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Who: Moonbay and whoever
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: On the station-- wherever
When: Evening of the 11th

Okay! [Moonbay's face is the first sight the fleet sees, but luckily she's technologically advanced enough to not give them a close up of her nostrils. It's set a comfortable distance back and shows her relaxing on a chair in some restaurant on the station. She gives it a wave and a grin.]

So, brand new crowd, lots of chaos, right? A lot us aren't used to space, let alone living in it for the foreseeable future. Hopefully the freak outs are mostly over by now, and we can all move on.

[Now the camera moves to a bag on the table. When she opens it, there's a glimpse of what appears to be a lot of money in chips. Back to her, with her probably too friendly smile.]

Times are tough. Frozen accounts, sketchy employment opportunities, fines out your ears if you do something unlawful. It's not fair at all. So, I'll help you out. If you need a loan, I can hook you up. My interest rates are very fair [for now] so don't hesitate to ask!

[And, as an afterthought:] By the way, the name's Moonbay. Look me up if you get the chance. I'll be around the station for a while.

[With a wink, the broadcast ends.]

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This is out of the goodness of your heart, is it.

[Celeste really can't afford to consider the veracity of this sort of claim when she needs cigarettes so badly. And to a lesser degree, some supply of makeup, and perhaps a dress or two. But she needs to stay calm at least long enough to appear cagey, or she'll look like an easy mark regardless.]

Maybe a little? Mostly sympathy and a chance for a mutually beneficial arrangement.

[Casual disinterest is the name of her game this time. Even if there are no bites, she probably has enough to buy her own ship.]

Yes, quite. And will late payments involve large, muscle-bound men who take pleasure in breaking limbs, by any chance?

[Really, forgive her, 99% of what she knows about life in general is from movies. She can tend to dramatize.]

Nah. Sadly the only one I could call on for that isn't motivated enough. Actually, he's not muscly enough either. It's a tragedy, really.

[She's more than happy to play along. If not a taker, at least there's amusement.]

[She thinks about that for a moment, then sighs heavily.]

Well. I am in something of a bind. Whereabouts are you on the station? I'm at least willing to have a chat about it, but I'd prefer in person.

Of course, of course! I'm in one of the nicer restaurants-- Hang on.

[And she sends a specific location.]

Thanks, I'll be right there.

[Moonbay's not exactly a tough person to spot, not even in the dim light of a fancy restaurant, so Celeste makes her way to the right table without much trouble and leans over the back of the chair across from her a bit.]

Moonbay? I'm Celeste, we spoke over the comms - and it seems I had rather the wrong impression about your offer. I do hope you'll forgive the dramatics.

[He spots her as he's walking through the station—a bit more familiar with its layout than he had been in the days previous. He catches her in the midst of shooting her video message, and he's polite enough—curious enough—to not interrupt her. He rolls his eyes, quietly slides into one of the unoccupied restaurant tables nearest to one of the walls instead, leaning his chair back and listening to her business proposal with no small amount of interest.

His self-restraint allows him to (almost) effortlessly maintain a straight face—though he can’t quite hold back an amused snort that might have been a laugh once as her broadcast finally comes to a close. He’s not going to even ask where she got all that money from. He doesn’t want to know how many rich faces she had to persuade into donating to her noble cause. Poor bastards. Having to fuel their egos by feeding her wallet. ]

It’s been what, almost two weeks? [He’ll say when she’s finally done recording.] You’re losing your touch.

Edited 2016-02-12 04:52 (UTC)

[His entrance doesn't go unnoticed, but it does go unacknowledged until she's through with her generous offer to the fleet. Once the comm's off and she's gotten a refill for her drink, provided by a very charming server, Moonbay decides to toss him a metaphorical bone.]

Oh, Irvine, hi! Sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you over all my money.

[Smirk in place, she kicks out the chair across from her and waves for him to join her.]

Most joking aside, I'll have you know my touch is just fine. [Her brows raise in suggestion, a sure sign there's more she's not sharing until he gets his butt over to her table.]

Hungry? Dinner's on me.

[With another heavy roll of his eyes, he waits for a few seconds before deciding to finally leave his chair and relocate over to the other. ]

Not like you to offer to buy a guy dinner. Sure you're not going to run off and leave me with the tab?

Nah, it's not, but it's just you. Nothing special about this whatsoever.

[She's already waving the waiter back, still grinning at Irvine.]

Like I was saying, my touch as you put it, is just fine. [Moonbay sort of stands, reaching across the table to pull the satchel of chips towards her, only to stop when it's in front of Irvine.]

Go ahead, take a peek. [It's hard not to, as she lets the bag open. Her finger is right in front of his face, and she taps him lightly on the nose before sitting back down.] In total, I have at least three times this much. It only took a little to figure out how certain species respond to things, you know?

[He gets a wink as she takes the menus from the waiter.] Order whatever you want.

[He shoots her one of those long stares in response, pulling his head back. His eyes dart over to the satchel, though he stiffly refuses to learn forward, just in case her finger tries to move in for a second round. Because he wouldn't put it past her. He leans further back in his chair.

The amount of money she had gotten herself was impressive. Not that he'd tell her that.]

So in other words, you're just showing off.

[He gets it.

He picks up the menu anyway.]

Your words. [He should note, she never says the latter part of the phrase.]

Still, you're not too prideful to turn down a free meal at a place like this. [It's not a question. They know each other far too well by now to have to ask about dumb stuff like that..

With one fluid motion, Moonbay reaches back over and closes the bag to drag it back to her side with a grin.]

How's the job search going? Anything good?

[You and your money, woman.]

If your ship's food is as bland and unappetizing as mine, you wouldn't either.

[He then digs into his pocket pulling out a keychain with a single, gold key, seemingly lined with some sort of microchip. He tosses it over at her.]

Transport.

[And unlike Moonbay, his choice of employment is a little more monogamous. He doesn't have the kind of money Moonbay's gotten—it's decent—but he doesn't have to giggle, flirt, and laugh at bad jokes either.]

Edited 2016-02-13 02:02 (UTC)

It's probably not. I can cook, remember? [Even without the augment, she can still do something about this garbage.

It's caught with one hand, her other reaching for her cup, so she takes a silent drink while looking it over.]

Aw, Irvine. It's so sweet to know my trade's rubbed off on you. [The smarmy tone is par for the course when his current job reflects her main occupation back home. Moonbay flicks the key back to him.]

If you need advice, please, feel free to ask.

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