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Who: Krista Kingsley
Broadcast: Open!
Action: Marsiva only.
When: Space time. Who knows.

[so the video turns on to show an... annoyed-looking teenage girl. long, black hair. lots of eyeshadow. she clears her throat, but that does absolutely nothing to stop her from talking in a quiet whisper the whole time. at least she seems to know how to talk to a camera.]

Okay, so. Uh. Hi.

I assume there's a bunch of people on the other end of this? Otherwise I'm going to look stupid talking to a screen, but... Whatever. I'm in space. I know guys back home that would kill for the chance to be kidnapped and held for entertainment on a creepy space station. I'm... Wait, hang on, let me see if I care.

[she looks elsewhere for a moment, lips pressing into a thin line, before...]

Nope. I don't care. Almost did, for a minute, and then I remembered how much this sucks.

[she gestures... vaguely.] Okay, so this is turning into a pretty bad introduction, but I guess I just wanted to say, uh, hello, I'm Krista, and I'd love to talk to someone... about... how we're all stuck here up in space? Unless there's something way better to talk about. I don't know. Whatever. I'm really bad at this.

[of course, anyone who is on the Marsiva is welcome to find her! she's just standing around one of the network panels, looking annoyed, maybe a little nervous. kind of fidgety.]

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Oh, please. There's only one of me.

...And, no sand this time? Your last entrance was better.

Oh, there was sand. Want to hear something mildly creepy?

Always.

[she looks right at him, holding up her fingers as she gives her points.]

Firstly, I am not covered in sand.

Secondly, I feel like my hair's been washed.

Thirdly, the custom, designer rips in my pants are gone.

Fourthly... I have yet to sense any magic on this ship.

[he's totally paying attention as she begins to explain, chin in hand, squinting a little as she goes on]

...So, you're saying they've, what... cleaned you up?

[yeah no that's pretty creepy]

[she nods in agreement, shuddering a little.]

Like someone gave me a robot bath while I was unconscious. Seriously, my clothes look pristine. I'm not actually even sure these are mine.

[...he doesn't like thinking about this, let alone speaking of it out loud. it's different than the speculating he's been doing so far. that's been mostly rattling thoughts back and forth to see the other person squirm.

this actually bothers him. he has absolutely nothing to prove to Krista however, so he feels as though he's free to discuss it a little.]

...And the thing they've put in your skull?

[he's had no one to compare his own to yet.]

Dude, check it out.

[she lifts her hair out of the way and leans in closer to the camera--eventually a white, plastic-y looking nub comes into view.]

I've been microchipped. It's fucked up. Does everyone else have one?

[he does not bother attempting to hide the throaty sound of disgust]

Ugh! ...You can see yours.

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Isn't it gross?

[she pulls away from the camera, lets her hair fall again...]

Wait, what does yours look like?

It doesn't look like anything.

[he tips his head a little and rubs his neck, but there isn't anything for the camera to see, so he doesn't try very hard to show it off]

I can barely feel it.

Aw... man, why do I get the gross sticky-outy one...? That's so creepy...

[lucky for Tek, Krista still isn't all that vicious, and doesn't think to make fun of Tek for his creepy augment bump. she's busy lamenting her own...]

Someone caught wind of your fondness for the grotesque, perhaps.

[as long as hers is worse, he's okay]

Hmph. [she pokes it a little, but it kinda... freaks her out, so she stops and quickly covers it with her hair.] I guess I can pretend it's a bone sticking out, or something. Like Halloween makeup.

There you go. Just pretend it's some hideous growth, and you'll feel much better.

I said a bone sticking out, not a growth. Jeez.

That's how horns and things grow. It starts with a bone sticking out.

Okay, see, that's at least kind of cool. Except for the part where it'd be sticking out of my neck.

It's really hard to stab people from the neck, I think.

That's where the 'hideous' part comes in.

I'm really not feeling this conversation, Tek.

[smirking so much! he's missed this, a little.]

What would you rather discuss?

[well, there's...]

How are... you?

Out of patience. Annoyed.

[as usual.]

Oh.

[an awkward... lengthy pause.]

...Well, you sound good.

I try.

[he drums his fingers while he thinks]

...So, I take it that you're not on a ship yet?

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