delincuente: (we smell good we're alone so alive)
ᴀʟᴇx ʀᴜssᴏ ([personal profile] delincuente) wrote in [community profile] 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.
reek: (pic#9976621)

[personal profile] reek 2017-03-21 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ He might pay to see that, but he isn’t so certain that he can handle seeing Ramsay’s face again. He’s done a lot of healing, but there are some wounds that can easily open once more. ]

You’re not on the Paisley. I’m not your crew.

[ He smirks, as if it’s the funniest thing in the world. He’s still an ass, but he’s not completely unruly anymore. He still uses that smirk as something he can hold onto when he doesn't want to show too much weakness. ]

Perhaps a very distant family.
reek: (pic#9976583)

[personal profile] reek 2017-03-22 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Just when I thought we were finally rid of you.

[ the joke is always on him. ]
reek: (pic#9976652)

[personal profile] reek 2017-03-26 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
You are.

[ He’s not even about to argue with that. Why argue against the truth? ]

Do you intend to steal captainship from Stefan now?

[ Again, he smirks. See, Alex? He can be missing all sorts of body parts and still manage to joke. ]