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[the merry jingle is right on time today, but there's still strange interference over the comm. it's crackly and buzzy, but mostly clears up by the time the hosts' voices ring out in welcome. first up is Diamond, happy to grace the fleet with her presence.]

Welcome to a bright new week of the Drift Fleet! [she sounds just as cheery as she did the weekend before, glowing with pride for her little ratings machines.] Goodness, with all of the new passengers this week, the Marsiva has never been so busy!

[then, the male, semi-familiar voice of Beau crackles in to interject--] Excuse me, darlin'... but it's pronounced Mar-see-va.

[and there's a pause while Diamond presumably side-eyes her host.] ...Oh, Beau, honey... surely you're joking? Everyone knows that it's Mar-si-va.

Well... I don't mean to bring logic into this, but you don't go about calling it Ah-tro-ma. So you wouldn't call it Mar-si-va, either.

[and oh, Diamond's voice only gets sweeter, after a too-polite laugh.] ...And I hate to be the one to have to point out canon details, dear... but as the official Drift Fleet handbook explains, the Marsiva was first named by a Flonian, and their language structure always puts emphasis on the first syllable, unless they are experiencing a period of mourning.

[with a hearty chuckle, Beau politely disagrees.] Ah, but we've had a Flonian here on our fine show! If you rewatch the fourth cycle, episodes thirty-seven through one hundred fifty-two, you will clearly hear that he pronounces it Mar-see-va.

Oh, Beau... [she almost sounds pitying. the poor dear obviously doesn't know what he's talking about.] He wasn't a native of Flonia, however. ...And besides, there was talk that he was in a period of mourning anyway, because of the events that took place during episode twenty-two.

[and she's not going to wait for him to argue any further!] Anyway... one passenger has left us, but was quickly replaced! And there are so many new faces that a few of the other ships find themselves full to bursting, and an entirely new ship has found itself joining the fleet! The SS Golden sails with a strong crew, with Captain Honeycutt at the helm!

A full dozen little ships drifting along... isn't that wonderful?

And, to celebrate our new dandy dozen, it's time for crew interviews! Finally, a chance to hear from the men, women, and variations thereof that make up the heart and soul of this fine program. Speak clearly, everyone! You will notice that questions are appearing on your personal communicators and network screens. It's time to start answering! We are all listening!

[and, as promised, these words are being displayed all over the network:]

old passengers: What did you see while on the forest path? What treasure did you receive? What did you feel? new passengers: What is the last thing you remember, before joining the fleet? What do you hope for? If you could name a ship, what would you name it?

[and then every comm station, every hand-held communicator, opens to dead, waiting air. they are all connected to something, with supposedly an entire audience waiting to hear what they have to say. they're all watching. will you answer?]

ooc: no one will answer, but someone sure as hell is listening! reply here for all reactions, responses, etc. and ships with communications officers can also encrypt their signal to keep their answers private. though, comms officers can go hacking into encrypted responses if they really want...

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[There is a very angry vampire who is ignoring the whole question bit and the whole fanfare of his arrival, instead working on putting in his transfer. And going to share his indignation with the fleet.]

No, this is such fucking bullshit. I am not staying on some piece of shit rustbucket without Jordan and you fuckers are not separating us. I fucking refuse to let you cocksuckers try to drum up some false drama over placing us apart.

[Sokka is here to eat the puddings. They love their food, here. He's also still on an energy high, so he might be twitching a little. ]

You can always take one of the SR shuttles to wherever he's at, man.

[Pointing. ]

Does this mean you don't want your pudding?

[Alex is just. going to stare for a long moment because what the fuck why are you twitchy why are you even here.]

That's not the goddamn point, the point is that he's not going to be happy that I'm not with him and I need to fucking fix that for him.

[He pauses for a second and shrugs at the question about the pudding. Alex basically survives off emotions at this point, so he doesn't really eat normal food anymore.]

Go ahead, I don't eat food anymore, so I'm not gonna eat that shit.

Well, you can always ask for a transfer. I mean, I'd invite him over here, but we're at capacity, now.

[He pauses, mid way between putting a spoon full of pudding into his mouth. ]

You don't eat at all?

That was the fucking plan. I'm going to put in the goddamn transfer and then get off this piece of shit back to Jordan.

[He rolls his eyes. That's the important thing he picks up from this?]

I eat, but not food, which is why I need to be with Jordan otherwise I can't eat.

[Well, he could, but he really doesn't want to feed on grays right now. Ugh.]

Heeeey, that's rude. The Blue Fish is a great ship. It's one of the best in the Fleet.

[Sokka...squints.]

You don't eat his soul or anything do you?

If this is one of the best in the Fleet, then this place is more pathetic than I thought.

[Alex just looks disgusted at the idea of eating his soul.]

Ugh, no. Why the fuck would I eat souls?

That's even ruder!!! You haven't even been here five minutes, jeez.

I don't know, what do you eat?

It's long enough for me to notice this place is a fucking death trap.

None of your fucking business.

What are you talking about? I do everything to make this place as safe as possible.

[He makes a soft 'tch' noise.] Fine, whatever, touchy.

Oh... You two really are precious.

[Oh hey it's you.]

Nobody fucking asked you, jackass.

[flips him off by way of greeting.]

Relax. And keep your fucking voice down, it's obnoxious.

[Yeah hello to you too.]

You're the obnoxious one, asshole. Don't you have anything better to do with yourself?

No, not at all. We're supposed to be entertaining, after all.

If this is what you think is entertaining, then you must be great at parties.

[The sarcasm is overwhelming. And hey look, he can talk without swearing! What a concept.]

I am a treat and you should be happy to have me.

[he waves his finger.] Anyway, don't murder your crew.

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