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Who: Nightingale and you!
Broadcast: Video to all
Action: On the Bishop
When: Now!

[When the video starts, Nightingale is just facing the camera, sitting in her room. Her fox is circling her, like it's demanding attention, but she's just ignoring it. Notably, the fox is also wearing a little purple party hat.]

So... As of yesterday, I've been here for a year.

[She pauses for a minute.]

A year by my world's calendar, not Earth's. Earth's calendar is stupid.

Anyway, when you factor in the time I spent at my last interdimensional shithole, it's been about a year and a half since I've been home. I know there's a lot of people here who have been gone a lot longer than I have, but... The homesickness just doesn't get much easier, does it? I'm even starting to miss the shitty fast food place right near my place.

Shit, I'm even starting to miss the last interdimensional shithole. At least there we had a purpose, even if the place sucked. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that we're not having half the people here getting killed once a week, but... There's no goal here. We just try to get nebulous 'ratings' to win at a completely unknown 'end'. We're being fucked with constantly, and...

[She has to take a moment before she continues, taking a deep breath. Then she lifts the camera, turning it around, to show a large crate on the ground, opened. There are: A large pile of party hats and poppers, several rubber snakes and small stuffed birds, and below that, quite a large number of what look to be glass bottles. (Of course, every single thing is purple.)]

That got a lot more depressing than I meant it to. Anyway, since I've been here for a year, I got this from the 'sponsors'? The drinks taste like shit, but they're strong, so... If you want to get nostalgic and talk about your homes or whatever and try to be less homesick, or if you just want to get smashed, I guess, party on the Bishop. Everyone's invited, and people from that shitty castle have drinks reserved already.

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[If there is anything that could set her from 'sad mess' to full panic mode, it's that.]

Absolutely not you stop that right now.

[She's obviously sad because this is such a piss-poor party. Don't worry, he's on the case. ]

It's okay, between me and Pinkie, we can make this something real special. Then you'll cheer right up!

This is not even a party, this is just a chance to get shitfaced, don't you dare try to turn this into an actual party!

[Too late, Pinkie comes in like a wreeeecking ball!!! Or at least like a frantic shuttle driver.]

CHEEEEEESE!

Pinkie!!!

[He gestures around them at the terrible not-party. LOOK AT THIS MESS.]

We got to get to work! See how sad Nightingale is!

... I am not drunk enough for two of you.

Oh my gosh, that's HORRIBLE! Not only is it a day you feel sad about, look at these decorations! No streamers, no balloons, there's not even a bakery box!

I don't exactly keep those handy, and there's not a place to pick those up around here. All I have is what the Atroma sent me.

Also, I don't like parties, and I'm pretty sure this entire thing is just an attempt to mock me.

It's okay, we're professionals. We can do all that stuff, all you need to do is sit back, relax and let it happen.

[He gives Pinkie a sidelook, because now he has someone who understands the absurdity of Nightingale's views. ]

She doesn't like parties. At all.

[GAAAAAAASP!]

That's even worse! I had no idea the Atroma were so MEAN, pushing party props on her AND putting you on a ship with somebody you can't plan for!

We are literally kidnapped across dimensions, forced into cramped ships, not given any way to entertain ourselves, shipped across the universe for unknown, probably evil reasons, made to be complicit in what is definitely some kind of smuggling operation.

But you didn't know the Atroma were that "mean".

Because all of that is trumped by putting this guy with someone who doesn't like parties, and dumping a stupid crate on me.

What.

It's okay, Nightingale. We can have a low key party. You just need to make this less...less...

Less depressing I'm thinking more comfy get-together and less...sitting in the dark drinking until you're numb.

Yyyyeah those are never fun. Marian from my crew tried to have a party like that too a while back.

But we can do quiet and comfy for sure! What kind of stuff DO you like to do, Nightingale?

Depressing is apparently what I do.

Uh... Drink? Sleep? Solve puzzles? Fight monsters? I guess...?

[She sounds genuinely unsure of each suggestion she gives. What the fuck is enjoying things?]

This is why I called you, Pinkie. I knew between us, we could get something Nightingale would really, really enjoy.

[He's gonna make you happy if it kills him. ]

Maybe we could get some monster puzzles!

[Noooo don't die, we don't want this ship to become Jack and Rose!]

Oooooh yes, that'd be great! And it can be a slumber party too!

What, exactly, do you mean by 'monster puzzles'? And does the Bishop have enough room for that shit?

[At this point, she's too confused to even protest to the idea of a party.]

[That iiiit wear her down. Piece by piece. ]

Puzzles with adorable little monsters in them. Like little puzzle boxes or something! YEAH we can do that. Oooh oooh, the monsters can be made of candy.

[Does the Bishop have room? He doesn't seem to care. ]

Ooooh I like the way you think! Ooh! And maybe some monster plushies too, do we have any of those?

If there is anything monster-related, I will set it on fire, as that is what I do with monsters. Understand?

Soooo what you're telling us is no monsters?

Just puzzles then?

[She just sighs and puts her head in her hands for a moment.]

No. Listen, when I called it a party, I was being sarcastic. There is nothing to celebrate here. This is something I feel like shit over, and I invited people so I wouldn't just be getting drunk alone. Okay? So... Enough already.

[maybe if she drops a sadness bomb on the ponies, she'll be left to mope in peace. This can't backfire at all!]

[Yeah no because they can't allow sadness to exist in the same sphere they exist in. They can't coexist at all. Cheese looks marginally horrified, moving a little closer. ]

Oh no no, we can't have that! [But this isn't his first other-word rodeo so he knows she can't find a happy thing about this. Usually there isn't. But he can offer something else.]

If you get sad and down about it, that's letting Atroma win. You gotta show them that what they're doing to you isn't getting to you, no matter how long they keep you here.

[Let's add Inside Out to the list of movies Cheese needs lessons from.

Still, they at least need to TRY to make her feel better.]

Yeah... Plus you're our friend. We don't want you to feel sad if we can try and make you feel better. It's our job.

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