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[deshabille]

Who: Mal and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The Marsiva
When: Right meow (November 8)

Is everyone having fun?

[You know . . . if her expression were any different, that would sound absolutely sarcastic and pretty condescending. But she's positively beaming. Gleeful. Mal is having a great few weeks.]

It's more fun on the ships, I have to admit, but everyone's minds are so interesting. People can look almost exactly the same on the outside and be absolutely distinctive on the inside. [And she thinks that's beautiful.]

Also, a question - most of these videos and things are from Earth, yes? Well, I'm not, so someone ought to tell me where to start. My requirements thus far are: no folk music, no Taylor Swift.

[A beat. She frowns.]

No romance unless there's also a lot of punching. [Or you're Cassandra. The only exception.]

Comments

[theshabbiestofmen]

Ah.

[His smile is sad and sympathetic.]

I'm sorry. Those are the worst kinds of war.

[deshabille]

There is no good kind. But you're right.

[She smiles back, brief but genuine.]

You can tell me, if you want. Or we can keep talking about me. I can talk about me for hours.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He grins-- amused, yeah, and a little self-conscious.]

It's . . . god. Over a lot of things, honestly. I don't know how James has told anyone, really-- but there's a man. A leader of a movement which hates anyone who isn't what he calls pureblood. Anyone who has any relation to nonmagic peoples-- which includes myself, by the way, my mother wasn't magical in the least-- he wants to kill them all. A mass genocide, leaving behind only those he deems pure enough.

Idiotic, but he's attracted a vast amount of followers.

[He doesn't look twenty-one anymore. Now Remus just looks tired, tired and sad. There's a bit of white in his hair, he knows, because it's been such a long fight so far.]

So. We fight. James is part of it, though he doesn't know it yet. We join right out of school. Run missions, fight against Death Eaters-- that's what they call themselves, because their entire motive is to spread terror. And they do it very, very well.

[deshabille]

[He does look tired. Which tells her a few things, really. One: he very much is a soldier, whether he chooses to categorize himself like that or not. Two: she'll have to change the subject soon or risk wearing him out utterly, and she's already quite decided he doesn't deserve that. He's a good lad, and for some people, this place can function as a break - an odd break, but a break all the same.]

[Resting her chin on her hand, she leans in a little, curious but making an effort to be less oppressive in her curiosity than usual.]

You'd be surprised at how attractive hate can be to a certain kind of person, who's used to power. Or, well. Maybe you wouldn't.

What's his name? In case he shows up here, so I can kick him in the fork preemptively.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Good question. He calls himself Voldemort. God knows what his original name is, but he wants people to be so afraid of him that we just call him You-Know-Who.

[deshabille]

. . . Eurgh.

[WHO DOES THAT.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Repellant in story, rather effective in person.

[deshabille]

What a bastard. It's the charming monsters that are the worst.