Hark! A Mingle!

[theboogieman]

Who: The Golden Crew!
Broadcast: Probably not.
Action: Yes that.
When: Sometime while everyone's still on the toxic moon?

[hey, crew! how's life aboard the good ol' Golden? why does the corner of the ceiling dip down like that? has it always been that way? oh, whatever. what's everyone on this fine crew up to?]

Comments

[castrationfist]

Eh, that's a pain... Even if they're not aboard the ship, it puts everyone else in danger?

[firstrebel]

No. What they - what you - do when not on board is none of my business.

[castrationfist]

I see.

Well, then, Captain, it seems like we'll get along well! I can't say how long I'll be here, but you won't have to worry about me.

[firstrebel]

Well, that's a relief. Do you know what augment you've been given?

[castrationfist]

I'm not sure. How can you tell?

[firstrebel]

You probably have some knowledge that you didn't have before - about weapons, or space ships, or other technology unique to this world.

[castrationfist]

Oh, like the information from the Holy Grail...

But it seems like all the new knowledge I have is just how to get around the ship.

[firstrebel]

Hmm. Communications, maybe? Does anything up here ring a bell?

[ Hera waves a hand at the instruments on the bridge. ]

[castrationfist]

None of it. I fear all of this is far beyond me.

[firstrebel]

Oh, well, we'll figure it out at some point. Not a problem.

[ She gives a vague shrug. ]

It gets kind of boring on the ships sometimes, but the Iskaulit - the bigger ship in the fleet, not the one you arrived on - has lots to do, and we'll often stop at a planet or space station as well.

[castrationfist]

[She nods, reaching into one of her sleeves to pull out the communicator.]

I read what I could on this, so I'm mostly familiar with the situation. We are currently trapped around a planet covered in a poison equal to that of the plains of Nasu, if I understand correctly. And there is no scheduled time for departure.

[firstrebel]

That's about right. You can visit the moon if you like - they'll give you a special mask to wear so you won't get sick. But we've been here for a while now - chances are, we'll be leaving before too long.

[castrationfist]

I think I'll pass on that... It's a bit too nostalgic for me.

[Of course, last time, she was the poison, but she doesn't need to mention that.]

Can you tell me more of the Iskaulit?

[firstrebel]

Yeah - I guess you could call it a recreation vessel. There are all sorts of things to do there. There's a training center for exercise, a garden, some bars...

[castrationfist]

Well... At least the garden sounds nice. I'll look at those later.

We really aren't given much to do here, though, are we...

[firstrebel]

I'm afraid not - we largely have to find our own entertainment. Try the network device - sometimes people have interesting things to say. It's a good way to at least socialize.

[castrationfist]

I have been, but it's still boring when that's all there is to do... It's not like there's a lot of talking on the network, either.

[firstrebel]

[ Hera has to shrug at that. ]

I'm sorry - not a lot I can do about it.

[castrationfist]

That's fine, now I have people to talk to in person! That will be quite entertaining, I think.

[firstrebel]

That's true - you can at least come and go as you please in the fleet. You're not confined to one or two ships.

[castrationfist]

Ah, that is a relief! That will make it much easier to find a Master, too.

[firstrebel]

[ That gets a slow blink from Hera. Oh, dear. Is she another former slave, like Koala? ]

A... master?

[castrationfist]

Master. With a capital M.

[how can she even tell that.]

[firstrebel]

...Right, well. People don't own other people here. That's not how this works. We're all equally prisoners of the Atroma, no need to go further.

[ If she caught anyone doing it, they'd be getting her boot to their face. Repeatedly. ]

[castrationfist]

Eh... I never said anything about "owning". I'm a Servant, not a slave. If someone thought they could own me, they would probably wake up as a potato bug.