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[Well that's alarming.]

Of course.

What can I do for you, Jules?

Good.

Well, I was thinking, and you know what would really be the most excellent way to improve transport and exile relations?

No, you'll love this, I promise.

[This is going to need a glass of wine, isn't it?

There is a slight delay while Max fetches herself one.]

Somehow I'm not so assured of that.

But let's hear it.

It's like you don't trust me.

( Imagine her pouting. )

It's obvious, really. What leaves people relaxed and happiest? Orgasms!

Now, don't make a face, it makes perfect sense. There needs to be sex toys. I mean, civilisation without sex toys? Impossible. No wonder everyone's so down in the mouth.

[..........]

They do have sex toys, actually, they're just not terribly advanced.

[Because people will be people, but she sure as hell wouldn't be going near most of the stuff they have.

Which, well.

Maybe Jules has a point, and it is something she discssed (albeit briefly) with Nikolai.]

But where exactly are you planning to get these sex toys, Jules?

[Making them seems rather complicated, especially with the lack of raw materials. Silicone: not super easy to get hold of in post-apocalyptic London, which is why Max hadn't really dwelled on the subject, aside from making a mental note to find an adult store if she ever went on a mission.]

Those don't count. I've had more pleasurable pokes in the eye.

( Ah, but if only this were voice. Max might hear the sly smile. )

I happen to be friends with a scientific genius and mad inventor. He may be the only person here more ridiculous than me.

I'm sure I don't need to hear about that.

[Pokes in the eye or Jules experiences with sex toys.

Would he be able to produce medical grade silicone?

[Good god why is she actually considering this.]

I promise, there's no Exsilium exploits to hear of. None involving toys, at any rate.

( sadly. )

I could ask. He made this odd gooey ball thing, and JARVIS.

( excuse her )

[don't think about Jules having sex don't think about Jules having sex don't think about Jules having sex...

She's so glad she got that wine.]

And say he can make sex toys, what's your plan from there?

( It's a good mental image, Max, go with it. )

I don't really have a plan from there. Orgasms for everyone?

"Orgasms for everyone" isn't exactly a plan.

Is this why you contacted me?

I don't know, you seem organised. Briest is German, isn't it? You bring the German organisation to the table, and I bring the English ability to talk a lot of absolute nonsense. We could either run a business that caters to the tastes of Exiles and Transports and works out the kinks in such relationships, while also helping people work out their kinks.

And Jesse wasn't here to commiserate about a lack of sex toys with.

[It always amuses her when people think she's German.]

You want to open a sex toy store?

[She's ignoring the play on words.

And she's trying to think about whether or not this could be a good idea. It certainly would be a good way to make money, and Max thinks she has the cash to fund the start up.]

Well even I couldn't use all of them myself. I might strain something.

Opening a shop makes sense in the most precise of perfect ways to meet the standards of even the most persistent perfectionist.

And not just sex toys! I'm sure there's windows for pornography and erotic literature, and we need something to do when it rains so much.

[God Jules, stop]

Do you know how much time, money and energy goes into running a business, even a single store?

[Just putting that out there, to make sure Jules realizes what she's asking.]

None at all, actually. I just had a thought and then the thought became a possible idea and you're smart and organised so I thought you might know something about it.

Actually, I've never had a job, before, technically.

( Just saying. )

[She isn't sure how her life became this.

She does know that she'd rather discuss this properly, not just through text, so she makes it a proper call, waiting until Jules answers to continue.]

If you're actually committed to making this happen, it's going to involve a lot of work, and while I do think there's some merit to it, I'm not interested on running something like this entirely on my own.

[Which means that Jules will have to be involved, will have to be organiszed and reliable, and Max wants to know if she thinks she can do that.]

Oh, hello.

( A switch to voice? delightful. )

I'd be glad for the work, actually. I'd really like something to do that isn't waiting for the next dramatically terrible thing to happen.

( Said so lightly, but it's true. She's been caught on what they did to that man for information, the way people suffered and the radiant terror that required no need of her empathy. )

If you just tell me what actually needs to be done, I'll happily do it! I promise. Pinky promise, even.

[She's not sure whether she entirely believes Jules; it's not that she doesn't think Jules means what she's saying, just that people can often sign themselves up for things without realizing all the hard work that's involve.

Max has seen it often enough before, and for all that she'd like to have faith in Jules, it's not as if she truly knows the woman that well.

Still, there is merit to the idea, and she wouldn't mind having something to keep herself busy, when she's feeling so disillusioned with all her other wor in Exsilium.]

We'll have to talk to this inventor friend of yours, to see if it's even viable before we start making other plans. Would you want to talk to him on your own, or should I accompany you?

[She can hazard a guess at who Jules is talking about, considering that Contrast Mechanics is fairly well known, but she'll still leave this particular decision up to the other woman.]

Mr. Stark! Tony. I mean I can talk to him absolutely. Unless you'd like to come? I mean there's probably things I should ask. I'll make a list so I don't forget anything. He's really brilliant though, and Pepper knows all about business things so if I get really stuck between the four of us I'm sure we could muddle it out.

( Should Jules be trusted with this? Will all chaos break out? )

[Those are questions Max is asking herself right now]

Why don't I take you all for coffee next week, sometime? Ms. Potts is welcome to join us, if you think it would be best.

[Since Pepper seems to be the organizing drive behind Tony's technical expertise.]

I do love coffee. I'm all for that. Shall I talk to them?

( this will be fun!!!! )

If you're happy to organize it, they can pick the day that works best for them and I'll clear my schedule.

[Hahahaha]

Oh, absolutely. I'll contact your secretary, shall I?

[She lets herself laugh, since there's no reason to be too closed off.]

Of course.

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