video;

[scrubscrub]

Who: Koala and you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: N/A unless you want to do ship stuff idk.
When: Today!! Or something.

[Hello everyone it's your fave weird smiling 11-year-old.]

I... just wanted to say — I did it, Mr. Greed! I finally got Top 10 in pinball, sir, just like you requested! [It's true, thanks to Han she's completely overtaken the scoreboards; hallelujah.] I, um, got all top 10 spots, too! Just in case you wanted me to have all ten... I'm sorry, my memory's a little fuzzy... I'm very sorry! But I did it. I'm glad I can finally move on to my next chore on my to-do list... I keep hearing these distant pinball machine noises in my head, b-but then I realize I'm just tired.

I didn't know games would be so hard! It was very frustrating... I almost frowned through it...

[She chucks very faintly, smiling wide.]

It's too bad that we're no longer near a planet. I-I think my crew would be very happy to have more games on board, like pinball. Or maybe better smelling clothing detergent. I like the kind that smells like flowers. I'll remember for the next place we stop by!

[AH, RIGHT. ANYWAY.]

Actually, I was... going to come on here for a request. If that's okay.

Ah. Well.

....

We need a new blender on the Huntress.

...

A-and if anyone has any spare table cloths, we could trade for those as well. There are large holes in the table currently.

...

And if anyone has something to help remove scorch marks...

[This ship is a f$%*ing mess.]

Comments

video;

[catamite]

[Nel is just bopping through the broadcasts, flipping channels, and was just about to turn away from this one... until she goes on...

so, there's now a video feed popping on with a surprised-looking elf on the other side.]

...Whoa, what happened?

video;

[scrubscrub]

Oh, nothing much, sir.

... A-actually I'm not sure how the blender broke.

But!! Sometimes things just get a little noisy here from time to time, is all! And things break because of it. But I don't mind working around it.

video;

[catamite]

Oh-- [haha, a sort of surprised, awkward laugh.] You don't need to call me that. 'Nel' is fine.

And how did you get holes in your table, though? Did somebody shoot it or something?

video;

[scrubscrub]

Oh, alright! Mr. Nel, then! I'm sorry.

I think Miss Undyne was making spaghetti.

video;

[catamite]

You really... don't have to use the "Mr." part. Just Nel is good.

[he sounds kind of nervous about it, actually. for reasons.]

And she put holes in the table just from making spaghetti? For real?

Re: video;

[scrubscrub]

Alright, Mi—

... Nel!

She's very enthusiastic about her cooking.

[C:]

video;

[catamite]

[that's better! his bright smile returns.]

Wow, it sounds like it. Does she cook with fireballs or something?

video;

[scrubscrub]

M-maybe she does... She uses her spear a lot!

...

She's a very powerful chef.

video;

[catamite]

Whoa.


...I don't know if a tablecloth is going to help you much.

video;

[scrubscrub]

P-perhaps not, but it'll at least cover up the table!

[This is a metaphor. For her life. Yep.

COVER EVERYTHING UP. It's a great method of coping.]

video;

[catamite]

[hey... that is unfortunately a strategy that Nel can very much get behind.]

--Oh, hey! What about a sheet or something? The ships have extras, right?

video;

[scrubscrub]

... A sheet! Like a bed sheet?

[this sounds cheap








and also perfect]

LATE im so sorry

[catamite]

[cheap is how Nel rolls.]

Yeah! We used to use those instead of tablecloths all the time.

[...and as makeshift curtains, and beds, and sometimes clothes...]

no prob!

[scrubscrub]

[Aaaaah, she should be taking notes!!!]

I'll recycle some of my sheets, then. You're very smart, sir!

omg stick accidentally called her Panda and i am dyin

[catamite]

[he may never have been accused of that in his entire life, by the short, startled laugh that follows.]

I'm really not.

...And it's still really just 'Nel.'

on par the course tbh

[scrubscrub]

[She looks down, flustered but smiling. Anxiously.]

I'm so sorry, sir -- I mean, Mr. --

I, I mean Nel! My apologies.

But I do think you are smart; probably much smarter than me!

[catamite]

[he waves a hand, dismissing the whole thing--both the apology and the suggestion.]

Ha, no way. I only ever went to a couple years of school. I'm not smart.

[scrubscrub]

Oh, but I haven't been to any!! You're so lucky!

I can't even read and write yet; Miss Leia is showing me, but I have a very long way to go.

[catamite]

Oh yeah? How old are you?

[if anything, he seems excited and pleased about this whole thing. it's maybe not the best reaction to hearing something like this, but he's just happy to meet somebody kind of like him.]

I actually... kind of really suck at reading, still. I was going to maybe learn more with somebody here, but they left.

[scrubscrub]

I'm eleven, I think! Eleven.

Reading is very hard! Much harder than most things, I think. Maybe Miss Leia can teach you, too.

[catamite]

Hey, eleven is a good age. I liked eleven.

And no, you know what's hard? Math. Reading is so easy compared to math.

[scrubscrub]

... Math! With numbers, is that right?!

I never learned that, either. B-but I do know how to count some...!

[catamite]

Ugh, it's the worst.

I only had to learn it while I was in school, so I was glad when that stopped. But now that I have to actually buy stuff, I kind of wish I knew more about it.

[scrubscrub]

Oh, that's true... I was never in charge of money, but now I suppose I should learn.

After all, I make money now! I need to use it properly for my ship.

[catamite]

My captain gets us stuff for the ship, so I just... spend mine on whatever, I guess.

I never really had money to spend before, so it's pretty cool. But it doesn't ever last as much as you think it's going to.