driftfleet | Let's go sunning

[Whatever solemnity Diamond had managed to affect in Atroma's last broadcast, it's all gone now. After the little jingle announces her presence, her voice rings out from every speaker with bright exuberance.]

Good morning, dear passengers! It looks like you're all enjoying summer as much as we are, hmm? All that beautiful weather, and... goodness... your summer outfits have kept us all talking. Ratings have been quite good.

[A sigh that definitely sounds on the dreamy, pleased side of things.]

As far as the Shuffle goes, it seems that faces are coming and going at a lazy summertime pace. We've lost one captain this week, but Captain Terran is taking over the helm.

And since there is nothing else to report-- [Because why would she comment on any of the serious topics going on] --it's time for a little fan mail! With children all home from school, summer is our busiest time for letters.

[To prove that there is a letter to read, the sound of unfolding paper crinkles somewhere very close to the microphone.]

"Dear Drift Fleet, I love the show! My favorite ships are the Bishop and the Golden! I hope someone from those crews win at the end. I wanted to know, if the ships were people, what would each one be like? Which ones would get along and which ones would fight? Who would have crushes on each other?"

--Goodness! What a fascinating question. This sounds like one for you to answer, dear passengers. Please, tell us your thoughts!

Remember, the worlds are watching!

[And with that, the signal goes quiet, but the line is left open. Sounds like they're waiting for a response.]

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So, are you the one who's ass we have to kick to go home?

[nightingale has good priorities, see.]

What are you gonna do? Annoy them to death?

It's better than rippling at them. Besides, have you forgotten that I'm a mage?

You keep talking shit, but you don't even know what Ripple can do. I'm willing to bet I'd get a lot farther with than you with your magic.

I'd like to see a ripple that can do more damage than my Fire 3.

Fire 3? What kind of stupid name is that for a spell?

[...Joseph, you don't really want to talk about move names, okay. Stop while you're ahead.]

It's the third-tier fire spell. So, Fire 3.

But maybe let's stop talking about the shit we can do where enemies can listen in?

They can see and hear everything we do everywhere. I don't think talking about it is going to give them any advantages they don't already have.

And that's why I haven't been using or talking about most of my spells.

You really think they don't already know everything and they just brought everyone here completely blind?

Pretty sure if there's anyone they wouldn't be able to see shit about, it's me.

[He snorts derisively.]

Like you're that special.

[She shrugs.]

Not broadcasting why for everyone to see.

You are so full of shit. If you were that special, they probably wouldn't have taken you in the first place, but you definitely wouldn't still be here just trying to pick fights with me.

Think what you want, I don't care. If you're really thirsty for an explanation, you can come find me, but I'm not particularly interested in dealing with a second Swan.

[His face screws up in confusion because what the fuck does she mean by "thirsty"? Who (or what) the hell is (a) Swan? But then he looks smug and a little sly.]

You're just pissed off because I have a point and you know it. You're stuck here just like the rest of us and you're not that special.

That must be really difficult for a princess like you.

[There's a clicking noise, and the video feed abruptly cuts off, though the audio remains.]

I'm not special, you smug piece of shit, I'm dead, and I'm stuck here because there's nowhere I can go back to. So, for what I'm sure must be the first time in your life, please just shut up. Pull your empty head out of your ass, clean the shit out of your ears, and just shut up.

[She's not going to wait for a response, though, she's hanging up on him right then.]

[Joseph, for a moment, is actually stunned into silence when she mentions being dead and having nowhere to go back to. By the time he find his voice to say something, she's cut the feed completely and his apology dies on a sharp exhale. He really doesn't like this chick's attitude, but he didn't mean to rub salt into that particular wound. He wouldn't mean to do that in general, but given that Caesar's in the same position?]

[Well, he feels just straight-up feels rotten and guilty about it. But he doesn't go looking for her. He just leaves her be and gives her space, opting to avoid her altogether rather than go looking for her. A couple of days later though, he will leave one of the glowing fish outside her room. Underneath its bowl is a small piece of paper that just says:]

Sorry about earlier.

- JJ

[It's a little indirect, but he'd rather let her keep the space than try to force a conversation and just make it worse.]

Let's go sunning

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