ᴀʟᴇx ʀᴜssᴏ (
delincuente) wrote in
driftfleet2017-03-03 03:57 pm
audio.
[The audio feed rattles to life with a blare of feedback, and the voice that comes through is bright, cherry, and possibly familiar to a few.]
Gooood morning, outer space! I'm pleased to announce that I've just taken over your fleet. You can call me Your Majesty, or Supreme Overlord, or Beyoncé. One of the three. Mom jeans and aerobic dance are officially outlawed, and nothing is allowed to start before noon.
Kay, thanks. Beyoncé out.
Gooood morning, outer space! I'm pleased to announce that I've just taken over your fleet. You can call me Your Majesty, or Supreme Overlord, or Beyoncé. One of the three. Mom jeans and aerobic dance are officially outlawed, and nothing is allowed to start before noon.
Kay, thanks. Beyoncé out.

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[But honestly, part of her sounds thrilled to be back. This is the first place she ever really got to be worth something, and having that back isn't awful.]
Maybe just shred some napkins and throw them at me as I walk past.
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I'll pass on the napkins. Cleaning that up sounds like a pain.
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[Morbidly intrigued by the past tense.]
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Instead, they're now one ship. The Goldstone. It's fucking stupid.
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Same here, although that might not be quite as fun as it should be while we're still supposedly on TV.
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Mind out of the gutter!
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