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[symphonist]

Who: Joshua
Broadcast: Text | Open
Action: Anyone on the S.S. Bishop
When: After being shuffled onto the new ship

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[One moment he is on the Marsiva, waiting, and the next, he is appearing on the S.S. Bishop with a flourish of confetti and-- is that glitter? That can't be good for the ventilation systems. Ah, well. He doesn't seem interested in the 'dessert' that's been sent along with him. And honestly, he doesn't look like much-- just a skinny as hell fifteen year old dressed in a lavender shirt and some ridiculous pants. He's decidedly plain.

But there is a nasty slant to his smile, an edge to his eyes, that doesn't do much to make him seem friendly.]

I'm not sure what I expected... and yet I'm still disappointed.

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[When he's met his crew and such, he pops onto the network. He'll figure out the video function later.]

You know, I always thought space would be full of more... unusual things. Blue alien women wearing Harajuku latex, next-generation food replicators, oddball electronic music... But this?

This is about as appetizing physically and mentally as boiled tofu.

I am not whelmed.

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[carreau]

[ A fellow teenager, though a poorly dressed one, is here to greet his new crewmember! Brushing a bit of confetti from his hair: ]

Ahaha, already? It's not thaaaat bad here.

But if you meant the celebration, we can do more than that!

[ If Joshua is giving off any signs of unhappiness or not-wanting-to-talk...ness, then Henry is ignoring them. Or just not noticing them. It's hard to tell with him sometimes. ]

--oh, right. I'm the captain here. Nice to meet you~

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[symphonist]

[It's okay. He can make gold out of coal, just give him some time.]

I don't exactly spend my time watching science fiction, but I was still expecting something flashier, you know? This place looks like it needs a fresh coat of paint. [He shrugs.] Oh well.

[Though Joshua is a bit cranky, he's not projecting it towards Henry specifically. He smiles it away, putting on his usual mask without trouble.]

You can call me Joshua. I'll be your... ah, what was it? Your counselor. [He gives a lazy salute. It'd probably be mocking to anyone else.] At your service, Captain.

[carreau]

[ He can be the ship's fashion counselor too. ]

Hmm~ If we find any paint, we could do that...

[ Taking his duties as captain to mean keeping the crew happy. Also he's just kind of eager to please, normally. ]

Ahaha, you can just call me Henry.

[ It probably won't seem as awkward as calling someone like this "Captain," either. ]

[symphonist]

I hope it's a lovely, cheerful color. We could even paint things on it.

[Yes, that sounds good. He easily slips his hands into his pockets, just as smiley as Henry and yet somehow more unsettling. How the hell does he manage that?]

Henry, then. Do you actually know how to fly the ship, or did you get the same 'training' everyone gets? I'm just curious.

[carreau]

Ahaha, it'll be fun!

[ SS Bishop? More like SS Bizarre. ]

Nope~ I don't know how to fly it at all! Buuuut, I'm good at other things...

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[wilder]

Space is a massive space of darkness. I really don't see how you could expect much else.

[symphonist]

Wrong.

Space is full of countless galaxies, each containing mind-breaking amounts of solar systems just like the one you're from. And that's without touching alternate universes, which most certainly exist.

You should expect anything and everything.

[wilder]

[...]

[Did he just accidentally turn on a science documentary? Jeez]

...Right.

Well, well other than a single crappy planet, this part of space has been a massive bunch of darkness. So guess we just got the boring part of space!

[symphonist]

[Nah, he just likes pointing out how small-minded and insignificant people are.]

There is a lot of space in space. Maybe we won't have to wait ten years to get to the next planet, or maybe we'll waste away and die here, supposedly on someone else's screen...

Who knows.

[wilder]

I dunno. Us wasting away sounds like a really boring show.

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[limitstorm]

I don't think they care about impressing.

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[symphonist]

That's too bad. Do you think they'll care after we've staged a revolution and taken over the mother ship?

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[ladiesss]

I know, right? With the creepy junker ships, you'd at least expect that thing from Alien to show up somewhere. Or space cowboys. So far it's kind of just been sitting around.

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[symphonist]

Space cowboys! Even though I'm not much for western wear, I'll take anything that doesn't look like a prison show. Plus, there's something very cute about petticoats.

They probably have fashion designers out here, somewhere. We'll just have to keep our eyes open. In the meantime, we can make our own fun.

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[ladiesss]

I would take petticoats. The boots and jeans are kind of cute, though I doubt their historical accuracy. Anyway - are you suggesting arts and crafts time, or do you have something better?

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[symphonist]

I love petticoats. And who gives a hoot about historical accuracy when you can look cute?

Everyone has a different meaning for the word 'fun'. So, really, it depends on what you want to do.

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[ladiesss]

I like arts and crafts time. I used to make my own skirts all the time.

Just need some space fabric and I'm ready to go.

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[aberrant_type]

The only aliens we've met have been a little underwhelming! I'd hope for more than humans with a new paint job. But we do have some fascinating nonhumans on board! Buck up!

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[symphonist]

[Hey look, he figured out this function.]

Oh really? Do tell. Japan might be strange, but I have to admit it's lacking in aliens.

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[aberrant_type]

There's not that much to tell, unfortunately. We didn't stay on that planet long. [Also, she sounds hoarse. Maybe she's sick?] It was mostly barren desert from what I could tell, with little plant and animal life to speak of - unusual, since they said they'd been working on terraforming for a while. All of the people there were orange and ash blond, but humanoid in body structure and metabolism.

To whom do I owe the pleasure, by the way?

[symphonist]

Orange and... blonde. Sounds like an unfortunate spray tan incident more than extraterrestrial contact.

[He flips his hair, invisibly.]

My name is Joshua. I'm the S.S. Bishop's counselor. I'm sure we'll have plenty to talk about, hee hee.

Video - so late

[onlyanapple]

...Oh no. Not you again.

video; no such thing, i'm on hiatus it's a HUGE AMERICAN HOLIDAY so

[symphonist]

[Hey look, he can do this too.

It's exactly what you feared, Crowley.]

Woooowww, that's rude. [He smiles like a knife.] I don't think I've done anything to warrant that reaction. I just got here, you know.

[This man thinks he knows Joshua, and he's dressed sort of like a Reaper. Time to pay attention, maybe lead him on a bit if possible.]

GOOD GOOD

[onlyanapple]

Actually, I think you'll find you've done plenty, and from my experience, you'd be rather proud of the fact.

[Crowley's suspicions are up instantly. Maybe he's another one who Doesn't Remember. Not that he expects Joshua to ever straight up admit to that. Getting a straight answer from Joshua was like trying to draw a squiggly line with a ruler.]

[symphonist]

I didn't say I wasn't proud of what I've done, but I just got here. Do you really have to spoil the fun for everyone else?

They'll figure it out eventually. Maybe.