⚛ 02: why this edition; video

[beathach]

Who: Hank and you!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: The Blameless
When: now!

[when the feed flips on, it focuses on a crate on the smaller side, but clearly yet another sponsor drop. Only this time, it appears to be full of brushes, of all shapes and colors and sizes. There's also a note attached on top:

"Because normal brushes are just infuriating. Keep that blue fur shiny with these purrfect alternatives!"

there's a heavy sigh from behind the camera and a mutter, just audible enough to be picked up by the microphone]

Someone thinks they're being funny.

[another sigh, and the camera turns around, focusing on a woman's face. Reluctantly, it seems, because she looks incredibly awkward and uncomfortable]

Anyway - I know some people have pets on the fleet, so if you'd like a brush for their fur, feel free to come over to the Blameless and pick one up. I certainly won't be keeping them.

[she goes to turn the feed off, then pauses]

Also, Winn? This is your fault. Get over here so I can blame you properly.

[and with that, the feed disconnects]

Comments

[beathach]

Are you going to glare at anyone who tries to disturb us?

[athru]

Of course I am. I do have a security augment. I think it fits the job description.

[beathach]

I didn't know that was apart of the job.

[athru]

I decided to add to the job description.

[beathach]

Well, we could always lock the door, too.

[athru]

That works, but it makes me seem less cool.

[beathach]

How so? It just gives you more incentive to rest with me.

[athru]

I can't glare through a locked door.

[beathach]

The point is you wouldn't have to. I'm saving you work.

[athru]

And keeping me all to yourself...

[beathach]

Me? This was your idea.

[athru]

Either way, I get to spend time with you, so I'm happy.

[beathach]

Well - good.