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[facehands]

Who: Six
Broadcast: Text
Action: Caprine
When: Today!

This is the worst broadcast ever. You're all fired.
0 out of 6.
No one wants to watch a show with moisture and colours. Some of us can't even see colours!
So inconsiderate.

Also where is my planet. I was promised a planet.
You're all fired. Again.

[ GOOD MORNING FLEETERS. You're all fired apparently. ]

[ Those on the Caprine however are...well, you're also fired too. But You also have the esteemed privilege of hearing that telltale jingle which announces a new arrival! Over. And over. And over, because this tool keeps mimicking it perfectly as he starts strolling through the ship like he owns it, going this way and that...walking into peoples' rooms like they're his...you know. Like one does.

He's not sorry. ]

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[arcanepower]

[What the fuck did he just read?]

Tell us how you really feel.

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[facehands]

[ Greatness. That's what. ]

No
You're too fired for me to talk to

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[arcanepower]

This may surprise you, but I do not know you and therefore I do not actually care.

You're obviously insane.

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[facehands]

Lie.
I am amazing to talk to and you are doing this.
Therefor you care and I am maybe insane.

[text]

[aigue]

If we're being fired I demand a severance package

[text]

[facehands]

What is that
Does that mean you give me something for being so terrible

[text]

[aigue]

Other way around, actually

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[forcesensitive]

[Finn is asleep in his room on the Caprine, oblivious to the entrance jingle. When it comes from the hatch leading to his room, though, he bolts awake and blinks blearily, reaching for his Security-issued rifle.]

Who's there?

[facehands]

I am! Obviously. It's like you did not even listen to my greeting! [ Six says....in a perfect mimicry of Finn's actual voice. It's literally like he's being spoken to himself, even if Six has in no way turned to speak towards him and is instead lightly feeling spread hands over the surface of the...far wall. As one does.

It's normal okay. ]

[forcesensitive]

[Finn blinks a couple times, groggy.]

Uh. Hi. I'm Finn and this is my room. Usually people knock.

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[ontrial]

Honestly, if getting fired meant getting to go home, I'm sure most of us would love that.

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[facehands]

What really
Then you're all hired. Forever.
There now you have been appropriately punished.

[ontrial]

Thanks. Are you always this cheerfully arrogant?

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[spontaneouscombustion]

[Aaaaah new arrival! She makes a quick note to see if she can un-stick the ringer thingy, but for now NEW PERSON TO WELCOME! Off to the bridge she zooms!]

[facehands]

[ If only she knew it was not the ringer but in fact this loser himself, still jingling when she arrives to the sight of Six more or less feeling over all of the consoles in the bridge ever. TOUCHING ALL THE THINGS, because clearly they're all his now and so is this ship. ]

[spontaneouscombustion]

Hi there! Welcome to the Caprine! I'm Pinkie Pie, what's your name?!

[He may not be able to see the PINK HORSE, but he can probably here HIGH and FULL OF SUGAR AND EXCITE!]

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[frigidaire]

So, when you say fired, what do you mean exactly?

[ So sorry, he's being a sassy jerk. ]

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[facehands]

[ WELL since Renart's just explained severance packages and Barriss makes being let go from a job desirable... ]

I am going to set you all on fire.
Probably.

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[frigidaire]

whoa.
you should probably calm down dude.
fire on a ship is just gonna catch you on fire too.
and youd have to catch us.

[moonofmylife]

[Luckily, Daenerys had not been asleep just yet. She heard the jingling, rubbing a tired eye, she looks up just in time for the door to the Captain's Quarters to open. If Six thought he was going to take over her room, he was in for a rude surprise.]

Please knock before -

[And almost instantly, Drogon leapt from the end of her bed, screeching loud enough that he surely could wake the entire ship, and a puff of flame and smoke leaves his mouth.]

Drogon, no!

[Immediately she's on her feet, desk chair knocking over in the process and she's trying to pin his mouth closed, much to his fury. The dragon's head is pressed under her arms and to her chest while the rest of him claws and flails at her in an attempt to be free.]

Come in. If you wish to speak to me, next time you would be wise to knock.

[facehands]

[ WELL THAT'S CERTAINLY A NOISE. Drogon's loud enough for Six to actually each and every individual strand of Daenerys's hair and every object in her room--as well as several metres down the hall.

He kind of instantly likes him. The potential for flame a little less, but! Daenerys seems to have that under control, so he's just going to peek his head in all casual-like and address them both...in a perfect copy of her voice. ]

You're loud.

I like that♥

[moonofmylife]

[For a moment, Daenerys' attention is on Drogon, trying to calm him and stop him from trying to claw holes into her arms. When he finally relaxes, she lets him go and he stalks off to the other end of her bed, glowering at their new guest. He didn't recognize him and so he was wary.]

I am so sorry about that. He becomes agitated, it's why I ask if the rest of the crew needs to speak with me that they knock first. Can I help you?

[She's going to guess that he's new to the ship, considering the jingle.]

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[thetruehistorian]

If I'm fired, does that mean you'll calibrate the guns for me?

[The response is to the broadcast, but it comes in person.

Sort of.

Half person?

Anyway the top half of a woman's torso is sticking out of the wall like it's no big deal, head cocked to the side, curious.]

What are you?

[So tactful.]

[facehands]

[ That...is something he's never seen before, wow. He was certain this corridor was empty a moment ago, but Robin's voice places her undeniably...coming out of the wall. Hmm.

That's interesting enough that he'll turn towards her, hands in his pockets. ]

A Six6! What are you?

[thetruehistorian]

A human.

[The "rest" of her blooms from the wall, the (somehow) fully clothed clone setting her feet on the ground with quiet taps from her high heels.]

In some worlds I might be considered a superhuman, however, as I have a unique ability. I've never met a Six-six before. Are you a singularity or part of a species?