004 - Friends in Low Places

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Who: Crowley and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: Right now!

[Crowley isn't in his usual place, lounging before the communications array aboard the Pathstone. Today, he seems to be wandering one of the big, empty spaces within the Iskaulit, looking around him with a small level of appraisal. ]

Back in Paradisa, there were a number of bars around the place. Gave people a place to go spend time, drown their sorrows, maybe people watch, or just sit in a corner and ignore the fact they were trapped in a magical soul-eating castle. One of my favourite places was a bar called the Lux. Great place, that.

[He wanders over to one part of the room, holding one hand out like he's trying to judge the space. ]

Discounting the fleeting places we end up on our travels, we haven't got anywhere like that here. Our own Drift Fleet captives place. Seen as we have this floating lot of empty space following us now, we might as well use it. So this is me, laying claim to this space for a bar that will be named at a later date. Something classy, I think.

Of course, work isn't my thing, so anyone interested in joining me in this grand and marvellous enterprise? I'd say I'll make it worth your while, but I think having our own bar will do that all by itself.

Comments

[delincuente]

It's totally not. But we had a few at the last place I lived. Like this one guy? His face twin was some cheesy super villain with goggles.

At least tell me this Willow chick is cooler than that.

[experiencepoints]

[The saddest thing is, Nightingale doesn't actually know enough to tell her that Willow was on a team with fucking Magneto.]

... Still, that happening at all is enough to make me suddenly see the appeal of having a bar open here. Especially since there's another layer of complication.

I only talked to her a couple of times, but she was okay? ... I may not have made the best first impression. Seemed strong enough.

[delincuente]

Basically everything about these places is enough to make a bar sound like paradise, okay?

[She gives one of her little snort half-laughs.]

And "okay" is better than, like, super-sucky or something. I guess.

[experiencepoints]

Yeah, I'm sold on it.

She hung out with my teammates, and they're all badasses, so she probably was too?

[delincuente]

[And that gets a flat-out real laugh.]

Oh yeah, then. Definitely me. I'm as badass as they come.

[experiencepoints]

And humble, too.

[delincuente]

Yep! Just one of my many qualities. It's why I have so many friends.

[experiencepoints]

... Okay, I'm still new at this, was that real or sarcasm?

[delincuente]

Oh, sarcasm. It's my native language.

... More sarcasm.

[experiencepoints]

I got it that time. Thanks.

Nightingale, by the way.

[delincuente]

[She gives a nod of approval.]

Dig the name.

I'm Alex.

[experiencepoints]

... Well, that's a new reaction. Thanks, I'm pretty fond of it.

Nice to meet you. Sort-of meet you.

[delincuente]

Hey, we're in the Digital Age. Meeting on camera counts as meeting.

[experiencepoints]

Well, that and meeting you before. Amnesiac you. Amnesiac maybe-you. This shit is complicated.

[delincuente]

Wait, amnesiac? I thought she just looked like me. You said she had a different name.

[experiencepoints]

Well, yeah? I mean, if you forget your name, you pick a new one.

[delincuente]

And you're saying I chose "Willow". I named myself after a freaking plant, like some weepy flower child.

[experiencepoints]

You, or your potential doppelganger? Or your doppelganger's team and she went with it.

[delincuente]

Hn. I still don't like it. It sounds like someone who does yoga and drinks stuff with chia seeds in it. Maybe they brainwashed her. Or me. I-D-K.

[experiencepoints]

... Yeah, I understood none of that.

[delincuente]

It's a different dialect. You pick it up over time.