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driftfleet2015-06-20 01:02 pm
deshabille) wrote in driftfleet2015-06-20 01:02 pm
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three ☀ video / optional action
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.]
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.]
Voice
[And then he chuckles, it's that I'm An Evil Magister For Real chuckle that doesn't fool anyone.]
And that sounds like a challenge. I accept.
Voice
[It as totally a mage joke. ...And oh no. No shit no, not the laugh. Nothing good came from that laugh. ]
...You know I don't like it when you do the laugh. And what challenge?
[Don't bait Dorian, why hasn't he learned this lesson yet? DON'T BAIT DORIAN.]
Voice
[Really, Fenris, you dug your own grave here.]
Voice
I really don't need any flowers, Dorian. You don't have to trouble yourself.
[Yeah, he's going to spend the next planet covered in flowers, isn't he. ]
Voice
Oh no, it's not any trouble. I ought to give you a gesture to show you how much I adore you. Really, not a problem at all! I'll get you a nice bouquet, something to remind you of me until the flowers wilt and die. How very romantic! A temporary gesture, a reminder that everything must die.
What colors do you like, or shall I pick? Do you like blood red roses? Or black flowers, perhaps? I don't suspect you'd care for light purple flowers, would you?
Voice
No. It...is-
How is that even remotely romantic?
[He's still new to this, but he's fairly certain "EVERYTHING DIES!!" won't be found on a valentines day card. ]
None. I want no flowers. Don't you dare do it.
Voice
I'm sorry- Fenris? Are you there? I can barely hear you. There must be some sort of interference! Something to do with that blighted bug ship, I'm sure.
Voice
Dorian, stop making noises. There isn't any interference.
Voice
[KSSSSHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHSSSSHHHHHHH]
Worry not, amatus! I will speak with you again soon.
[SSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHKHHHHHHHHHH]
And I'll be certain you get your flowers!
Voice
I really hate you sometimes.
[These are lies. ]
Voice
And I hate you just as much. Perhaps more! You're terribly dull.
[Oh, shit, right. KHHHHHHSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH]
...I'm still losing you. Goodbye, you dreadfully boring man.
Voice