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Who: Caesar Zeppeli and your face
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday and Saturday before the shuffle!

[All things told, Caesar does not spend a lot of time on introspection when he arrives on the Marsiva. He takes a few moments to look at the stars - astonishingly bright and close, almost frighteningly so, when you're used to cities, or being too busy to look up and see the space that God made - and then looks away. For fear of being overwhelmed, maybe, or because he has other things to do.]

[Though he can't begin to imagine what they are. What do you do after you've died?]

[When he figures out how to access the network, he doesn't hesitate at all. Hesitating means thinking, and if he thinks too much about this his voice will come out weak, lost, confused. He is a Zeppeli; that would be unforgivable.]

[So it comes out strong, full, his syllables well-rounded and imbued with good humor.]

Buongiorno, all, I - seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere around Mars. I don't suppose anyone has a map?

[He chuckles briefly, then sombers. There's information in his head that he doesn't know the source of, but he can guess.]

There are many people trapped here. I know that much already. I know what is happening. What I don't understand is why.

[Or what is to be done about it. (Although where would he go, if he wasn't here?)]

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What else do you have to do around here?

[He won't say he doesn't need help because there's so much ground to cover, but take that.]

[A fraction of a second of quiet, while Caesar thinks: nothing. He has nothing to do around here. It's almost like how he imagined being dead would be, spacious and empty. It makes him uncomfortable.]

I think things will start happening soon, Jojo. We're not the kind of people who get quiet.

[That brief second lasts just a moment too short for Joseph to notice on a conscious level. Never mind that he has already pushed all thoughts regarding Caesar's death as far out of his mind as possible as well, making it next to impossible for him to connect those same dots as Caesar. Instead, Joseph grins. It's that crooked, know-it-all grin of his that sometimes signals he's cooking up mischief or, at the very least, he's willing to start.]

Not if I can't help it, we sure don't.

[It's that stupid grin. Caesar sighs internally. Something terrible and Joseph-related is probably going to happen soon, and it's probably going to crash into something.]

You're a danger to yourself and others.

Well, that's what you're for, right? Damage control?

[Possibly a scapegoat if Caesar doesn't have the common sense to run the fuck away, but Joseph will keep that trump card to himself.]

[Joseph no . . .]

Is that all you like me for? [He's actually pouting a little right now, sorry about it.]

[Joseph, yes.]

You just threatened to shave my head. [He touches his hair for a moment as though to make sure it hasn't somehow disappeared on him, but then covers that up by just, you know, adjusting it. Or something. Shut up. He lowers his hand.] For that alone, I shouldn't like you at all.

[He arches a brow at the adjustment - Joseph, that is not a toupee - and then smirks his smuggest smirk.]

But you do.

[...What?]

[...Wait a sec--Hey!]

Not like you at all? That's right.

[What a smooth save that just was. He didn't have to think about it or anything.]

[Such smooth very Joseph much Joestar, wow. Caesar rolls his eyes.]

Of course not. A Joestar and a Zeppeli could never get along. [He tugs Joseph's arm over his shoulder more securely to punctuate his point.]

[Joseph lets Caesar put his arm back over his shoulder.]

Well, if you were a little less of a snob, I might like you better. [Joseph pinches Caesar's cheek roughly.] Us Joestars aren't fooled by nice appearances like everyone else.

[Caesar's eyebrows shoot up. His smirk is so sharp he could probably cut somebody with it.]

Nice appearances?

[Joseph. Look what you did.]

[Joseph frowns as Caesar starts to look like the cat that got the cream.]

What's with that look? [Joseph takes his arm back again to cover Caesar's face with his hand and give him a small shove.] I didn't mean anything by it. You put on this image of being such a perfect gentleman, but I know it's bullshit even if everyone else doesn't.

You don't have any more class than I do.

[Laughing, Caesar doesn't bother to dodge - just lets Joseph push him away, then gravitates back and pokes him in the chest.]

You meant something by it. Just because you run your mouth without thinking doesn't mean you can take everything back.

[It's out, buddy, you said it, and Caesar finds it hilarious.]

[He admits to nothing. You hear me? Nothing. In a sulky and petulant move, Joseph folds his arms with a huff.]

Believe what you want. I know what I meant and it wasn't whatever you think it was.

If you'd just admit that you said I was handsome, I'd leave you alone.

[No he wouldn't. That's a bullshit lie. He can't even keep a straight face when he says it.]

[Joseph scoffs as if this is the most preposterous thing Caesar could have ever said.]

I've seen dog assholes that were better looking than you, you arrogant prick. And those were mid-pooping.

[He wrinkles his nose, then jabs Joseph in the side again with his elbow.]

That's the most beautiful thing you've ever said to me.

[He gives a soft grunt at the jab. But okay, he can't help it. Joseph ducks his head for a brief second, and smiles some again.]

I know. I should really consider writing poetry.

[There we go. Much better. Caesar, on the other hand, never stopped smiling. He feels a little giddy.]

Your words deserve to be read by an international audience.

Tell me abou--... [He stops before his brow furrows in suspicion. He doesn't stop smiling, but.] You're not doing it again, are you?

Doing what?

[A completely innocent face is happening.]

[Wow, okay. This is supposed to be his schtick. How dare you give him a taste of his own medicine?]

You are such a prick, Caesar. I don't even know why I talk to you.

Because nobody else would put up with you.

[Where is the lie, though?]

[Now Caesar's getting an accusatory finger pointed at him.]

Now you're doing that other thing again!

[He goes straight back to folding his arms and he's sulking again.]

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