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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

[action;]

[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.

[text;]

[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.

Comments

[wilder]

I dunno. Might taste better than the proteins.

Ah, that. [He'd say more but really - with how cynical he is, he wouldn't be surprised if that stuff did happen eventually.]

[symphonist]

[Joshua is totally hoping to watch some airlock shoving action while he's here. It'll make the pain of being left behind by his babysitter a little less.]

Boiled tofu suddenly sounds very appetizing.

[wilder]

Doesn't it?

Welcome to the Fleet.

[symphonist]

Why, thank you! I'm sure I'll have plenty of things to talk about with my patients. After all, I'm the Bishop's new counselor.

Joshua Kiryu, at your service.

[wilder]

[ . . . ]

You're one of the counselors?

[symphonist]

That I am! If you have any issues you'd like to get off your chest, I'll lend you a shoulder to cry on and an unbiased, supportive ear.

For sixty credits an hour.

[wilder]

[. . .]

Pass.

[symphonist]

Hm. Your loss.