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Who: Suzie and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video!
Action: On The Marsiva, newly arrived!
When: Afternoon, November 28th

[The view from the personal communicator broadcasting this particular message is — well, it's two things, really. One is that it's capturing a lovely, albeit partially-obscured view of the Marsiva, which also appears to be moving along at an ambling walking pace that's indicative of someone wandering around. The other is that whoever's responsible for this particular broadcast evidently missed the memo about appearing in it, because she's nowhere in sight.

All of which presumably adds up to the logical (and correct) conclusion: the communicator got shoved in a pocket and turned on by mistake, and here we are, granting the fleet an impromptu and oblivious tour of the Hospitality Deck and its sights and relative lack of sounds.]

...Helloooooo? Hello, perdonami! Um...if someone's there, I think there's been a...mistake...

[Wandering, wandering. Time to go look down the medical wing's corridor in search of human life, and be utterly disappointed.]

Hello? Someone in charge, can I speak with you, please? Someone? I can't be here right now, the boat's going to leave without me — it takes thirty minutes to get back, if I miss it I'll be stuck waiting a whole hour! I can't wait a whole hour, there's chores, the laundry won't get done if I'm not — I think I might've left the gas on, is someone theeeeeeeeere?

[The video meanders again; now we're over by the windows, evidently peering out into the void.]

Ohhhhhh, this isn't going to be good, if everyone comes back and I'm not there...

[A pause.]

Oh, no! Can Air Supplena even get phone calls or telegrams from outer space?!

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[Mm. No, that's not fooling him, and it makes him frown a little, pinched and uncertain. At least she laughed. That has to count for something. A start.]

[. . . That's strange to think about, isn't it? Anything as a starting point. For so long he thought of things as pointless, one long endpoint, nothing particularly worth pursuing. But Suzie is very much alive. Acting in any other way seems, frankly, like an insult to her.]

It won't be so bad, anyway. Jojo's here, and Lisa Lisa. And the other people, they aren't so bad.

[He has made, like, three entire friends. The miracles of space.]

Madame Lisa Lisa too?!

[SHE HASN'T RUN INTO HER ON THE MARSIVA YET. WHY? BECAUSE WHAT IS TIME IN RP, THAT'S WHY.]

How is she? Is she okay? ...I never got to ask if she packed the lavender sachets in her suitcase when you left, did she mention those — wait, why would she mention those to you boys, ummm...

[All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle. Especially in Jojos.]

We didn't talk to her about any lavender sachets, Suzie. Other things, though. I think she's okay.

[It's honestly kind of hard to tell though? And he's still like. 15% mad at her about the thing.]

Then I'm — even better still!

[Because how could she not be, when all of the most important people in the world are safe and sound.]

Did...did she get her package back...?

[The one she, y'know. Mailed. With her own two hands. Or that someone did with her own two hands, anyway.]

[He can't help smiling at that. Suzie, you are not that covert, but you are really cute, so it's fine.]

Everything's dealt with, yes. Everything's fine.

[With one or two minor hiccups, but Joseph promised, didn't he? He promised. They're all going to go home.]

Good.

[It really is. It's the best news she could've possibly heard.]

...For me, you all only just left, but...I missed you already, so however long it took you to deal with it, you better not have kept me waiting too long.

[Mmm. Yeah. He's not going to be able to keep this from her for long, is he? He can tell already. Just the way she's looking right now - even if she's happy, happiness at the expense of the truth . . .]

Jojo saved the day. So it probably took a little longer than it needed to. But we'll all be home soon.

...Well. It's Jojo, so there's no helping it.

[And maybe later it will occur to her that reading the wording of those remarks very precisely leaves a certain big gap with only a question mark to fill it, but it's certainly not going to now — so over her head it goes.

It probably also helps that she's just discovered something equally unsettling to preoccupy her attention.]

...Um. Is this supposed to be food?

[Oh, yeah, that's a thing. He wrinkles his nose.]

It's horrible, isn't it? When we were all down on the Marsiva, I could cook, and if you're on a ship with an assigned cook there are better ingredients, but generally . . .

[So deeply offensive.]

[ITALIAN SENSIBILITIES FOODSTUFF RIOT]

It looks like wallpaper paste.

[Poke. Poke poke poke the mush.]

I think it could function as wallpaper paste.

[Suzie, be a dear and take over Atroma so we don't have to eat this garbage anymore? Thanks.]

I was able to pull things together for his birthday, at least. Although I think you could've made a better cake.

[Which means he wishes you were there. In Caesar language.]

[Watch her attempt to make pasta out of it anyway. Just watch her. Where there's a will there's a way.]

...Ah. I missed Jojo's birthday? I'll have to think about it, and come up with a way to make it up to him when I see him...

I could probably help you with that, if you wanted.

[Like honestly just feed him anything that isn't space paste. Or . . .]

You could read his stupid comics.

[Guess who got suckered into doing that? This guy.]

...That's supposed to be a gift? Just reading a comic? That doesn't seem all that special...

[SAVE HER]

Trust me. He'd be happy if you did.

[Although.]

There's one other thing, but I haven't had any luck with it so far.

One other thing? Okay, I'm listening; what is it?

[His 1930s ass has managed to acquire some stealth since the legendary flirtpocalypse of 2015 . . . so here we go.]

He wants a dog. Apparently.

...In space.

[THIS IS THE MOST LEGITIMATE POSSIBLE REACTION, THOUGH.]

That's what I thought, too. But he . . .

[Ugh.]

He seems to have actually thought it through.

...Well, how do we get one? Does someplace have dogs, or is there someone we could —

[...]

Oh, but you said you hadn't had any luck so far...you must've already thought of that. Mmm...

If we're going to find one, it's going to be on one of the planets we stop at. But so far there hasn't really been much. One was sort of . . . an ocean thing, and the other was a desert. No dogs.

...Then maybe the third time will be the charm! First an ocean, then a desert, so the next one's got to be something better, doesn't it?

[watch it be polar icecaps. they will have to find a husky amid snowdrifts.]

The ocean wasn't so bad. Just no dogs. You probably would have had fun.

[There was a lot of fanservice, it was a good time.]

. . . Maybe Atroma will give you what you want, just because it's you. Who knows. [Even Atroma cannot make Suzie sad? It's illegal.]

[new gameplan: be cute as fuck until a sponsor sends a dog. this seems solid.]

Just because it's me, huh...don't you think you're exaggerating a little bit?

[COULD SHE EVEN STOP IF SHE WANTED TO? Highly doubtful.]

I don't think so. If it's just for Jojo, he's annoying, and if it's just for me, I'm not very nice. But you're . . .

[gestures to all of her.]

Hard to say no to.

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