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[mordedura]

Who: Santanico Pandemonium and YOU
Broadcast: fleetwide text
Action: SS Golden
When: now

[Santanico sits by the window, looking outside at space. At least there isn't sunlight here, she doesn't have to worry about it burning or hurting her skin and yet she almost misses it. She had only spent a month with Richie before ending up here. She only had a month of freedom. It's almost funny.

Except where it isn't at all.

She refuses to be complacent. She spent over five hundred years as a prisoner in that "temple", that place of worship, she will not be another one here. Which is why she opens up her feed. (using the device has been an adjustment)]

Does anyone know who is responsible for us being here? Why has no one fought back? Do you enjoy being slaves?

[That's it. That's the post.]

Comments

[mordedura]

[She'd try not to kill him. Try.]

An okay drink is better than none, I suppose.

[Fighting lowlifes she could handle, although it would probably make her low profile less...well, low.]

Is that how you earned yours? Card games and fights?

[unfulfilledpotential]

Not quite. I got most of it from bartending and serving people at the restaurants. I'm okay at card games, but I'm no good at fighting.

[He'd flex his muscles to demonstrate, but frankly, he knows he doesn't look like he can hold his own.]

Also, if our mystery audience likes you, they'll throw money your way. Atroma calls it our "ratings," but heck if I know what the people like.

[mordedura]

I haven't played many card games, I suppose I'll need to learn.

[She can more than hold her own in a fight, though.]

So we're to perform for them? For their entertainment? [Yeah, that hits a button for her alright.]

[unfulfilledpotential]

I can teach you a couple. I'm not great, but I know enough.

[She was gonna find out about the ratings eventually, but it doesn't make him wince any less.]

Not... really? I mean, we're on TV, but beyond that, it's kinda open season. If there're cameras, I haven't found them. [Hesitant pause] Besides my own, I mean. I'm a photographer back home.

[mordedura]

I was a performer back home. [That's....the nice way of putting it. She danced in a stripclub. Without any choice in the matter.]

I can handle it but I admit, I had been hoping to retire from the role.

[unfulfilledpotential]

[It takes him a second or two to get the gist, because his mind does not really go there to begin with but once it does--

Oh. Oh now he's totally regretting the way this conversation is going.] Nnnot that kind of performance. I mean more like, if they like the way you fight? They'll toss money at you.

But it's not exactly consistent, so I like working the bar better.

[mordedura]

Performance is performance. [Whether it's fighting or dancing it's for their entertainment, whoever the they here happens to be. And either way it makes her stomach turn a little.]

I suppose we all have to make our best in this situation.

[unfulfilledpotential]

[She's got a point, and one he honestly hadn't considered until now.]

Pretty much. I know I'm not the best guy to ask since I'm still figuring things out, but let me know if there's anything I can do to help.

And I do actually mean anything. [He might regret this later.]

[mordedura]

You shouldn't offer that so lightly. Some might take advantage of.

[But it might be good to keep in mind if she gets tired of eating the damn blood pills. Which she probably will.]

[unfulfilledpotential]

Maybe. But you're also part of the crew, and the crew usually sticks together no matter what.

[Shawn hasn't fully bought into the spirit of team bonding, but considering how receptive Uzuki and Megaman have been... spitting on their energy seemed kinda rude. He shrugs.] If I can actually help with it, I might as well.

[mordedura]

Yes. Apparently I'm supposed to take care of personnel. [Which she thinks is a bad fit, but what can you do?]

I didn't realize the crews were such a close knit group.

[unfulfilledpotential]

[He's never going to understand Atroma's logic. Because personnel wouldn't have been his first guess either (it would've been security, or tactical support, or something suitably terrifying).]

It depends on the ship, I think. Sokka's is really close, like a family, while others are just groups of friends hanging out - but it makes sense too.

We're all stuck together on this hunk of junk, so we might as well try to get along.

[mordedura]

Right. I suppose that makes sense.

[Friends, being friendly, isn't something Santanico is good at. She's been imprisoned for centuries, she became hard because it was the only way to survive, with no one to truly rely on but herself.

It's going to take a while for that to change.]

[unfulfilledpotential]

Yeah.

[He glances back towards the panels, and offers a nervous shrug.] I should get back to my work, but - my name's Shawn. Sucky circumstances, but it's good to meet you.