Broadcast 02

[tothefly]

Who: Natasha Romanoff and you, flooters
Broadcast: Fleetwide, voice only
Action: Possibly, in comments. On the SS Windrose in Natasha's office most likely.
When: End of the second week of August.

[Some of you might recognize that cool, measured voice coming from your comm. Others might just hear a competent woman with a tone light enough to seem careless, at first, until the words sink in and you find the steel underneath them.]

Funny how some of us just seemed to go a little out of character these last couple weeks. I'd expected some complications from the implant, but personality changes? Seems like an easy way to rig the ratings. Cheap, if you want my opinion, but they don't really ask around here.

I'm Natasha, ship's counselor over on the Windrose. I'll be in my office most of the day over the course of the next week. If you'd like to make an appointment, let me know. I'd be happy to talk with each of you, regardless of your ship affiliation. And, of course, anything that passes between us is completely confidential.

You have my word, for what it's worth to you.

[[ooc: If you'd like your character to take part in Nat's little psychological profiling experiment, please fill out the profile post here!]]

Comments

[tothefly]

Going to come take advantage of my skills any time soon, Herald?

[Her voice is light, but it's a genuine offer. She'll listen, if he's got more to say. On or off the record.]

[peacockherald]

Perhaps. I have... recently had my own healing, in Paradisa. I think I shall step aside and leave your time for those who require it more than I. But if you ever need someone to listen, you may come to me, Natasha.

[tothefly]

Nice of you to offer. Maybe I'll take you up on it, sometime.

[Maybe, but likely not--or not for anything incredibly personal. She thinks they both know that she isn't that sort of person, by now. But who knows?]

[peacockherald]

_{[ He does not think she will either, but he feels it is important she at least knows. Sometimes, things just pop up, yes? ]}

Any time. I would not mind a cup of tea or coffee either, next we can cross between ships.

_{[ He did enjoy talking to her, even if it was not for psychological purposes. ]}

[tothefly]

Maybe on the next waystation, assuming it isn't overrun with mind-controlled bugs like the last few.

[She's had worse company than his. And anyway, what else is there to do out here? May as well enjoy herself, in the moments she can.]

[peacockherald]

One can hope. How many of those can we possible run into out in the universe?

_{[ Probably a dangerous question, but there it is. ]}

[tothefly]

...I don't know if they have the term 'jinx' where you're from, but you've definitely set us up for it now. Every station from now on, nothing but bugs.

[peacockherald]

_{[ He laughed. ]}

Is there a way to remove this "jinx"?

[tothefly]

The usual folk remedy is to knock on wood. Three times, specifically. Generally I'm not much for superstition, but considering our luck...

[She smiles, a slightly lopsided but genuine look.]

[peacockherald]

I am to find wood in a fleet made of metal?

[tothefly]

That's the challenge, isn't it? Luckily, we're still planetside. If you believe in that sort of thing, at least there's plenty of trees around to bang on.

[peacockherald]

I suppose there is that. I might need to see if I cannot break off a bit of bark - for jinx emergencies.

[tothefly]

Never hurts to be prepared, Van.

[peacockherald]

Heh, you sound like my aunt and my sister when you say it like that.

[tothefly]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[peacockherald]

_{[ His grin widened. ]}

It very much is. Two more wonderful women you shall never meet.