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Who: Lisa Lisa & you!
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide
Action: Nah
When: This morning!

[ Lisa Lisa isn't really huge on the whole network thing. At least, actually using it to communicate much. But she does read it often, as it's an undoubtedly useful source of information at times. And she's noticed that more often than not, if a question is asked, many people will answer candidly, so it's time to ask a question. ]

Who is your greatest enemy?

And why?

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Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike?

Some of the crew on the Bloodsport.

[ Maybe a few other conversations here and there, but. Yeah. Mostly she just talks to her crew. ]

That barely even counts! You already know Suzie and you're forced to be around everyone else on the Bloodsport, so of course you've had to strike up conversations with them.

C'mon Mum, you can do better than that. You're not that out of practice at really talking to people, are you?

[It is about a half second after he sends this that Joseph realizes what he just called her without thinking. Naturally, the panic settles in just as quickly as that realization does. After months of referring to her as his mother rather than his coach when talking about her to other people, it's clearly caught up to him, but is it too soon? Is that going to weird her out?]

[Well, fuck if he knows. But it's out there now and he's 90% there's no way to delete that before she can see it. Why is this his life? Why?]

[ ..... wait.

wait.

...... wait what just happened HE CALLED HER MUM. HE CALLED HER MUM HECALLEDHERMUMHECALLED HER M U M

There is a strange, excited feeling bubbling up in her chest and she doesn't know what to do about it. She's silent for what must be a panic-inducing amount of time, just re-reading what he's written over and over, before: ]

I wouldn't call it out of practice; there's simply not many I find interesting.

[ Yep. Great job, acknowledging that comment or doing literally anything about it at all. #1 best mom of all time. ]

[Did he fuck up? He's starting to think he fucked up. The longer she goes without saying anything back, the more he thinks he's probably fucked up and made things awkward. It was too soon. He should have read what he wrote. He starts scrambling, trying to think of what he can say that might mitigate some of the awkwardness if he can say anything that might save the conversation. But before he can start typing, she writes back and Joseph breathes a small sigh of relief.]

[But only a small one because it's like he hadn't said anything. So what the hell does that mean? Joseph worries his lower lip for a moment before he lets out a heavy, tired sigh. He'll just leave it alone. It's probably what she wants him to do if she didn't say anything about it.]

Not interesting? You've got people from all sorts of different worlds and you think they're not interesting?

It sounds like you're not giving them a fair chance to me.

[ At least she hasn't ended the conversation?!?! She's just not sure if she should acknowledge it, if he meant to say it -- what does she even say back to that? It seems to awkward to just throw a "son" in there. ]

Who do you find interesting in particular, then?

You can't just become friends with my friends...

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