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

Oh dear

[helladoomed]

Obviously.

I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. What do you think this is, the internet?

[delincuente]

I mean, it's enough like some godawful AOL chatroom hell around here.

[helladoomed]

Those were a little before me, but I've heard the horror stories.

I guess it is pretty drama-ish.

[A beat.]

So you really remember everything huh?

[delincuente]

Every single second - especially the shitty ones.

[helladoomed]

Eh, probably better than not remembering and making everybody sad.

Your boy's still here. I mean, I don't know if he's still....you know, your boy. But he's still there.

[delincuente]

Oh. Yeah. [Awkward pause.] He's not. We broke up, like, right before I left.

[helladoomed]

Oh. Well that's uh...

.......good?

[She has no idea if that's good or not.]

[delincuente]

[Alex doesn't seem entirely certain of the answer herself.]

I don't know. Maybe. We weren't really on the same page with stuff, I guess.

[helladoomed]

Oh that's always fun.

Alright, less messed up 'feelings' shit. When you get shuffled, meet me over on the Iskulti. I got a surprise for you.

[delincuente]

Lucky for you, I'm already on the Wonderduck.

[She got Shuffled within a couple hours of showing up, this time around. It was really pretty fantastic.]

Let me touch base with the Paisley, and I'll head on over?

[helladoomed]

The Wonderduck. [Because Chloe will never not snicker at that name.]

Yeah, just ping me when you're there. I'll be there most of the afternoon.