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Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: Everywhere!
When: Until the end of the month!

[hey droot flooters! how are those new augment glitches going? how's your crew? what fresh trouble have you been getting into? how are those jobs paying off? whether you're in your ship, on one of the moons, stuck on Marsiva, or hiding out on one of the waystations in-between, your audience wants to know what you're up to!

note: there are an unusual number of shoes on sale in the shops today. the ones on Abeo are pretty ugly.]

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I'm not interested in prying out your secrets.

[ He doesn't want to interrogate anyone. ]

Then don't be weird when I say I don't want talk about shit.

[Aaand he's going back to the freezer and digging around until he finds something without meat.]

Gives me a fucking headache when you people get all weird.

I didn't say anything.

[ Which makes a suspicion grow in him anyway. He didn't say anything. He may have thought it. ]

You didn't have to. It was pretty fucking obvious.

[Obvious to anyone that reads emotions.]

What is it? Godliness?

What? The fuck are you talking about?

You have power, don't you?

And what if I do? Got a problem with that?

Should I?

No. [He huffs in annoyance.] I mean, most people tend to have a problem with what I can do and label me as a monster.

You're not the only one with power here.

[ Though his is pretty useless, to be fair. ]

I know that. Doesn't really change all that much.

[Pause. Wait he seems pretty chill about this.]

...you're fucking kidding me. You have one?

[ Malak crosses his arms, a little defensively. ]

Mine is godliness.

[That makes him laugh.]

Call it whatever you want, but a power's a power. Guess you're not as gray as I thought.

Gray?

That's what we call normal, powerless people where I'm from. It's not an insult, dude.

It sounds like an insult.

If I wanted to insult you, I could think of plenty of better ways of insulting you than calling you kinda gray. Hell, it was probably more of an insult to say that you were giving me a headache.

[ ...fine, that sounds plausible. His posture loosens a little bit. ]

I can heal. Just a little - and ease pain.

...huh, that's more useful than me. Not too bad. I just sense emotions.

Not thoughts, then. [ There might be a little bit of relief. Psychics unnerve Malak. ]

No way in hell. That'd drive me fucking bonkers.

....me too.

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