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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.]

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[goodjob]

Okay, so we're not related. You lucked out again. This is just some sick joke from the universe. So listen: I don't owe you shit. You got that? We're not family.

[bryces_pup]

I... thought that was rather obvious from the start-

[WOW where did all of that come from? Riona goes from quietly enraged to just flat out flabbergasted. She blinks for a moment, wondering if she heard all that correctly.

Lady, you've got problems.]

No, we're not. We're from different worlds. And when did I ever say anything about you owing me anything? You're the one who's been asking all the questions.

[goodjob]

[This lady has problems and it is so easy to take them out on someone who looks just like her.]

Good. Let's keep it that way. You stay on a different ship from me and our paths don't fucking cross, okay, you clone bitch?

[bryces_pup]

[So. That's how it's going to be. She tried to be civil and this is what she's getting in return.

Well then.]

You get assigned whatever ship Atroma feels like. If they assign you to mine, I have no control over it. Should that happen, you can transfer. Though I will seriously pity whatever ship gets you.

And it's Riona. Call me a clone bitch again and I will gut you. Am I clear?

[...well this is the first time she's had to pull her Queen tone on someone. While threatening them, no less. Good job, Fiona.]

[goodjob]

Riona. Riona? Are you fucking serious? [She sounds offended.] This is too fucking stupid to be- someone's just fucking with me now. [She looks back at the clone b- Riona.] Don't talk to me, I'll have no fucking reason to call you anything.

[bryces_pup]

[WHY IS SHE OFFENDED BY EVERYTHING?

Riona just throws her hands up in the air. At this point she's just beyond floored. Angry and confused and just completely baffled by this woman.]

What? What in the Void is wrong with my name? Do those five letters personally offend you somehow?

[goodjob]

[GLARES]

My name is Fiona. With an 'F'.

[bryces_pup]

Oh.

[OKAY that explains that particular outburst a bit better. And admittedly, their names being all but a letter the same is a little odd.]

...what's your surname?

[They might as well get it over with, if there's more similarity weirdness to be had.]

[goodjob]

Gallagher. Fiona Marie Gallagher. You want my confirmation name, too? [Said harshly. It's almost like she's not enjoying this conversation.]

[bryces_pup]

No. But you'll be pleased to know our surnames are entirely different. Well, if you're capable of such an emotion.

[Yeah, she's not liking this conversation either. And it's probably time it ended before someone does actually get stabbed.]

Look. Both our tempers are running high. You're determined never to talk to me again and quite frankly I won't push the issue because you're a foul-tempered little shit. So I'm ending this conversation and you can go on pretending I don't exist or whatever you want to do. If, for whatever reason you change your mind and have more questions about me to... reassure yourself I'm not you or a clone - whatever that is - then you can send me a message.

[A pause.] Though not about my parents. You know enough.

If you choose not to, which I suspect will be the case, then good-bye. And Maker help whatever ship you get shuffled onto.

[And she shuts off the feed, not caring or wanting to see whatever nasty response Fiona had in store.]

[goodjob]

[And so half the feed cuts out, and Fiona is left staring at a blank screen. She rolls her eyes very, very slowly before turning off her end.]