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Who: opal, nightingale, and you
Broadcast: video!
Action: on the pathstone
When: now!

[When the feed turns on, it’s focused on... so many Christmas sweaters laying on a bed. There are more, hidden beneath those four and out of view of the camera; from what can be seen, it looks like there are at least three or four more. The camera swings around to two girls, one of whom has the most deadpan look on her face.]

I officially hate sponsor drops. I want none of this.

[The other one just looks kind of confused.]

I’m pretty sure this is another Earth reference or something that I’m missing here. What the fuck is wrong with Earth?

[It earns a snort out of Opal.]

There are many things wrong with Earth, and all of them are a long story. Don’t worry about it. Anyways, the point is that someone should come here and take these away because every single one is kind of the worst thing ever? Save us.

Either that or we can throw them out into space. That’s an option too. There’s a sun nearby to hurl these into, right?

[She sounds dead serious about this.]

...Maybe we should at least see if anyone wants them before we toss them into a sun? [But, she smiles.] I am totally saving shoving them out of an airlock as a plan B, though. Thank you for that.

[She glances back at the camera for a moment, though, giving the feed a Look.]

Seriously, though, get these far enough away that I never have to see them again.

[ooc: blue is opal, purple is nightingale!]

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One of the sweaters, or one thing about being on space TV?

Well, I meant the sweaters, but now I'm curious about both answers, to be honest.

For the sweaters, I guess the one with the slightly creepy reindeer? At least it doesn't have any words on it.

[An unseen shrug.]

As for the second one... I guess the people? Ugh, that sounds so sappy.

Oh is that what those things are? Never seen anything like 'em before.

[ He pretends to think about it, and nods his agreement. ]

Yeah, that's pretty sappy. [ Smirk! ] True, though.

It's... a very loose interpretation of a reindeer, at least.

What about you, what would you say?

[ He actually does think that one over... ]

One thing? The people, too. But since that was your answer? A second thing would be... the break from my world. Which, I'm sure that sounds selfish. But. 's true.

Huh. Was it kind of a shithole?

[she pauses for a moment.]

And why do you think it's selfish?

Nah. The world is great. Really. Just...

[ A pause, while he thinks about exactly what to say. It's not like he wants to go off angsting all over the place when all she did was ask a question, but that's pretty much exactly where that question leads, oops. ]

There's some shit goin' on. And I'm tryin' to fix it. I-- we need to fix it. It's just really damn complicated. So I guess what I mean is.. It's nice to not be constantly watchin' my back and trustin' no one. There's no Order presence here. It's... a relief.

And, heh, that's exactly why it sounds selfish. Thinkin' about myself over what we're tryin' to make happen.

Dude, it's okay to want a break. I mean, maybe it would be selfish if this were a completely voluntary vacation, but last time I checked nobody asked to come here.

[A slight pause.]

Sorry about whatever happened, though.

[ That makes him smile again - a little, but sincerely. ]

Yeah. Definitely not voluntary. Fuckin' kidnappers.

[ He waves a hand, dismissive. ]

No worries. It'll get fixed. There's no way it won't.

So... What is it? If I can ask.

[she's admittedly curious, but it sounds like a touchy subject, too. she won't pry if he says no.]

Huh? Oh.

[ He's surprised she's at all curious, honestly. He pushes a hand through his hair, takes a second to lock the communication only to her, before he continues. ]

Well, uh, I'll try to make a long story short.

Sooo... There's a group in my world called... well, the Order, for short. They're a group of mages. And I'm one of 'em, 'cause I've passed all the trials and courses. I'm a High Wizard. But, well, they're... not good. They've got some fucked up plans, and some fucked up reasoning behind 'em. We're talkin' like... "Follow us or die" shit. And they're gonna turn it into a long game, the kind that means lot of people all over are gonna suffer.

[ He takes a deep breath. ]

It's an accident I found out about their bullshit. Right place at the right time, I guess. Heh. And I'm kinda keepin' my head low for it - workin' against 'em in secret when I can. Makes me a traitor, but I'm fuckin' proud of it, honestly. And... well, that's what it is.

[she listens carefully, taking all that in]

Yikes. So, you didn't know until you got in that they were basically awful? That's rough. What were you doing to stop them?

Yep, no clue until I got in way too deep. So far it's just been a lot of recon stuff. Couple of prison breaks and rescues, too. Not sure how they haven't traced it back to me and my friends yet, but hey, I'm not about to take it for granted.

[ He smiles, a little bit sheepishly. He pushes a hand through his hair before speaking again. ]

Didn't mean for shit to get all real and deep or anything there. But thanks for listenin'.

Fingers crossed it stays that way.

[a shrug.]

Trust me, if I didn't want to hear, I wouldn't have asked. I'm not into that whole fake nice bullshit.

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.... i don't even know how to explain what just happened. /stares at Lazarus...

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