three ☀ video / optional action

[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.]

Comments

[deshabille]

Yes.

[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.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[This conversation has officially sailed outside Wanda's control. It was a weird feeling for her, as she was used to being able to control the situations around her. But this... she was well out of her comfort zone.]

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.]

[deshabille]

Best way to take care of hair, by washing it.

[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.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[And that causes Wanda to shut up. She's clearly still blushing, embarrassed with herself. After a brief pause, she she just kind of flounders, and attempts to redirect the focus off herself.]

Well... what about you? You ask us to rate ourselves, but that hardly seems fair if you do not participate as well!

[deshabille]

Like I said. A nine. Although I've been informed after saying that that I'm actually a nine point five.

[Let's be real, though, at least half of that is ego.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda blushes a little further, but she cocks an eyebrow at Mal's matter-of-fact tone.]

I did not realize we were allowed decimal points.

[That was... a joke?]

[deshabille]

Apparently we are. Who knew?

Does that raise your estimation of yourself by a few notches?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[The red refuses to leave her face.]

N- not really. I am content with my score.