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[takeabow]

Who: Nova & u
Broadcast: fleet-wide
Action: on First Breath
When: Maintenant!

[ the video feed comes on and Nova is in the kitchen on First Breath. Her communicator is on the table in front of her and she's looking at it, chin on her hands. She looks... bored. Exhausted of being bored. ]

I'm not going to say we aren't well-equipped here, but does anyone have any actually real meat? That hasn't been pre-chewed? If I have to have another of these genuine canned meat products...

Anyway, we can probably barter something. Like I said, we're well-equipped.

[ she turns her communicator around the kitchen so people can see the spice rack and fancy extras they have. Though, it might be noted, it's not like she cleared this with any of her fellow crewmen... ]

Comments

[takeabow]

i know. joke.

it's not like we have a range here, tho. small space + sharp things

[evildetector]

maybe i can learn something else then.

[takeabow]

yeah. it'd probably be helpful.

too bad u didn't get a security augneby

augment

[evildetector]

augneby

[takeabow]

you know what i mean

[evildetector]

:P yeah instead i'm personnel. which is like? counselor or something? i am literally just a sidekick even in space. thanks, drift fleet.

[takeabow]

i dont think you're a sidekick

[evildetector]

nova. that's sweet. but i'm pretty sure my headshot is literally in the dictionary next to the word. literally no text. just the photo. it is universally understood.

[takeabow]

i'm from a different universe

[evildetector]

har har har. :P

[takeabow]

why are you texting, anyway? did you leave?

[evildetector]

oh. no. i just havent gotten out of bed yet.

[ he really doesn't want to present his shirtless, bed-headed self to the network, okay. ]

[takeabow]

...really?

[evildetector]

yeah.... don't give me that look....

[takeabow]

we're texting

[evildetector]

yeah, but i still know what look you were giving me.

[takeabow]

sure