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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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Huh. Is she at least not a crazy person? I doubt anyone wants a crazy person as their captain.

[He chuckles] Powers forbid. But, no, she seems...relatively sane. If not rather pushy for someone of her stature. Which I suppose merits her the position more than the rest of us.

What is your ship like?

Napoleon complex, perhaps.

I can't complain. I can mostly get away with doing almost nothing with little to no complaints from them.

I don't suppose your amenities are any better than what we have access to? [Curious and vaguely hopeful, perhaps. He doesn't hate his crew, really, he just likes Crowley more]

We have a little more. You can use your money to improve your ship, and the others have been busy with that.

[A smirk. ] If you miss me that badly, you'll have to request a transfer~

[Which is a good cue to step just a little bit closer, as if he might be about to move in for a kiss, but instead drops his voice]

Maybe I just miss proper blankets~

[Such a tease. Crowley chuckles.]

Oh so that's what it is. Poor, deprived soul.

[It's his favorite game]

You know me. I have a very specific list of priorities. By the way, didn't you mention something about a drink last we spoke?

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[Crowley laughs, offering his arm.]

You know, you're right. I did mention such a thing.

[He makes an amused scoffing sound at the gesture and hesitates only a few moments before he winds his own arm around the demon's with an expression that was meant to imply he was doing Crowley a favor. And it's almost natural. Anyone else and he's have been crawling out of his skin, but years of Ashura getting him used to casual things like this had eased that neuroses slightly. And it was Crowley, after all.

Where to, then? The place doesn't seem very promising. Or is there where you say, 'my place'?

[Crowley knows, of course he does, but he does enjoy amusing himself with little things. And, of course, he's really, really missed Felix. More than he'd admit.]

My place is a dump. We can go to the fancy alcohol moon. You'll love it.

[He's missed Crowley too. Having him leave the castle ranks fairly high on the list of the worst he'd felt during his time there. Part of him badly wants to say so, but admitting it out loud is dangerous.]

I think I might. I hope you don't mind paying, however.

[It is, it means admitting things that Crowley is far too afraid to admit. Distance is easier.]

I suppose I can help your poor impoverished self, until you earn ratings of your own.

[Felix frowns into the distance at the uncomfortable reminder as his supposed new station in life]

And supposedly how are we supposed to do such a thing?

Generally? You just carry on as normal. Just...do things, I suppose? They seem to enjoy just normal life, too.

What kind of entertainment is that? [He is hypocritically offended by this]

People enjoy the mundane, sometimes. It gives them a way to relate to us before horrible things happen. Creates emotional investment.

You're suspiciously knowledgeable about this. [Not that there's any heat to that accusation]

Well, I did invent a lot of television, I know what people like.

...Or possibly I am Atroma.

[He gives Crowley a flat look he doesn't all mean, and then makes an amused sound]

Might as well perpetuate that theory. I'll feel right at home.

I like to give you something to keep you busy. Ah, here we go.

[He nods to one of the shuttles.] This'll take us to the boozy moon.

[He gives it a skeptical look]

Not exactly the Bentley, is it?

[And then frowns as a vivid memory involving Crowley comes to mind]

You're not driving this contraption there, are you?

No. It's not. Last time I knew, it was in the garage in the castle. I came here without it.

[He misses the car, even if he knows he can't actually drive it in space. ]

Well, I know how to run it. Comms officer, and all that, so I'm technically driving it? But I only press a few buttons, really.

It was still there when I left. I tried to keep the rabble away...

[He climbs into the shuttle]

As long as it has a speed limit.

How good of you.

[He might actually be genuinely grateful, it's always hard to tell. BE-BOOP buttons pressed.]

There are no speed limits in space.

[And suddenly, there they are, on the booze moon. Yay. ]

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