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[bludicrous]

Who: michael j. caboose + whoever wants to engage this mess
Broadcast: the entire fleet, unfortunately
Action: marsiva
When: now!

[there is a guy(?) in the helmet of a space marine staring into the screen. once he's certain it's on, he backs up, and yeah-- dude is in full armor. given the attire, it might look like he's about to say something serious. and then he actually starts speaking.]

I am on TV! I am on TV! Look! Ah! Hellooooooo! [cue waving his arms around like a fool]

Um!! Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today... I would like to thank the academy. And, uhhh, Church. My best friend. Without my best friend, I never would have gotten this far! I would also like to thank Taco Tuesdays. Oh, and that reminds me-- salsa. THANK YOU TO WHATEVER PLANET FOR CREATING SALSA.

The end. Closing time. Good night and good luck, America!

[if your character wants to find him in-person, it's not hard. he's the rather large pile of armor shouting at his communicator, which is placed on a nearby chair.]

Comments

[bludicrous]

Maybe, since we are in space, we could make salsa out of comets. They are hot, right??

[and as everyone knows, that's the only ingredient you need when you make salsa. "hot".]

[feathery]

Hella hot incendiary doom. Jalapenos have got nothing on a big flaming space rock. But they'd probably make the salsa extra chunky.

[bludicrous]

Ohh. Yeah. Hella hot chunks!

[caboose sounds absolutely ridiculous when he swears; he's one of those people]

[feathery]

[Fucking incredible.]

Only the fucking hottest. You're gonna start up a big salsa cartel in the sky. Dunno which sky or if it matters, but it's the thought that counts.

[bludicrous]

Wow. Wow!

[he is nodding, and he is smiling under that helmet, because he is confused. but caboose is the type of person to take "smile and nod" like serious life advice. especially when he doesn't understand where a conversation is going.]

I hope it is the blue sky. Not the cloudy sky. Because it is not fun to get rained on. Oh! Or the red sky. Yeah it is not fun to get hit by a fireball either.

[feathery]

[Davesprite doesn't understand where this conversation is going either, but damn if he isn't going to milk it for all it's worth.]

Yeah, I could do without the Armageddon reenactment. Been there, done that. Figure the space-sky and its star colonies are the ideal monopoly zone, though.

[bludicrous]

Oh I love Monopoly. I am good at it. My favorite zone is the one that is not in the jail square, because I always am in that one.

[feathery]

I dunno, man, maybe you should embrace the jail zone. I'm pretty sure there's a whole niche of films where disasters go down and the protag survives 'cause he's locked up somewhere.