Look - up in the sky...!

[thespaceopera]

Suddenly, the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden begin to move on their own... slowly, calmly, they drift to two different points, a certain distance apart, away from the other ships of the fleet. Then, just as slowly, they turn to face each other.

And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.

Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo toward each other, perfectly lined up for a head-on collision, and there is nothing to stop them. No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.

CRASH!!

As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one.

One ship that is... very clearly made up of parts from the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden, but somehow seems well put together, at least!

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On the bridge, the crews of the SS Golden and the SS Pathstone arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:

"Congratulations - SS Goldstone!
Happy Fusion!"




... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.

Comments

[namisan]

...okay, no offence but your Big Guy sounds like a complete asshole. [Talk about the punishment not fitting the crime.] It sounds like he dared them to do it in the first place, besides.

[onlyanapple]

None taken, because that's exactly how I see it. I mean, seriously, why have it there at all if He doesn't plan for them to eat it? He's omnipotent, after all.

[namisan]

So he set the human race up to fail, basically. Or was it a whole obedience thing? Sounds pretty similar to the only God I've ever met anyway.

[onlyanapple]

Hard to tell, really. He does have a tendency to fuck over...well, just about everyone. I'm not a fan.

[Fuck you, Dad :|]

[namisan]

So is that the sort of thing you did on a regular basis? Pop up next to human beings and say "Hey go on, you know you really want to?"

[onlyanapple]

That's exactly what I did, right up until Paradisa scooped me up. Temptation is sort of my gig. Was.

[namisan]

Did you ever get anything for doing that apart from satisfaction?

[onlyanapple]

A few commendations from Hell. A nice, fat paycheck.

[namisan]

Sounds like you get paid for having a lot of fun.

[Her kind of gig, tbh.]

[onlyanapple]

Pretty much.

Unfortunately there was a lot of bureaucracy to go with it and less than savoury workmates, so-

[namisan]

Less than savoury workmates. I feel you there.

The more traditional kind of demon? [Mind you, she only has Sam's tales to go by on that. As far as she knows, there are no demons in her world.]

[onlyanapple]

Yep. I mean, most of them are just getting by, doing their rather unsavoury work and never really leaving Hell.

...But then you have some who are right evil bastards.

[Hastur and Ligur spring immediately to mind. ]

They didn't like me much.

[namisan]

You ever seen any of these guys turn up in places like this?

[onlyanapple]

Thankfully not. You shall certainly be able to tell if they ever do. You'll be my retreating figure, heading for the metaphorical space hills.

[namisan]

Right. I'll take your fleeing as a sign to keep my head down, then.

[onlyanapple]

There you go. I can serve as a warning to everyone.