Maladicta von Borogravia (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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.]
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[Jokes. You do know what those are, yes? She doesn't say it, but she's thinking it really loudly. Also she sees you blushing.]
Why, are you afraid to answer?
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[Uh oh... she's locking on target...]
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[She's definitely floundering. What could she say? She couldn't let this girl know that she has not ever dated. That would be too embarrassing. Guess that means she'll have to lie.]
Well, if it is really so important that I answer...
[What's a good number to answer? Something not too high, but it can't be low either. If it's in the middle that seems to obvious a lie, doesn't it? And now she was taking too long to answer!]
Seven! [She blurted the answer out.]
I... am a seven. [She is doing her best to sound nonchalant, yet confident in her false self-assessment.]
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Oh, I think you're underrating yourself. You're at least an eight.
[. . . so she is helping? Maybe??]
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An eight?! I do not- I mean, I am not- um...
[Wanda shuffles uncomfortably, unsure of what to say.]
An eight... really? You think so?
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[Quite firm, very serious. Or is she, we just can't tell.]
It's the hair. You've got good hair. Keep it up. Although your confidence could use a boost.
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My- my hair? I- um, well... thank you? I do not do anything special to it. I just wash it, you know. So, um... yes...
[The mention of her confidence clearly flying right by her. She's too preoccupied with thinking about her own hair and care methods for it. Or rather, she's trying to think of how to sound like she knows what she's doing with it.]
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[Okay, she's just being snide now. But Wanda doesn't seem to be noticing, and it's always fun to tease.]
For someone who thought this was silly, you seem remarkably invested in the conversation now.
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Well... what about you? You ask us to rate ourselves, but that hardly seems fair if you do not participate as well!
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[Let's be real, though, at least half of that is ego.]
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I did not realize we were allowed decimal points.
[That was... a joke?]
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Does that raise your estimation of yourself by a few notches?
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N- not really. I am content with my score.