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driftfleet2015-06-20 01:02 pm
deshabille) wrote in driftfleet2015-06-20 01:02 pm
Entry tags:
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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[A florist she is not.]
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[And he laughs to himself. Fenris is in so much trouble.]
Which is to say, if any viewers or sponsors are watching this, please do send flowers! As many as you possibly can!
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[She hadn't considered that.]
And to me, too. Although they don't have to be as big as all that, I still have to be able to walk around.