i'm gonna show you crazy

[deshabille]

Who: Everyone on the SS Caprine!
Broadcast: None :(
Action: mingle mingle mingle
When: month-wide, get in here whenever you want

[hey everybody it's a mingle]

[when you're not sunbathing on planet sandals beach resort, GET IN HERE]

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[deshabille]

[Shit, she thought she had it for a second there. Growling, she starts tugging on his arm, trying to get him to open up again. It's cheating to cover your mouth with your hand!]

[At this point she's just indiscriminately kicking out at him and pulling him down. Give up, loser.]

[nextlineis]

[He will die before he gives up!]

[Okay, well, he gives up trying to get back up off the floor and so there is equal indiscriminate hitting back while keeping his head (namely his mouth) as far away from Mal as possible.]

[But really, you give up!!!]

[deshabille]

[At this point they're pretty much just rolling around kicking and punching at each other, which frankly Mal is fine with. She hasn't had a decent wrestling match in a while, and it's frankly hilarious to her that someone so large is having to fight so hard against him. The benefits of cheating.]

[And no, she will not give up. She grabs the back of his neck and tries to hold him still so she can get at his mouth better.]

[nextlineis]

[Holy fuck, Mal's grip is strong. Joseph's not really any match for that, so he's left instead just trying to swat and push Mal's own face away because he can't get his head away anymore and STOP IT.]

[deshabille]

[Stop touching her face, goddamnit. Without really thinking about it, she snaps at his fingers with too-sharp teeth as she presses the food pellet thingy to Joseph's lips. EAT THE THING, MOTHERFUCKER.]

[nextlineis]

[Of course, when she snaps, she manages to bite and Joseph lets out a yelp which is ultimately his undoing. As can probably be expected, he is immediately spitting as much of it out as he can.]

What the hell is wrong with you!?

[deshabille]

[It doesn't even matter that he only ate a little bit. The point is that she won and he lost. Laughing, she rolls off him and springs to her feet.]

Oh, come on. That was fun, wasn't it?

[nextlineis]

[He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand once he's done spitting everything out.]

Maybe up until the end.

[deshabille]

That's right.

[Hands on her hips, she surveys him with interest.]

You're incredibly rude and stubborn. I think I like you.

[nextlineis]

[He stands back up, dusting himself off.]

And you fight dirty. [Despite the fact he lost, he smirks.] I definitely like you.

[You know, with the exception of forcefeeding him.]

[deshabille]

[That makes her beam, all bright teeth and sharp eyes.]

I cheat. There's no other way to fight.

[She holds out her hand.]

Maladict. Call me Mal. I'm your captain, unless you wandered onto the ship by accident.

[nextlineis]

[He shakes the offered hand.]

Joseph, but you can call me Jojo. I'm your pilot.

[deshabille]

Jojo.

[She wrinkles her nose a little. What a weird nickname for a guy the size of a house. Oh, well.]

Oh, good. Maybe you can break us out of formation and take us somewhere exciting. [It's like . . . 55% a joke.]

[nextlineis]

I'm sure I could swing it.

[This is said with 100% confidence to her 55% joke.]

[deshabille]

[Oh, well. At least he's self-assured. Mal is perfectly well-versed in the nature of arrogance and is satisfied to see that she's not the only one on board with a giant ego.]

I'm sure you could. Have you ever been in space before? I hadn't, before here. [A beat; she makes another face.] We also didn't have lightswitches, though, so . . .

[nextlineis]

No, space travel isn't possible yet.

[It's the "yet," that's important and key. Joseph thinks they'll figure it out eventually. With all the advancements they're making at the Speedwagon Foundation (and okay the crazy German science, too, even if he's a lot wary about the people behind it), space travel has to be around the corner.]

[Joseph is gonna be really pissed about the lack of flying cars in the future, basically.]

[deshabille]

I think the only sort of space travel that happens on the Disc is when people fall off the edge of the world by accident.

[Although admittedly she's only heard stories of that. It sounds like a pretty crappy way to go.]

[nextlineis]

[There's a confused furrowing of his brow.]

The Disc?

[water u talkin about]

[deshabille]

[Oh, gods, not this again.]

The Disc. Where I come from. Round and flat, like a disc, see? With oceans at the edges, mountains in the middle.

[She doesn't go into the elephants or Great A'Tuin, because . . . people just hardly ever believe that.]

[nextlineis]

[He squints.]

So...your world is flat? And you can actually fall off the edge?

[This should be very straightforward, but he is 90% confused as to how that's actually possible.]

[deshabille]

Yes. You've got it exactly.

[A long pause, as she looks up at the stupid look on his face very carefully.]

It's magic, [she adds helpfully.]

[nextlineis]

[Is that really helpful? Is it?]

[...No, it's really not.]

But how does that work? Planets are always round.

[deshabille]

Obviously they're not. That just goes to show your limited and prejudiced Roundworld perspective.

[She clicks her tongue and shakes her head at him. Is she joking? Is she?]

[Yes, she mostly is.]

[nextlineis]

I don't think you can be prejudiced about world shapes.

[deshabille]

Maybe no one was before you. You're a trendsetter.