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[experiencepoints]

Who: Nightingale and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva hospitality deck
When: Now!

[action]

[Nightingale's awakening is much lower-key than most, sitting up in the bed and realizing quickly that she is not where she should be. The best way to cope, of course, is looking around, taking in her surroundings, and just talking to herself.]

Okay... So, this must be a game. Don't think I recognize any space Echoes, though... Whatever, I should figure out the win conditions, first. And hope it's not another 'everyone dies' game.

[she lifts a hand, and a strong wind whips through the area, throwing bedsheets and pillows around.]

Okay, magic's still on, that's... usually a good sign.

[She doesn't seem to have noticed the mess she made. Or maybe she doesn't care. Either way.]

[Video]

[Having immediately fallen into the assumption that this is a game, Nightingale isn't too bothered by the idea of being able to operate technology she hasn't seen before- it's not like it's the first time, after all. She takes a deep breath, and starts talking to the camera. Noticeably, she still hasn't cleaned up her prior mess.]

This is Nightingale, from Takshaka. I don't know what's going on, but this game seems a bit different. Can you check in with which teams are here? And Roc, Gull, Hawk, Magpie, Togetic, Sparrow, any of you around?

And which Echo is this, while I'm at it? I don't recognize any with a space theme going on unless it's the damn Bone Witch again. If I see that dress or that whale again, I'm going to find a way to leave in the middle.

Comments

[preformthisneigh]

Of course it does! If you can do something, you should do it! Grab life with both forehooves!

[experiencepoints]

You're capable of fucking off right now, too.

[preformthisneigh]

Noope. I'm pretty much stuck here with you. I trotted around everywhere and there's noplace to go.

[experiencepoints]

I'm capable of ignoring you. Would you prefer that?

[preformthisneigh]

Would that make you happy?

[It's a genuine question. ]

[experiencepoints]

I'm never happy. I'll be happier once I know what's going on here, and once I kick the asses of whoever's in charge.

[preformthisneigh]

Well, that's what I do. Make everypony happy.

[He taps his chin thoughtfully. ]

I'm not sure how to find out who's in charge, though.

[experiencepoints]

... Can you knock the 'everypony' off?

[preformthisneigh]

[Smile.]

Doooes it bother you?

[experiencepoints]

A bit, yeah.

[preformthisneigh]

[He gives a slow and pointed salute. ]

Your concrit has been filed and will be up for evaluation in six-to-eight months. While you wait, would you like to listen to some soothing music?

[She's not getting a choice, he pulls an accordion out of seemingly nowhere and starts to play a happy little tune. ]

[experiencepoints]

Stop that or I will set it on fire.

[preformthisneigh]

[He does not stop. He, in fact, starts to sing. ]

♫ But you can't stop the music
Not even with a fire
It just keeps burning on and on and on and on and on and on
Lighting your soul like a burning tyre
With song! ♫

[experiencepoints]

[well

true to her words, she's going to lift a hand, and the accordion will suddenly have a fiery explosion hitting it.

perhaps strangely, this fire affects literally nothing else. even his... hands? hooves? whatever he's holding it with. won't feel any heat. rpg magic targeting rules.]

[preformthisneigh]

[He'll give a surprised whinny, dropping the accordion. It makes a sad wheezing sound as it dies a firey death. Cheese stares at it for a moment. ]

...Well, that was rude.

[He'll just pull another out of nowhere, then casually move to the other side of the room to start playing again. ]

Has anypony ever told you that you might have anger management issues?

[experiencepoints]

I did warn you.

[preformthisneigh]

[Continuing his playing]

I dunno, I'd call it more of a threat than a warning.

[experiencepoints]

The threat still stands.

[preformthisneigh]

[Still playing.]

But I moved all the way over here.

[experiencepoints]

I can still hear it.

[preformthisneigh]

[Loudly, over the sound of his playing.]

You can always move to the other side of the ship.

[experiencepoints]

Or you could stop being annoying. The fuck is wrong with you?

[preformthisneigh]

I'm just a lowly party pony, playing his accordion. Nothing'd the matter with me at all. Is something the matter with you? Are you feeling ill? Is there a space sickness going around?

[experiencepoints]

I am two worlds removed from home, I just had the queen psycho bitch of a god brainwash a team to make them kill people while making the rest of us have to try to kill our friends, I'm in space for a reality fucking TV show, people who cannot possibly be alive are here, and I have a fucking talking horse trying to piss me off with an accordion.

Yes, something is the fucking matter. Is this a psychotic break? Did the stress finally just fucking make me lose my mind?

[preformthisneigh]

[He at least, stops playing, casting her a look of concern.]

I promise you're not going crazy, absolutely not. But hey, is there anything I can do to make you feel better? I'm good at that. It's what I do.