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[the_tailor]

Who: Lance and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Huntress + Iskaulit
When: 8/17

[A - Broadcast]

[The Lance on screen right now isn't exactly the same cheerful Lance most people are used to. He looks exhausted both physically and mentally, dark circles under his eyes, and it's clear that he hasn't bothered to take care of his appearance yet like he usually fastidiously does. Clearly, his little "vacation" hasn't made him be restful at all.]

Uh... Hey, I'm back. Looks like a few of us went all disappearing act again. But we're here now.

[He's quiet for a while, at an unusual loss for words.]

Looks like Earth's gonna have to wait a little while longer. I mean, I'm not too mad about it. This place... I like it here.

[Another pause, and he scrubs at his face.]

Um, yeah, that's about it, I guess? Thanks to everyone who took care of the pets. I know it's like a zoo here. Anyway. This is Lance, signing out.



[B - Action]

[Lance can be found both aboard the Huntress and Iskaulit, re-familiarizing himself with the ships. There's less of a pep in his step than before. Still, he goes to visit the animals, the pool, the bar, and various other places. Sometimes, he just walks. Feel free to bump into him anywhere.]

Pockets of Posies

[ultima_mortis]

Who: Death and You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Caprine
When: Today

Action - SS Caprine (Kitchen) 

[Death cannot hum, owing to the fact that he lacks fleshy bits of any kind meant to really facilitate such a process. Not that he doesn’t have an impressive baritone, but the closest he can come to is quietly speaking words out loud with rhythmic pauses meant to accompany music.

Passers-by of the kitchen will see him fiddling with long strips of pie crust as he arranges them over the tops of tins containing his latest attempts at baking. Following the success of the fruit pies and tarts and their cookie cousins, he is moving on to pot pies and the cheeky mincemeat.

Naturally, this calls for other forms of experimentation. Poppy nibbles happily on scraps of meat as Death very carefully curves around the strips into an intricate looking spiral. He takes a step back to admire the work and a new poem springs forth from his jaw.]

LAVENDERS BLUE, DILLY DILLY… LAVENDERS GREEN…

Broadcast - Live from the SS Caprine

[The pie is still steaming when he turns on the feed to show how the crust came out. It’s rather intricate for a pie, but his shoulders are the set hump of someone who is quite proud of himself. Poppy climbs his sleeve to get upon his shoulder and meows loudly at the communication device.]

NOT BAD FOR A FIRST TIME TRYING AN ORIGINAL CRUST. I THOUGHT OF SPIRALS FOUND IN NATURE AND ATTEMPTED TO RECREATE THE OVERALL SHAPE.