driftfleet | Accidental Video

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental video
Action: Goldstone
When: Nowish

[Strange things have been going on recently. You may have noticed notes appearing on your bookmarks or in your cookies that aren't even fortune cookies or written out in the dust on your desk—you should really clean that. They include:

"Mon-El and Kara are cousins."

"Kara dyes her hair."

"Mon-El glitterbombs his enemies."

"Kara is, like, really old."

But it hasn't kept the couple from being extremely cute with each other. His communicator kicks on for what can only be Atroma-related reasons as they walk hand-in-hand into the Goldstone's cargo bay.]

So, Princess Bride again tonight?

As you wish!! I mean, we could branch out, but you really can't top it for quality.

[He laughs.] Seventh time is the charm? Or are we on sixth? [He leans in, ready to kiss her when something catches his eye—a crate with his name on it.] What’s that?

How should I know? It has your name on it. Do you have a secret admirer now?

Maybe. I am a very good bartender. [Smiling as he walks over to it and without so much as a crowbar, he flips it open easily despite it being obviously nailed shut. Reaching in he pulls up a handful of condoms. He doesn’t notice the note.]

[Kara laughs. Not like a ha-ha-funny laugh but she's really taken off guard.] Um. Well that's… useful? I guess? How good a bartender are you?

If I’m this good I need a raise.

[Kara raises her eyebrows and notices something distinctly not-condom-like fall from the crate and goes to pick it up]

What’s that?

[She takes a moment to read it for herself before reading it aloud with a skeptical voice] "Mon-El and Natasha had sex."

[Mon-El’s eyes widen, but before he can reply the video cuts out. You’ll have to call in for the details.]

(OOC: Part of the Rumors event. | Mon-El | Kara | Both will respond and also possibly Natasha.)