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[deshabille]

Who: Mal
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: On the Caprine if anyone desires it! I'm flexible.
When: 6/20.

[As in her first broadcast, Mal can be found tinkering around in the engine room, elbows-deep in something interesting and greasy. This time, though, she seems pensive, deep in thought, perhaps about Deep Subjects and Philosophies.]

[She is, in fact, thinking about something entirely different.]

[When she speaks, it's in tones of airy contemplation, meant to disguise the fact that part of her thinks this is a terrible idea.]

Here is an interesting thing: vampires, for all their reputation for seduction, really aren't that good at it, at least where I come from. When you're always hungry, you mostly rely on people leaving windows open at the right time and then being a bit woozy from blood loss. For the really old ones, the ones who can barely stand without crumbling to dust and really hate sunshine, that's the only way they can eat, and if they tried to seduce anyone their arm would probably fall off.

[She twists at a mysterious innard of the ship with a wrench, tongue in her cheek.]

We've had enough excitement for a while, I think, so why not something boring instead: tell me about romance in your world. Describe the sorts of flowers you like to kill for love. Rate yourself on a scale of one to ten, complete dunce to Casanunda, if you like.

Actually, everyone should have to do that. That's compulsory. I will genteelly admit that I am a nine. [Liar.]

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[diomedea]

Myth and legend, your system is faulty and biased. We need something objective, the subjects are subjective in the numbers.

[Don't you know how science works?]

[deshabille]

[She doesn't, actually; she has no idea. Tips her head at River curiously.]

Where would you suggest I find objectivity?

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[openhands]

[You know. She'd really, really like to throttle Mal. For various reasons. This is, of course, not a new or uncommon feeling that Mal inspires among others, but Cassandra has various ways of ignoring it that work quite well so that she's hardly aware of it. But then sometimes Mal starts talking and it becomes very hard to ignore. She doesn't even know where to start right now with the particular first and foremost reason why she feels it right now, but she feels it.]

[She also feels a heat rising to her cheeks just a little bit as well (be more angry, Cassandra, c'm--no, that's that's the opposite of it) because no one is supposed to know and:]

Mal, what are you doing?

[deshabille]

[Technically, this is all completely theoretical. Technically, nothing she is doing here is against their little agreement. Technically, Mal hasn't told anyone anything. She is completely in the right.]

[Which does not mean that her grin at Cassandra is not totally annoying, because it is.]

Taking a poll. Or possibly a survey, I've never really known the difference.

Why? What are you doing?

[dancingmd]

[Oh look at that! A thing Beverly actually hasn't encountered yet in her weird life!]

Wait... you're a vampire?

[How the hell is that possible? More importantly, how did it not come up sooner?]

[deshabille]

[Look, sometimes it just doesn't come up. It's not her whole identity. Just . . . approximately 90% of it.]

That is what I implied, yes.

[forcemageure]

[ Huh. ]

Oh, the usual, I think. Fumble about like an idiot until you get it right.

[ A pause. ]

What's a vampire?

[ He's like a fifteen, by the way*. ]




















































[ no he isn't ]

[deshabille]

Your darkest nightmare.

[But she says it in a very bored way, and even yawns a little bit at the end. It's all about presentation.]

That doesn't seem very efficient.

[hellofist]

What's a Casanunda?

[Cassandra Cain, only asking the hard hitting questions.]

[deshabille]

You know. The famous womanizer.

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[skullcracker]

[chie's hard at work concocting something inedible cooking, so she has a smudge of flour on her face, and she stirs a bowl of something as she speaks.]

... Vampires? Seriously? [all the eyerolling. all of it.]

[deshabille]

[God, Chie, wipe your face. It's kind of endearing though so Mal will let it pass. She shrugs, a little helplessly.]

I could also tell you tales of werewolves, zombies, and Igors, if that's more your style.

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[grabthecheese]

Why do you want to know about romance?

[deshabille]

[Oh, huh, whoops. Awkward.]

We are supposed to be the most romantic regiment, are we not, Sergeant?

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[redactions]

[ Cheerily, ] ... Sure that's not meant to be a nine point five? Or do decimals not count?

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[deshabille]

Decimals can count if you want them to.

[Maybe she's a 9.9. You just don't know.]

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[theboogieman]

[well... would you look at that.]

i hope you didn't bring up vampires expecting no one to ask questions.

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[deshabille]

Questions don't bother me. Do your worst.

[Please actually don't, though, Zhas.]

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[unconfines]

Ten, naturally. And I think you may be selling yourself a bit short.

[What, there was an opening. He's not supposed to take it? He sets his chin against the heel of one hand, exaggeratedly thoughtful.]

Though, to be fair, we are talking about two very different things here. Is it seduction you're looking for details on, or romance? It colors the conversation a bit, if you catch my meaning.

[deshabille]

[She grins, sharp and toothy. She'll allow it.]

Did I say nine? I meant seventeen.

[A cock of her head.] The latter. Very definitively. I don't really do that other thing anymore.

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

You're a vampire?

[And you're just. Admitting this. Openly!?!?]

super ultra duper privato

[deshabille]

I think I was actually fairly clear about that.

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[delincuente]

Wasn't Casanunda a movie or something?

[It really wasn't. She's thinking of Casablanca, and chewing on a piece of loud gum.]

I don't know, the only vampires I've known were pretty much big romantic cheeseballs. Maybe not seductive, but definitely a little Gomez-and-Morticia-ish. And they didn't climb in windows - they just gave out phony job offers.

[deshabille]

He was a person. Very famous for eating pears and sausages and similar.

That doesn't seem like a particularly lucrative profession for someone who subsists on human blood, I have to say.

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[onegreythread]

What does love have to do with killing a flower?

[He sounds genuinely perplexed. He might be slightly sheltered.]

[deshabille]

Apparently a lot, according to rumor and stories.

[She says this very grandly and mysteriously.]

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda had been drawn to Mal's broadcast by her talk of vampires. It was hard not to be. Meeting fleet members who came from worlds where such creatures were a reality had honestly been rather fascinating for Wanda. However, it is Mal's suggestion about rating one's self on their romantic ability that causes her to respond.]

What is the point in asking us to rate ourselves? Are there not more important things to worry about at the moment than romance?

[deshabille]

There are always more important things to worry about than romance. Still, my questions stand.

[ino]

A vampire, huh?

[ She doesn't seem that bothered, especially after their interaction at the casino shopping area ... in fact, she seems to be laughing a little bit ]

There are all kinds of flowers that you -- "kill for love", as you put it. Depends on what type of love you mean and how you want to convey it, exactly.

I don't know if it's fair to rate myself, but -- I'd like to think I'm on the upper end, anyways.

[deshabille]

Yes. [Jazzhands. Surprise!] And I think I could confidently say you're a nine at least.

[Not really Mal's taste, but she can do this objectively if she wants to.]

Are there different types of love that you give flowers for?

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[serpentis]

On a scale of one to ten, I'm a twenty, naturally. I enjoy giving orchids, particularly orange and red ones, though others are acceptable.

[He's practically preening.]

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[wolfuncaged]

[Is he joking. He's probably joking. ]

And to whom might you be giving these orchids?

[poetontheinside]

Dinner by candlelight, good conversation, some soft music to dance to... Hey, you got all that, I'm a solid eight, at least. Nine if my partner appreciates the art of dance, too.

[You thought he would be sarcastic. He is actually a huge romantic.]

[deshabille]

[She . . . cocks her head at this.]

You're a very surprising person sometimes.