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]

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

You're a very surprising person sometimes.

[poetontheinside]

What, you thought I'd laugh it up, talk about cooties? Lady, I was married for over 10 years, you learn a thing or two.

[deshabille]

I did a bit.

I didn't know you were married.

[poetontheinside]

Sure. Divorced, too, but that's all in the past. [really]

[deshabille]

You can't have been that good at this, then.

[wow mal really]

[poetontheinside]

Hey. [A sharp look-- he's over her, really, but Stella will always be a sore point.] We wanted different things, alright? We were great until we weren't, and that wasn't 'cause I wasn't fucking romantic enough.

[deshabille]

Mm.

[Noncommittal, but she'll let it drop, if only because she just sort of realized she's being an asshole.]

Here's a challenge for you: romantic dinner in space?

[poetontheinside]

Been there, done that. [Twice. Kinda.]

But you're a waystation too late for that, it ain't happenin' in this one.

[deshabille]

My timing is terrible. Then again, last waystation I was busy getting punched.

[poetontheinside]

No kidding.

You shouldn't have spent the whole month doing that, then.

[deshabille]

The punch didn't last the entire month.

Almost, though. It was a very good punch.

[poetontheinside]

That's startin' to sound like more than just a punch to me.

[deshabille]

Is it, now?

[poetontheinside]

Sure. I been in good fights, and I ain't never said anything like 'that was such a good punch I wish it woulda lasted a whole month'.

[Tell him, Mal. Tell himmm.]

[deshabille]

[THERE'S NOTHING TO TELL HONESTLY well there's a couple things but]

You clearly haven't been getting into the right kinds of fights, then.

[So sly with the metaphors.]

[poetontheinside]

Wrong, I get in the kinds of fights that land you on a submarine heading for the Canadian border. [Long story, bad metaphor.] But they still didn't make me say that.

[deshabille]

It seems like you're asking me to tell stories, Ray.

[poetontheinside]

[Finger guns!] Bingo-bango, Vampyra.

[deshabille]

What do I get if I do?

[poetontheinside]

You tell a story, I tell a story?

[deshabille]

I suppose that's fair enough.

[poetontheinside]

Alright, so shoot.

[deshabille]

What, right here?

[This is basically public bro. Cassandra will Murder Her.]

[poetontheinside]

[Hey, he doesn't know.]

Alright, Jesus, come to the Windrose and do it there or I'll come over to your place.

[deshabille]

. . . Right. Minute.

[She'll just be grabbing a shuttle, brb.]