4. [video]

[pompous_today]

Who: Simon Tam and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Anywhere
When: July 7th

[Simon has an expression of mild disgust on his face as he turns the camera on, examining a bottle of soda.]

Has anybody else gotten some personalized cola bottles from the sponsors? I mean, they are clearly meant for me, but my name is misspelled on a few of them, and then... there's this one.

[Simon turns it toward the camera: it has the infamous "you tried" star... with Simon's face on it.]

I got a gold star for... what? Dissecting sentient creatures? Playing my part like a good television star? Being myself? Did I fail at whatever I tried to do?

[[OOC NOTE: This was just a fun idea I had- in the vein of Share A Coke bottles, the sponsors have decided to gift Fleet members with their own personalized bottles of soda. Except their names won't necessarily be spelled correctly, or the soda will have weird flavors, or be loaded with caffiene- be creative!]]

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[wordmiser]

[Jinx had procued lollipops for the doc's office. And also, apparently, they'd had soda delivered.

What what hell was a Ginks? Here, look at her bottle, explain this nonsense.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon frowned as he took the bottle, smiling at Jinx as he did so and shaking his head.]

I am starting to think someone is having a joke at our expense. As in, perhaps the misspellings are on purpose. I wonder if yours at least tastes like cola?

[wordmiser]

[She opens her and sniffs.

Dubious look. Sip. Thoughtful upward glance. Shrug.

She holds the bottle out to him to try. It taste a a little like bubblegum and mostly like cotton candy.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon took the offered bottle and drank, making a face and smiling.]

Far too sugary for my tastes, but it's not bad at all. I suppose they think they were doing us a kindness- giving us a reward and trying to get a giggle out of us.

[wordmiser]

[She doesn't disagree with the new sugar intake in her life, that's for sure.

Reclaiming the bottle she takes a nice long draw. More heady than booze if you asked her. A pleased sigh.

So. Whatchya doin' here, man? Who's talking, who's in the wind, inquiring minds want to know. You can tell because she's poking through all those boxes.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon watches Jinx digging through the box of bottles, shrugging.]

There are enough there for every person on the Bloodsport- some have multiple bottles. Maybe I can save mine to barter on a planet where soda is a rare commodity...? I can dream.

[wordmiser]

[She makes enough effort to hum at him, very quite and low.

She means, if he wants. She really doesn't understand his continued need to 'trade' for things. She'd get him things. Does he want things?

What things does he want? This seems like a good idea.]

What?

[pompous_today]

What would I trade it for, do you mean? The usual, I suppose... supplies, medicine... decent, nourishing food.

[wordmiser]

[He already told her not medicine. But... That was when she tried to give it to him.

Maybe she could just... bring stuff in and... put it places. Then he wouldn't notice it coming. And food was easy. No one kept close track of that, right?

Totally.

A smile for him. Sure. Right. He wants things for the ship.]

Okay.

[pompous_today]

[Simon returned the smile, though knowing Jinx's past behavior, he hoped she wasn't going to "help" him in that goal.]

And even if I don't have any goods to trade, I can always offer my services- as you know, I prefer staying within the letter of the law.