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

[poetontheinside]

[Oh, Mal. He cannot describe the satisfaction he feels right now. He hopes his grin illustrates it-- it's slow and wide and incredibly pleased, and he leans forward on his arms.]

And it was still a good punch, huh?

[deshabille]

[She shoots him a Look at that grin, but she's smiling a little, too. It's a good memory, and it's surprisingly satisfying to share it.]

Yes. It was worth it.

. . . Do you know Cassandra? The Seeker.

[poetontheinside]

[At that he leans even further forward, wide-eyed and surprised.]

You kissed Cassandra? Fucking-- [He gestures, illustrating something tall and formidable] that Cassandra?

[deshabille]

[Her eyes glint with pleasure at having taken him by surprise. She nods, resting her chin on her hand.]

That Cassandra. [She regrets nothing.] Apparently that's not the way she does things, so I wouldn't advise it unless you don't mind worse bruising than I got.

[Also Mal might hit you, too. She's not exactly the jealous type, but they have an understanding now, sort of.]

[poetontheinside]

I ain't going anywhere near that, don't worry.

[Not his type, exactly. Too intimidating, and not in a fun way like Fraser gets.]

You still seem pretty happy. You gonna try it again?

[deshabille]

[She cocks her head at that - you seem pretty happy. She isn't one to wallow in emotion even at the worst of times, but, yes: she is happy. Very much so.]

I am. [To both - she is happy, she is going to try it again.] With a little more warning this time, perhaps.

[Or maybe not. She likes playing with fire some, too.]

[poetontheinside]

[He settles into his chair a little better and grins- he can't help it, he's a sap. Seeing tough, cocky Mal like this is kinda cool.]

Only perhaps, huh?

[deshabille]

Well. I don't want to make her uncomfortable.

[She cares about Cassandra, quite a bit - she isn't nearly as detached and cool as she'd like to act. But she isn't entirely comfortable herself with being open and honest about what she's feeling, so. It's a bit of a toss-up.]