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[goodjob]

Who: Fiona Gallagher and you.
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: the Marsiva
When: 1/20

[The camera manages to catch Fiona waking up with an angry yelp before she stumbles furiously out of bed, and off screen. Something like a muffled scream can be heard, but not seen. She's gone for a fair amount of time before she returns to addresse the camera directly.]

[She looks tired, a breath away from haggard. Her voice is harsh.] I feel like my room's been downgraded. What are our coordinates? [She frowns, scratches the back of her neck.] Where are we? And... how long's it been since the fire?

[That out of the way, she relaxes and asks in a more conversational tone:] And has anybody got a smoke? I'm definitely not quitting now. [She rolls her eyes.]

Oh, and Adrien, you owe me a drink. [Muttered:] At least.

[Anyone who wants to find Fiona on the bridge of the Marsiva is welcome to do so! They can find her when she just woke up, when she went off screen to scream into a pillow, or after the message when she'll be spending her time inspecting everything, and trying to find some cigarettes.]

Comments

[goodjob]

[She snorts. Probably deserved that.] If there's a whole team dedicated to pest control, they need more help than I can give 'em.

No, I- [Her expression changes, and for the first time she really takes stock of all the knew knowledge just... residing in her brain now.] I guess I know how to fly a ship now. Jesus. This isn't even the weirdest thing that's happened in the last few months.

[sandhate]

Son of a bantha, you're a pilot.

[ he manages not to look completely baffled and frustrated at the same time, mostly because he doesn't know what his face should be doing. probably horrified. ]

Oh, that's just great.

[goodjob]

Hey, fuck you, I been driving since I was eleven. [It's said without any venom. Jokingly:] Or you got something against lady drivers?

[sandhate]

[ He doesn't even bother answering that, also more pressing: ] Driving and flying aren't the same thing, you know that.

And I've been driving since I was nine.

[goodjob]

Yeah, I know that. I never flown before, dunno if I'll be any good at it, but it's weird, I know all this shit about it now.

Guessing you learned the normal way?

[sandhate]

Sort of. [ gonna hold back on the space wizardry shit for now ]

It would be strange if you've never flown before. I got the same augument, I didn't feel anything different for most part.

[goodjob]

As normal as a planet with space ships, I got it.

Huh. Is that normal?

[sandhate]

Eh. I've flown ships before I got woke up here and I only have one of these so I wouldn't know what's normal.

Besides, you're pre-spaceflight human brought on-board for someone else's entertainment. That's about as normal as it gets.

[goodjob]

Hey, we been to space, just... not for shits and giggles. [Shrug. She's not interested in defending Earth's honor for long.]

[In a more serious tone,] Someone else's entertainment. I keep seeing that pop up on the network. Not real excited about it.

[sandhate]

[ pls don't bring up earth unless she wants anakin to list all the star systems he knows and ask if that's where earth is. we could be here for hours ]

Really. You aren't real excited about being on a holodrama.

Join the club with the rest of the crew.

[goodjob]

[anakin pls]

Jesus, you must be popular wherever you come from. Do you do this third degree shit to everybody you talk to?

[sandhate]

What, I'm only trying to say everyone shares your feeling about it.

[goodjob]

We need to work on your people skills. If I wasn't so goddamn gracious I'd have picked a fight with you already. [Said with a heavy helping of irony, maybe even self-deprecation.]

[sandhate]

Well, what do you want me to say?

There's nothing we can do about this situation we're in at the moment. And you're going to see a lot more weird, possibly unpleasant things on the network. The best you can do is try to live and help each other out when there's a call for it.

[goodjob]

And you're sooo the helping type?

[sandhate]

I'm the fire brigade.

ur fuckin killing me

[goodjob]

Well, okay, Fire Brigade, I'm Fiona Gallagher. Recreational pyromaniac. [Can a wave be sarcastic? This one can.]

[sandhate]

[ pffbbbt ]

Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight and pilot of the Paisley.

[goodjob]

[She narrows her eyes a little. Skywalker, that sounds familiar. Isn't that from those shows Lip used to watch? What were they called?]

[Star Trek.]

[More importantly:] I knew a Jedi once. He looked kinda like the guy from Moulin Rouge. [Jokingly,] Do you guys all know each other, or is that racist?

[sandhate]

...What's a Moulin Rogue?

[goodjob]

It's this shitty movie with singing. Look, you're clearly not from Earth, so you've never heard of it.

[sandhate]

Well, if it's that bad, I wouldn't watch it anyway.

You're from a planet called Earth?

[goodjob]

I wouldn't recommend it.

Yeah, Earth, third rock from the sun, Milky Way Galaxy. We invented those little umbrellas you put in drinks. Where're you from?

[sandhate]

Wha-- Nevermind. [ squints ] Which sun is that?

[goodjob]

[Fiona has been in space long enough to know that 'the sun' is not going to be an acceptable answer, and spends the next hour and a half idly trying to remember the other name for the sun that Lip used in that astronomy project he did in middle school. When she replies to Anakin's message, she's packed as much smug pride that can fit into a single syllable:]

Sol.