enter if you dare (i'm kidding we're 80% approachable)

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Crew and visitors for the Starstruck!
Broadcast: None!
Action: The SS Starstruck
When: March! And, y'know, until the next mingle too.


[EVERYONE GET IN HERE AND MINGLE AND STUFF OKAY.]

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[goodjob]

[Fiona's looking for her favorite oompa-loompa when she finds Conan instead. He's kind of... pouting? In one of the shuttles, and fuck, who does Fiona think she is, Mother Teresa? She's gotta stop this charity shit before she gets fucked over.]

[But she doesn't, because death is lonely. She leaves the ship, and comes back a few minutes later with a half-full bottle of vodka in her hand. She taps on the window of the shuttle more gently than she'd meant to, and that's a surprise, isn't it.]

Hey, Conan, what's best in life? [She holds up the vodka.]

[theroadwarrior]

[Max glances up, brow furrowed. What the hell?

Isn't that... uh... whats-her-face. The girl he hangs up on a lot? He wrinkles his nose and sighs, but he doesn't move to venture away. So that's progress. Judging by the swelling of his jaw, he probably just feels too shitty to bother with escape today.

His eye follows to the bottle.]

That a question you want answered?

[That's almost humorous sounding, all things considered.]

[goodjob]

[Fiona mentally adds 'Schwarzenegger' next to 'Dental Hygiene' on the list of things that don't exist on this guy's planet.] Not really. Here. [She reaches her hand in the window, holding out the bottle of vodka.] If you don't use all of it, bring it back. I'm on the Three Twins.

[And then, because she does (she tells herself) know not to stick around when she's not wanted, she starts to leave.]

[theroadwarrior]

Ah ahh—

[He hangs out of the shuttle, holding the bottle.]

I — no. I don't...

[HUFF. He looks frustrated. All the women in his life do this shit to him tbh.]

Can't take this without compensation. Trade.

[goodjob]

[Fiona turns around, and... smiles. Well, it's more of a grin. Of the shit-eating variety.]

Promise you won't hang up on me again, and we're even.

[theroadwarrior]

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

What if you say something annoying?

[Take this bottle from me, I can't possibly control my hang-up finger.]

[goodjob]

You tell me to shut up like a normal person.

[Still grinning.]

[theroadwarrior]

....

[He rolls his eyes, voice a disapproving grumble.]

Hanging up is easier...

[But he isn't making any effort to return the liquor, just slides back into the shuttle with a huffy inaudible mumble. Whatever, kid. No hanging up. If that's even a legitimate trade-off.]