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[metachrosis]

Who: Espio
Broadcast: Fleetwide - Text
Action: On the Golden
When: September 23rd, because shuffle!

[By now, everyone must be used to people wondering how and why they're here, and then perhaps throwing confused temper tantrums over being here. Surely the new passengers ought to be filled with questions for all the lovely people within the Fleet to answer? Or perhaps accuse everyone of kidnap?

After being on the Marsiva, and now being on this little ship, Espio has managed to work his way through what confusion he had, and now he's just... angry. If he could encrypt this somehow, there would be a very angry wall of incomprehensible ranting on the network as he vents, but since his ID number will be associated with him eventually, his anger is condensed into two simple sentences that express none of his feelings and don't help him feel better at all:]

That's the third time. Hope you know I hate every single one of you.

[No signature is given. He doesn't care to identify himself right now.]


[And on the Golden...

The confetti was unappreciated. The pudding... well, okay, that got eaten, because while it was kind of plastic-tasting to him it was still a free sweet. Espio isn't particularly inclined to explore his new surroundings, though. He's kind of still mad at said surroundings. His exploration of the vessel is therefore slow, consisting mostly of lurking in corridors or on the bridge, pulling faces at things, and shooting any fellow crew members an irritable glare rather than doing the sensible thing and introducing himself.]

What do you want?

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[gifted_witch]

Why would you hate everyone?

[metachrosis]

Because of reasons.

[It's a perfectly sufficient, detailed answer that gives plenty of insight into how a guy who's already lost two worlds might be a little pissed off about a third set of 'replacements'. Right? Right?]

[gifted_witch]

Oh, well I suppose if you have your reasons. But I don't think we've met yet, so how could you hate me?

text for now hello shipmate and i'm sorry

[noprophecies]

we hate you too

[being a brat is fair game, he started it]

[metachrosis]

Good, a circle of hate. We're off to a great start.

[Even when he's cheered up a little, he'll still be a brat...]

[noprophecies]

points for honesty i suppose

[they'll get along swimmingly]

text.

[paraclete]

A refrain is difficult if it causes pain, and continues to cause pain. Are you all right?

[Pseudo philosophical first meetings are kind of Kaworu's jam.]

[metachrosis]

[Espio squints a little at this message, unsure what he means by refrain.]

Yes, I'm absolutely fine. Vague blanket declarations of hatred for complete strangers are a completely healthy and normal way to deal with things.

[paraclete]

[Unfortunately, Kaworu could be called "dense", so—]

Do you think it's healthy? I expect it would be harmful to the heart. Although I can understand its appeal.

text

[robitussin]

aww you're so sweet

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[metachrosis]

The sweetest, I know.

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[poisoninmypocket]

I beg your pardon, this may seem a queer question, but are you, perhaps, part chameleon? You remind me of someone I know.

[Especially after reading through some of the other responses.]

[text]

[metachrosis]

[...that is a strange question. And a wee bit on the nose.]

What does species have to do with anything? I can remind you of someone regardless of species, can't I?

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[helladoomed]

man. usually I have to be shitty to someone before they hate me

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[metachrosis]

You can always do something shitty retroactively if you want.

golden;

[ontrial]

[ although she generally keeps to herself, barriss makes a point of meeting new crewmates and checking in with the rest every once in a while. she's not doing anything else, so she goes looking for the newcomer... only to get this wonderfully rude greeting.

now he's getting a disapproving frown from a slight, green teenager with diamond tattoos on her face. how exciting! ]

I was coming to give you a warm welcome to the Golden, if you must know.

[metachrosis]

[Espio takes a moment to look over his apparent crewmate - nobody he recognises in the slightest, much to his annoyance - before turning his attention stubbornly to the wall in front of him.]

Well then, consider me welcomed.

Text;

[aigue]

[Guess who else has been stalking these conversations.]

Perhaps you'll get lucky and stuck in a ship with a bunch of bleeding hearts
(^・x・^)

Re: Text;

[metachrosis]

That's the last thing I want.

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[forcefullyunstable]

Kylo Ren looked at the text that came through. He was ordered to lay low, but what the hell.

Couldn't have said it better myself. There was a pause, and then, Third time of what?

Re: Text

[metachrosis]

None of your business.

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[hot4engines]

[Though normally sunny and friendly when greeting new shipmates, Kaylee was a bit put off by this reaction.]

I was comin' to say hello, but if you'd rather not, I'll just keep going on my way.

[metachrosis]

[She could hardly be blamed for that, but Espio wasn't about to suddenly change his attitude just because someone looked a bit put off. Sure, it wasn't very reflective of the kind of person he actually was, and this first impression may well last a while, but...

He watches Kaylee carefully for a long moment, brow furrowed, before giving an irritable sigh and turning his attention elsewhere.]

Fine, say hello. We're probably gonna be stuck with each other anyway. I'm just not going to be happy about it.

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[ranoutofluck]

I was gonna ask if you were done trying to melt the console down to slag, [says Han, in a dry and just as irritated tone] but I'm gonna take a wild guess and say--no, you're not.

[metachrosis]

I should hope the tech 'round here's at least robust enough to handle some furious typing, else I'd have to wonder how anything'll hold up to this sorry excuse for 'Space'.

[To him, alas, Space is just an amalgamation of all the Sonic the Hedgehog Special Stages. This version is disappointing.]

Trust me, it's better I take it out on this than on you lot. Less physical.

[He doesn't look up until he's finished talking, and gets a good look at his apparent crewmate.]

And you are...?