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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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I'm not so very certain he'd want me to elaborate. He was somewhat secretive when it came to his true nature. He hid it behind a great deal of bluster.

[That's a point up from Lily, who tried to compare him to someone who sounded considerably more negative than he really is. But it certainly is a bit too on the nose...

Frowning, Espio reads back over the comments. That particular use of language... somehow, he gets the feeling he knows who this might be. But that can't be right. Right?]

Secretive, huh?

Well, at any rate, I'm not part anything.

Edited 2016-09-25 04:47 (UTC)

[Hmm...]

Might I ask your name, then? Mine's Navarro. Lord Montague D'Ysquith Navarro.

[It is! And it sounds like he remembers him, too?! Honestly, that's unprecedented. That is one way to immediately improve a guy's mood.

Unfortunately, he's a brat, so he's gonna just be impossible until he gets called out. It's obvious Monty already suspects.]

Sure you can ask. I just don't feel like answering.

Edited 2016-09-25 18:43 (UTC)

[Really?]

Is there some reason you wish to remain anonymous, sir?

[He's assuming this is a man. They remind him too much of Espio.]

No, but just for you I'll do it anyway.

[Yes really! He knows Monty knows. Gotta see how long it takes to say something.]

To be held so high in your regard so early as to be swaying your actions! Thank you, sir. I am honored.

[Is that you, lizard man?]

And so you should be! I wouldn't be quite as deliberately difficult for just anyone, you know.

Edited 2016-09-27 13:28 (UTC)

[This is almost certainly Espio. Who else? Especially when he isn't being corrected on the 'sir.']

Well, now, I'd hardly believe that, but you do flatter. A man's head could swell terribly for such a thing.

[Well he is trying to be as obvious as he can without being direct...]

Shit, guess I should hold off then. I wouldn't want it to explode. It's a miracle it hasn't already, what with being stuck in Space and surrounded by confusing, futuristic technology.

[He's doing a fine job of it. Monty wonders if he ought to call the chameleon out, but decides to leave it for now. Let Espio have his fun in the wake of losing so much again.]

Language. We've a viewing audience now, apparently.

And what luck, I seem to be the adaptable sort. Are you?

[It's silly. He knows Monty knows and is confident that Monty knows he knows, but he's playing anyway.]

Don't fucking care. Never known kids interested in reality TV.

And me, I'm perfectly adaptable. I just don't want to be.

Espio! Stop that.

[All right, you win the game, Espio. Using such a heavy swear flusters Monty.]

[Awww...]

You're a grown man, you can handle a few bad words! Gentleman or no.

I do fear more for the ladies and your ratings if they're forced to black out half your sentences.

You can't convince me you haven't met "ladies" with worse language.

And I'll start caring about my popularity about never, I think.

You and Renart are so very vexing. It is a game, Espio. One should play to win such a thing. There may be a means we can use to escape if we have the resources for it.

It's a game I'm not playing.

And even if there's some means to escape, which seems unlikely, just where the hell am I going to go?

Renart's said some of the planets are pleasant. At least we might find a way out from under the eye of what audience might exist. Although, she did tell me the lavatories and bedrooms do have some level of privacy, for your peace of mind.

[It's helped Monty's peace of mind.]

[With his limited exposure to reality TV, Espio can actually buy that. After all, there are some things that just can't be broadcast...]

Wonderful. New planets. Great. I'm so enthused by this.

[Monty rolls his eyes.]

At least there's life. Presumably of a variety that doesn't want to eat or parasitize us.

Edited 2016-10-08 06:40 (UTC)

You do know that both of those are pretty much guaranteed, right?

Somehow, I think it outside the realm of my belief ability to conjure that up for us here, and considering I'm the only one with belief between the three of us here, we might well be safe from any jinxing.

Belief alone won't change the world, never mind multiple worlds.

We're here for entertainment. Not everywhere we visit's gonna be sunshine and meadows. Where's the drama in that?

Some people do prefer their drama of the heartfelt variety, rather than the vicious and violent.

[Monty is one of these people, Espio. He is very much one of them.]

Perhaps our audience falls more into that category.

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