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[symphonist]

Who: Joshua
Broadcast: Text | Open
Action: Anyone on the S.S. Bishop
When: After being shuffled onto the new ship

[action;]

[One moment he is on the Marsiva, waiting, and the next, he is appearing on the S.S. Bishop with a flourish of confetti and-- is that glitter? That can't be good for the ventilation systems. Ah, well. He doesn't seem interested in the 'dessert' that's been sent along with him. And honestly, he doesn't look like much-- just a skinny as hell fifteen year old dressed in a lavender shirt and some ridiculous pants. He's decidedly plain.

But there is a nasty slant to his smile, an edge to his eyes, that doesn't do much to make him seem friendly.]

I'm not sure what I expected... and yet I'm still disappointed.

[text;]

[When he's met his crew and such, he pops onto the network. He'll figure out the video function later.]

You know, I always thought space would be full of more... unusual things. Blue alien women wearing Harajuku latex, next-generation food replicators, oddball electronic music... But this?

This is about as appetizing physically and mentally as boiled tofu.

I am not whelmed.

Comments

voice

[aberrant_type]

The only aliens we've met have been a little underwhelming! I'd hope for more than humans with a new paint job. But we do have some fascinating nonhumans on board! Buck up!

voice;

[symphonist]

[Hey look, he figured out this function.]

Oh really? Do tell. Japan might be strange, but I have to admit it's lacking in aliens.

voice forever

[aberrant_type]

There's not that much to tell, unfortunately. We didn't stay on that planet long. [Also, she sounds hoarse. Maybe she's sick?] It was mostly barren desert from what I could tell, with little plant and animal life to speak of - unusual, since they said they'd been working on terraforming for a while. All of the people there were orange and ash blond, but humanoid in body structure and metabolism.

To whom do I owe the pleasure, by the way?

[symphonist]

Orange and... blonde. Sounds like an unfortunate spray tan incident more than extraterrestrial contact.

[He flips his hair, invisibly.]

My name is Joshua. I'm the S.S. Bishop's counselor. I'm sure we'll have plenty to talk about, hee hee.

[aberrant_type]

I have no idea what that is, but I'd love to chat with you sometime!

[symphonist]

You... don't know what spray tan is?

[A laugh.]

That's probably a blessing. When people can't tan naturally, they'll apply dye to their skin. It's pretty messy. People will go to ridiculous lengths to look good.

[aberrant_type]

Never heard of it! How curious. Why would you want to get tan? I don't know anyone who particularly wants to be tan. They get tan by being outside, and then they adjust to it or they don't.

[symphonist]

Fashion. It drives everything in certain parts of the world.

Oh, I didn't catch your name.

[aberrant_type]

Ooohhhhh.

[Shingekis have fashion. It just drives absolutely nothing in Hange's life.]

Still, that's curious. I think most upper-class ladies like to be pale.

And I'm Zoe Hange, kiddo! Nice to meet you!

[symphonist]

I'm not sure I'm the best person to be asking about Gal style, but it's sort of in response to that.

[... kiddo. He is not a kiddo.]

Kiddo is such a overused term of endearment, don't you think? I'm much more mature than I sound, I promise.

Anyway, you sound awful. Are you sick?

[aberrant_type]

I sure am! And so are a lot of other people. We're working on that right now. What would you like to be called, champ?

[symphonist]

Ew, I hope it's not contagious. I'd hate to come down with a cold during my big interstellar debut.

[A pause.]

Pretty much anything else, though obviously I prefer my name.

[aberrant_type]

So far it doesn't seem to be! We've had some other new arrivals besides you who haven't caught it from infected crewmates. Count your lucky stars, eh?

[We'll see how long a LACK OF NICKNAMES LASTS ehehheheehehe]

[symphonist]

That's a relief. [He probably can't get sick anyway, but still.] I hope it isn't fatal. Is it fatal?

[He hopes it's fatal.]

[aberrant_type]

Not as of yet, but you never know!

[Said with perfect cheer.]

[symphonist]

I wonder if they have a plan in place for that. Dying has to be done with the right dramatic timing, or else it's totally meaningless to the audience.

I guess we'll find out! [Also way too cheerful.]

[aberrant_type]

They'd probably just pull more people in I suppose! [No one has died yet, ergo no idea about the revival process?] A bunch of ghost ships sailing through space probably wouldn't be the most entertaining drama to keep watch on, that much is very true.