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

[experiencepoints]

The ship's pretty full, but I don't think we're bigger than other crews? We both seemed to be pretty small before.

[delincuente]

Huh. That still sounds super annoying, though. Like, I'd have a crew of two if I could pull it.

[experiencepoints]

[She can't help but snicker.]

Same here, although that might not be quite as fun as it should be while we're still supposedly on TV.

[delincuente]

[A mock gasp.]

Mind out of the gutter!

[experiencepoints]

Oh, like you weren't thinking that.

[delincuente]

I'm pure and innocent as the driven snow, for your information.

[experiencepoints]

... I'm not even going to say anything to that.

[delincuente]

Good. You disbelieving heathen.

[experiencepoints]

Yeah, I'm definitely disbelieving.