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Who: Milla
Broadcast: Open video!
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: December 13th


[Milla looks unhappy. Get used to that look, you're going to be seeing it a lot. She's outside her office and points the camera at the door where a plate reads "Milla Maxwell" and then nudges the door open to show a small couch, a desk and some chairs.]

So what the hell do I do with this anyway? And where is the food? You know, actual food? Food people eat, not this gross whatever it is! I want to make soup... And what about a tomato omelette?

[She makes a frustrated noise and goes into the office, leaving the door open and flopping on the couch. She keeps the communicator above her.]

Listen just tell me who do I contact to go back to dying? [Dryly:] At least the miasma didn't have flavoured jellies for meals.

[Yeah she's sore about everything. She drops the communicator on her chest - someone might want to tell her about where that's pointing - and chooses to sulk on her couch.]

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[wilder]

[Wow thats...sure a view. Honestly, he was about ready to ignore this feed when something stands out to him.]

[I mean, besides the last view]

Go back to dying?

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[Milla grabs the talking thing and brings it back up to her face, blinking.]

Oh did you die, too? This sucks, huh? Oh, well, I guess most people weren't supposed to die or whatever so they'd be happy with this.

[She's... not unhappy entirely to be alive but the circumstances of everything make it hard to feel anything but bitter.]

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[wilder]

Well, I'm... [formerly dead, but brought back to life by someone else not part of the fleet, but then brought here-] ...well, let's just say it's a long story.

But I know there's people here that never died. More like you missed out on whatever the afterlife is.

[And weren't supposed to die? That's...never the makings of a happy story. Was she sacrificed? Executed? Hm]

permavideo;

[retconciled]

An afterlife, huh? [She snorts, sitting up on the couch to fold her arms.] I don't think I had one coming. [The Prime Milla was fine, so she was doomed to just fade, wasn't she? She sighs.] Well, I guess I'm stuck here now. At least someone else is too.

[Misery loves company and all that.]

[wilder]

Why not? Don't believe in them? [Not that...Kaneis is really sure on the matter himself.]

[And rather dryly] And oh yeah, it's always nice to take comfort in the fact that other people have to endure the same crappy food as you.

[retconciled]

Hey, if I have to endure it, someone else does too!

[She's not really sure how to explain what she thinks was going to happen to her, though.]

...And, well, there wasn't room for me in life, I don't think the afterlife had a space, either. That's all.

[wilder]

Hm?

[Words like that...sound a bit familiar. It sits a bit uncomfortably in his stomach. Maybe someone nicer would insist that's not true, even if he has no clue who this woman is and why she'd say that]

[But...he really doesn't know how to do that sincerely. So instead he makes a show of leaning closer to the screen, as if he's trying to get a better view - making a joke from her words]

That's strange. You sure? I mean you're curvy, but I wouldn't call you big. And that's after the camera's added the usual ten pounds...!

[Or at least, he's read that it apparently does.]

[retconciled]

[Way to derail her off her angst train. She turns a bright red.]

Did you just call me fat?! I'll have you know I'm a petite but toned woman! Th-This camera is obviously adding at least twenty pounds!

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[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka gives a derisive sound, pausing in his usual walk of the ship. She must be new, he hasn't seen her before, anyway.]

Yeah, sorry, no real food here. I'm working on it, soon as we hit a planet with anything made of meat, I'm stocking up. Until then, we've got whatever Del can cook up with the squishy protein stuff.

[He gives a short wave.] Anyway, hi, I'm Sokka. I'm your captain on this happy voyage into insanity.

[wilder]

[- oh whoops]

No, no- I said curvy! Not fat! It means you have hips and stuff! You have a great body, really!

[retconciled]

[Is that better? In theory, yes. But now she's flustered.]

Wh-What?! I do?! [Wait no.] O-Of course I do! Don't go looking at it! I don't want to be stuck with a pervert!

[Good thing she missed that post.]

[wilder]

Hey it's kinda hard not to look! What me having eyes and all!

[What come on Milla for a small fee it'd be a fabulous night with fabulous hair. ]

[retconciled]

[She sits up, legs hanging off the armrest of the couch.]

You're the captain? [Well he said he was working on food, so that's a bonus point.] As soon as we get some food, I can help with cooking a little. I'm good at soup and I could probably do stew, too!

[She realises that isn't her job but she has priorities.]

Oh and I'm Milla.

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[save_the_souls]

[Wait. That sounded like- a new person!! If there was a new person brought onto the ship, that must mean-]

[Allen pokes his head in the doorway of Milla's office. Wow. This place actually looks nice. BUT FIRST THING IS FIRST]

Ah- Welcome, Miss!

I'm sorry to ask, but was there any pudding with you when you came on the ship?

[THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT.

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[What she doesn't get it for free with this hair?]

I don't even know your name! It's rude to look when you haven't even introduced yourself!

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[She gives him a flat look before reaching on the floor and picking up the tray of pudding.]

You mean this?

[Is he like a stray dog? She holds the tray out to him just a little.]

[wilder]

[.......What about a discount?]

[He sighs.]

Fine, fine.

I'm Kaneis. What's your name?

[save_the_souls]

[wow rude he's not a dog, he was just mistaken for one]

[But he perks up at the sight of that tray. Sure. Pudding isn't a favorite food. BUT ITS FOOD.]

Yes- that!

[retconciled]

It's Milla. [She smiles.] It's nice to meet you, probably.

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[Oh she can't say no to that face. She gestures at it.]

Help yourself. I'm not big on pudding. It should go to someone who likes it.

[wilder]

[He snorts] Last I heard, jury's still out on that one.

But Milla, alright. The dead lady who likes tomatoes. Or is it just tomato omelettes?

[save_the_souls]

[Oh wow you made his day]

You sure? [He makes a happy sound] Thank you!

[He starts reaching over for that pudding]

I'm Allen Walker. What's your name?

[retconciled]

[What a puppy. She feels like she's feeding one, anyway, and it endears her a lot. She even holds the tray still while he takes what he wants.]

Milla Maxwell. I didn't think I would be rooming with a pudding enthusiast.

[retconciled]

Tomato omelettes. They're my favourite food. Someone made them for me and I liked them a lot. Other than that, I used to be the Lord of Spirits but I'm just a human now.

[She flops back again, keeping he communicator held aloft.]

So what about you, Kaneis the formerly dead pervert?

[save_the_souls]

[He takes a cup and a spoon that's on the tray, moving to dig in. Mmm, sweet real food. But he gives a little laugh]

Ha- I'm not sure I'm a pudding enthusiast- but it is quite good! And it's real food, unlike those protein gels. [Which are a TRAVESTY.]