audio.

[delincuente]

[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.

Comments

[geonomy]

Uh. Not that much.

But we are still together! So you don't have to worry about that!

[delincuente]

Oh thank the lord. I didn't wander into some sort of weird mirror universe again.

[geonomy]

Mirror universe?

You've got to tell me about that.

[delincuente]

It's what I went back to - for some stupid reason my family had a magic mirror sitting around, and I decided to go through it. That's how I wound up in Paradisa, but when I popped back from here it was into this backwards nightmare world where everyone agreed with all my worst ideas. I mean, I always wanted to be queen of my own universe, but it turns out it sucks when everything's about you.

[geonomy]

Whoa.

That sounds like it sucks. Like, it sounds great for a while, but then... yeah.

Did you get back to the original universe?

[delincuente]

Oh, yeah, that was just like an afternoon in my family.

[A particularly irritating one, but still. Nothing totally out of the ordinary.]

It's been a year and a half since then, man.

[geonomy]

Wow, a year and a half... It hasn't been nearly that long here, but it's still been enough!

So which ship are you on? I wanna come see you like right now.

[delincuente]

Wonderduck. Get your astronaut ass over here.

[geonomy]

I'm going, I'm going!

[In which Allen will pick his ass up and go!]