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... 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.

[firstrebel]

You can try to find a job, if you like. And I do expect everyone on this crew to help pull their weight, keeping the ship clean and such.

[castrationfist]

Eeh, what a non-sequitur. It's okay, though, I'm very low-maintenance! I won't dirty the ship at all.

[to demonstrate, she... vanishes entirely into a cloud of gold sparkles, which vanish as well.]

[firstrebel]

[ It's not a non-sequitur! Hera is just uncomfortable with language like "servant" and "slave" and would rather try to redirect that energy to something that sounds a bit more positive, like "a job". And to impress upon her that everyone is equal and no one is anyone's "servant" on her ship, dangit.

But that disappearing act is abrupt, so she'll just... blink. ]

...Okay.

[castrationfist]

[And then she reappears, in those same golden sparkles.]

See? I can just take my spiritual form. I don't need food or anything, and I won't be leaving fur around the ship, so fear not!

[firstrebel]

That's fine, but you can still help out around the ship.

[ Honestly, at this point, not much genuinely shocks Hera anymore. ]

[castrationfist]

'Help out' how, exactly...?

[firstrebel]

Cooking, cleaning, basic maintenance. If everyone contributes, no one has to do a whole lot.

[castrationfist]

This was not at all what I meant when I said I wished to serve mortals...

[firstrebel]

[ Hera shrugs. ]

You have plenty of free time here, regardless. If that's what you want to do with it, I suppose nobody's stopping you.

[castrationfist]

Well, we'll see! For now, I should see what this version of the modern era is like.

[firstrebel]

[ What a weird way of putting it. But Hera is quickly cottoning on that this is a weird sort of girl. So she just shrugs again. ]

If you need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask.

[castrationfist]

I'll keep that in mind, miss... Hera, wasn't it?

[There's a small smile when she says the name, like there's a private joke there.

You're not wrong to think she's weird.]

[firstrebel]

Hera, yes. Again, it was nice to meet you.

[ She gives her a vague smile and turns back to her piloting. ]