{i think you know too much, but the mind knows what the mouth wants}

[brokencopy]

Who: B; anyone who happens to be on the SS Heron
Broadcast: Nope.
Action: All over the Heron.
When: Januaryish ... all month, if you like.

{This is a ship mingle! Come get your socialization on.}

Comments

[brokencopy]

[B arches an eyebrow at the suggestion but doesn't otherwise visibly react.]

That's not exactly in the spirit of cooperation, is it. How do expect the ship to run if its crew doesn't also function like a well-oiled machine?

[He sounds for all the world like he actually believes this complete bullshit he's saying.]

[reconstitution]

It worked well enough before the Atroma meddled.

[ But boy, has he heard those words before, and it doesn't sit well with him. ]

[brokencopy]

Well, I wasn't here before Atroma, as you say, meddled.

[B turns back to tinkering at the machinery in front of him with a slight narrowing of his eyes, a momentary tightening of his jaw. He still sounds perfectly calm, but that's a lie. He's furious about being meddled with.]

The past doesn't concern me in the slightest. What interests me is the present - the situation at hand now.

[reconstitution]

I'm aware of that.

[ He glances to what B is studiously working on, then to the hall around them. ]

Do what you want, just don't make it colder.

[brokencopy]

Very well.

[Clink and a bit of paneling goes skittering off to the nearest corner.]

There would be no sense in making the temperature colder.

[reconstitution]

Apparently that doesn't matter.

[ He steps to the side so he doesn't get hit by flying debris. ]

[brokencopy]

Of course it does.

[He picks up another loose piece of paneling and holds it up to examine it closely.]

Everything I do has a purpose.

[reconstitution]

No-- nevermind.

[ His level of done is at about 98% right now. Probably best to just walk the other way. ]