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Who: Robin
Broadcast: Audio, accidentally open to the whole fleet.
Action: If applicable!
When: Middle of the day this week.

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[it kind of seems like Robin didn't mean for this message to be public, what with the way his voice suddenly cuts in mid-word and keeps going as if he was already talking to someone. quietly.]

--utes late, since I'm staying with this family... They're nice, but the old lady always accosts me when I try to leave. She's convinced I've never eaten in my life. She's, I don't know, four feet tall? Talks with this weird accent? Her daughter says it's because she's from a northern island, but I think she's just fucking with me--

[and here he is cut off by the sudden cackling of a much older woman. her voice gets louder and she presumably invades his personal space. she does have a weird accident. she might be making it up.]

Bird boy! Are you talking to your friend? Tell them they do not feed you enough! [another hearty cackle.] You're so tall and thin that the wind will pick you right up, whip you around like a kite!

I'm-- [awkward.] I'm probably going to be fine, ma'am...

No, no. You are too skinny! And too pale.

[there's a sudden "ggkk--" from Robin, but nothing else.]

You look like fish belly. Sick child. Go sit in the sun instead of staying inside another day, like real bird!

[Robin may or may not quietly mumble something about that just being "what he looks like" before the message (thankfully) ends. how awkward. still, nothing says you can't leave a message in response...]

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Yeah. This place is a hundred times less fucking batshit than Paradisa.

That's the place with the big castle, right? A lot of people here have been from there...

That'd be the place. And yeah, Atroma seem to like refugees from that shittip. Maybe it's pity, I don't know.

Ah... [he thinks about Ino, and their occasional tangents into talking about complete desensitization to everything the Drift Fleet has to throw at them. she was from the place with the castle.] Stop me if you're already sick of explaining to people, but... That bad, huh?

[Crowley sets his jaw, he looks even a little...worried. ]

Yes. That bad. Paradisa had times where it was fun, but when it moved against you, it really moved against you. As in, found whatever ways it could to try to break you, move against you.

[that is an interesting expression. again, one of those thoughtful silences of his, before suddenly:]

Do you ever worry that this is just another one of Paradisa's things meant to hurt you, and it just hasn't hit the fucked-up punchline yet?

Of course I do. This is exactly the sort of bullshit Paradisa would pull. Except...it has never lasted this long. It's usually a month tops; and that's rare, before everything turns as normal as it can in a sentient castle.

[ah, he got it. he nods a little, with a shallow smile.]

I have a place like that too. Not a castle, but a dark little world... I've been shoved between these places so many times, I wouldn't be all that surprised if I woke up back there one day like I'd never left.

So... I sincerely hope that neither of us go backwards.

It's more than a little terrifying that there are more than one place like this, that there are multiple ones. Makes you wonder if any world we live in is prone to doing the exact same thing, and we just don't realise it.

...Thanks, though.

It is a concerning thought. Or the thought that maybe they're not supposed to, but some higher force has gone and torn it all apart, and now there's holes in everything...

[he ends up shrugging. he doesn't acknowledge the thanks, for whatever reason.]

It's the kind of late-night thinking that could make a group of tightly-gathered crazy people even crazier, I bet.

Wouldn't be surprised.

...Yes, let's not release that seed of thought on the others. It has the potential to get very messy.

Very thoughtful of you. [a bright smile!] Ignorance is bliss, they say.

[Sarcastically. ]

That's what I'm aiming for.