mingle mangle

[takeabow]

Who: anyone!
Broadcast: why not!
Action: sure!
When: Whenever!

[ what are you up to, flooters? passing the time playing cribbage? watching Die Hard with a Vengeance, or maybe trying to repair friendships and perceptions of people that were dashed by invasive dreamscapes?

This is a mingle, so enjoy! ]

Comments

action, ota

[tothefly]

[Apparently, the clock up here isn't synced with Greenwich Mean Time. Or maybe Atroma's just screwing with her. Either one is entirely likely, and right now she's more focused on the shrill, tinny noise coming from her comm to worry about the rest. Seriously? Here, now? Feel free to come see what the noise is about, or help her find the nearest large, heavy object to smash this thing with.]

[takeabow]

[ covering one of her ears ]

What is that?

[tothefly]

Annoying.

[Maybe stuffing it between the seat cushions will muffle it a little...?]

[takeabow]

Well, obviously.

[tothefly]

[Muffling it only works a little. She looks over at Nova.]]

Don't happen to have a hammer on you, do you?

[takeabow]

No such luck, no.

Do you know why you're being targeted?

[tothefly]

.[Does she ever.]

No clue. Maybe they thought it was too quiet around here lately. Or maybe it's someone's idea of a joke.

Think drowning it would work?

[reconstitution]

[ He's dealt with a lot of torturous noises in his life, but this one may actually take first place. His face is scrunched in annoyance as he searches for the source to make it stop. Oh. Look, it's her.

If you need something to smash it with, he is pretty handy when it comes to bashing. ]

« What are you doing? »

[ Why do you do this, Natasha? ]

[tothefly]

[She replies in the same language, not even thinking about who might be listening.]

Trying to make it stop. You have a hammer?

[Perhaps a not so choice selection of words, but still apropos. She doesn't retract them, still fiddling with buttons.]

[reconstitution]

« A hammer isn't necessary. »

[ He simply holds out his left hand, palm up. Who needs a hammer when you have a nearly-indestructible fist? ]

[tothefly]

[He's welcome to try. The thing seems pretty damn tough, though. In fact, as he squeezes, it only sounds faintly distressed, finally stopping its singing with a faint creaking. Natasha perks up at that. Just a little.]

There. That's better.

[reconstitution]

[ Winter offers her a nod, holding the offending item back out to her. With the amount of force he'd exerted, it should have been nothing but parts. Interesting.. ]

It is.

[tothefly]

[She takes the now silent device back with a small nod, pocketing it and looking up at him.]

Keeping busy?

[She hasn't seen much of him, lately. Not since that night in his calibration room.]

[truthvalue]

[Well ... OK. That's definitely different. The melody is distorted somewhat, but still recognizable with some effort.]

It's your birthday?

[tothefly]

It's the wrong date.

[She doesn't want to answer yes to this question, especially here. Like this. Come on, don't any of these buttons work?]

[truthvalue]

Early or late?

[tothefly]

Hard to tell. I'm not even sure we stick to a standard 24-hour cycle here. Or if there's any missing gaps of time.

[It's a little disconcerting, to be honest. She's always been very good at counting time.]

[truthvalue]

Well, happy birthday anyway, early or late.

[tothefly]

...Thank you. It isn't really something I celebrate. Usually, I'm working.

[It's just another day. If anything, a reminder that she hasn't managed to get herself killed for another year.]

[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese KNOWS that song. That song is the music of his SOUL. He'll canter over like an excited puppy. ]

Sweet Celestia! Is it your birthday?!!!

[tothefly]

No. They're off by a few hours.

[Like she'd tell you, party pony. You're just going to get confetti in her hair again, aren't you?]

[preformthisneigh]

[It is an inevitability at this juncture. Yep. His grin widens.]

Oh wow, really? That means I got a couple hours to prepare a fantabulous birthday party for you!

[tothefly]

A few hours late. They missed it.

[She continues to resist your charms, party pony. Take that. Are you going to try throwing a belated birthday party?]

[preformthisneigh]

[She may think this is something that will make him walk away and quit. The day has passed, after all. It's no longer her birthday so she can't have a celebration of any kind, right?

Yeah. No. Wrong.

He gasps, absolutely horrified. ]

They missed it? Well! We gotta fix this right now.

[He pulls a metric ton of confetti out of somewhere, throwing it in the air so it can drift down upon her like multicoloured snow. Don't breathe it in. He'll pull out his accordion to play her a BIRTHDAY SONG. ]

♫ Golly gosh we all missed your birthday
But don't you dare dismay
This party pony, with no regret
Will make this day absolutely perfect!
Sure we're trapped on this ship
But you shouldn't get a celebration pink slip
SOOOOOO let's have a belated birthday bash
And a happy belated birthday to yooooou! ♫

[tothefly]

[Well. In hindsight, she really should have seen that coming. After all, a polo-wearing self-professed party pony wouldn't let any chance to party pass him by. A party pony parties regardless of reason or rhyme. Is this what going insane feels like? She thinks it might. Insanity must be an accordion serenade as you spit out bits of paper confetti. When he finally finishes, she just. Stares at him. Dead-eyed. Done with today.]

They don't really have discretion where you're from, do they?