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Who: Kitty and all the people of fleet!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Windrose if you want
When: At some point before the masquerade

We have a masquerade coming up, and I was bored so I thought I'd mettle in people's lives for my own amusement. First, the disclaimer, there is nothing wrong with going to a dance solo.

Now, for anyone else, who wants a date?

Sorry, not me. Taken. But there are probably some of you out there thinking a date would be fun, and sure, why not? So speak up. Let's make some love connections. Or, you know, awkward dancing connections. I'm a mutant, not a miracle worker.

(OOC: Please feel free to threadjack.)

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[And that was the issue. This wasn't big or life threatening or world ending, it didn't end up with people dead or injured, family or friends lost. It was a state of mind, one that Remy tried to ignore even existed. Something that had been lingering since he was abandoned at birth. It would be so much easier to talk about those he had lost, those Guild members killed in the war against the Assassins, of missions gone bad and injuries gained, of being thrown into an all out battle during his time in Luceti and having to kill to survive.

That was all easier to deal with than what he kept locked away in his mind.]

Careful, ya phrase it like that 'nd goin' to make it sound like some sort of game show to add onto this place. Can even make up a cheesy jingle, maybe one of those spinnin' boards to figure out prizes, just need to find some buzzers for people to use.

[She really needs a mutation for reading bracket comments. If she did so many more people would be getting hugs. She can relate to feeling abandoned. Obviously, her parents had no choice in leaving her what with the murder and all. But the last man to break her heart? That was his choice even if there were unavoidable factors playing into it.] See, now that sounds like a show worth watching. Who tunes in to see people deliver gumballs? [But seriously though, what was that?]

Oh yeah, 'nd what prizes we get out of barin' our souls? Cash prizes don't seem quite 'nough for all that, 'nd got not place to store a brand new car, though I wouldn't turn down the chance if it means gettin' a bike. Sure I could fit that 'nto the storage area somewhere in the ship.

A bike does seem more worthwhile than a bunch of gum.

But the payment part is creepy. I don't know exactly how much everyone else makes, but I've got...a lot of money now. [What with the stabbing and the kissing and the yelling at Hank and tearful reunions.]

Know which one 'd prefer.

[Remy gave a sigh as he scratched at the back of his head.] Yeah, I still got no idea how that works, don' think 'nyone does. Got some who say they only doin' everyday stuff 'nd gettin' more, others sound like they out of an action movie or a romance one 'nd gettin' the same response. Guessin' we just got a wide variety of an audience. [Which that itself was still creepy to think about.]

That's good to know I'm not necessarily just winning at this thing. Reality TV isn't something I want to excel at. And I guess the money can help the ship. We didn't have that many upgrades.

It comes in pretty handy when we land at places. Dieu knows that last station we were on was mighty fine, gotta pick up a lot of things I been missin' or had lost 'long the way. Ain't perfect, tryin' to figure alien items versus what they might be at home, but I be better off than when I started here, lost a few toys 'nd weapons on the switch over between prisons.

So I say milk it for all it's worth petite, if we gotta put up with this all, may as well make something out of it, non?

I guess... [She laughs a little.] I don't know. You're right. I should just think about it less. It's not like I've done anything to perform for them. I'm just living. [She just tends to live on the dramatic side.]

[Hey, Remy lived for dramatics, at least his own.] Honestly, I just try 'nd forget 'bout the fact we got an audience, otherwise too easy to give into paranoia. Not like much can be done 'bout it, 'nd I ain't 'bout to let them have power over the part that I can control out of all of this.

Agreed. I have better things to be paranoid about anyway. [She doesn't normally think about it. She hadn't at all until checking her account again more recently.] Remy LeBeau, life coach extraordinare.

Does have a certain ring to it, don't it? I should get cards printed up. We could do a duel service, ya hookin' people up, me givin' advice. Could be magical, or terrifyin'.

[However things had gotten off topic from how they had started, and considering the reveal of his alternative self... Remy needed some time to think about this all. Or even better, to not think about it and forget it happened. Much easier.] Good luck with gettin' some happy couples out of this all, petite, 'll see ya at the dance, non?

It's a plan. And you really get three uses out of them since you can always charge business cards too. [She smiles his way, hoping all is well.] I'll see you there.

[Remy let out an 'ooh' sound at that suggestion.] A good idea, can always do with more ammo.

[He then shot a grin at her and a wink,] See ya later. [Before his side of the com went dead.]

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