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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.

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[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.

[onlyanapple]

I do tend to do that, now and again. Have my moments, you know.


...Or do you?

[symphonist]

[And his bluff has been called, not once, but twice. He can't bullshit his way out of a direct question-- not without making some shit up that he probably has no right to-- so he just sighs and gives up.]

All right, you got me. I have no idea who you are or even how we met. That doesn't mean I actually care to find out, but since you so gracefully threw yourself in my direction, I'm obligated to pretend for a few minutes.

[onlyanapple]

How kind of you. [The sarcasm is strong.]

That's probably for the best, in the long run. Gives you less of a chance to be an obnoxious little shite.