have to make is it? You're making my decisions, not making me do things

Actually this is better, I shan't be trading now

[evasives]

You could work on re-building the arm's strength.

So not deciding things, but your decisions could still be suspect for me.

[realists]

Maybe

I make good decisions

[evasives]

Not immediately agreeing to working on your arm makes me question the decision making.

[ more... teasing?? it's half teasing. ]

[realists]

It's fine, I just can't do handstands

[evasives]

Does it count if I decide for you to do some appropriate arm stretches?

[realists]

You're a doctor and a spy?