driftfleet | (Video) Looma's mad about something, news at eleven

Who: Looma Red Wind and you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Bishop crew
When: Around space noon-ish on the 11th

[It's an otherwise slow day on the Bishop, and because the universe does love to keep up certain constants, Looma's in the cargo hold looking angry at something. Also sounding angry at something.]

I do not know who is responsible for this baseless speculation, but it has long passed simply being tiresome.

Someone has felt bold enough to take this mockery beyond these obnoxious little messages!

[The princess holds a small note up to read off, just to illustrate her point.]

"Princess Looma never takes off her helmet because her hair is such a mess. Three birds once flew in her hair and were never seen again."

[And that note's getting crumpled into as tiny a ball as she can manage, because really. After a brief moment spent glowering at the now spitball-sized wad of paper- and the camera- she tosses it aside. And reaches up with one of her off hands to lift her helm off to reveal... nothing.

Evidently, whoever was behind that particular speculation did not bother to consider she might not have any hair. In fact, without the helmet there, it's even more obvious she doesn't even have eyebrows. Or much in the way of any readily identifiable nose or ears really, but that wasn't something her "fans" had chosen to speculate on. Demonstration over, she puts the helmet back on her head and gets back to the point of the broadcast.]

In the interest of putting an end to any further ridiculous assumptions, I have not simply cut it off. I do not, and have never, had any hair to hide.

[The camera's jostled a bit as she sets her communicator down on something, and stomps her way over to pick up a positively massive metal crate that had been left in the cargo hold for her by persons unknown. And she's not nearly as bothered by who might have left it for her as she is how they even got it in there in the first place, what with it being the size of a large refrigerator and all.]

So, as you can imagine, I have little use for any of this!

[Aaaand that refrigerator-sized crate has been promptly hoisted above her head and thrown back down to the floor, spilling out a small mountain of hair care product. Gel, hair spray, mousse, several cheap brushes and combs, even a few hair accessories- they're all there. Also, the large dent she's managed to put in the floor has suddenly fixed itself, popping back into place abruptly enough that it only scatters the items even more.]

So I will be most grateful if someone were to remove these items from my ship! I would also appreciate discovering how they came to be here in the first place!

[Because that crate can't fit through the airlock, at least not with someone else in there. She tried. She was told to stop trying to tear the bulkheads out to make it fit, and also that jettisoning a large metal object in the direction of the rest of the fleet was a bad idea.

So she was nice enough to not ignore that input. Just like she's nice enough to not continue hurling that crate around the cargo hold and make the rest of the crew worry that the ship was falling apart. Instead, she'll just stomp back over to growl at her communicator.]

I do not care who wants it, I do not care what you want it for. I just want it off this ship.

[Everyone will be treated to one more angry scowl before the camera's shut off. Probably so she could go break stuff in private, because that's kind of her natural response to mockery.]

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[That's quite the reaction, and from quite the personality too. Erik doesn't have much use for hair products anymore, but it wouldn't hurt to stock up on combs.]

I don't think I've seen such a large crate in all my time here.

I do not doubt that decision was made to mock me further, human.

[She's kind of bigger than the rest of you, she wouldn't put it past whoever's behind these things. Also, while it's hard to tell for sure, she's at least probably not destroying the rest of the cargo hold. But there is a repeated mechanical screeching noise coming from somewhere outside the camera frame.]

Mutant.

[The correction comes swift and a little sharp. There's no need to go throwing around human like that. He tilts his head at the image slightly, considering.]

I can remove the crate itself easily. I don't need all of the contents, though I will take some off your hands.

[Strangely enough, it's that correction that has her puzzled the most.]

...I do not understand- a mutant? Is there something wrong with you?

You are still welcome to whatever you can carry, but I remain curious as to why you would require that distinction.

[It's a question he gets routinely in the Fleet, so he answers with a minimum of irritation.]

No, there's nothing wrong with me. Mutants are a different species from humans; the next stage of evolution. The distinction is important because we are not the same.

[You look the same to her, buddy. Still, she's actually curious, even though she can't really see anything too different from where she's standing.]

And this stage includes...what, exactly? Are you longer-lived? More resistant to injury?

That depends on the mutant. All of our mutations are different.

Since I'll be collecting some of your supplies, I can demonstrate my own mutation when I'm there.

[Better than spinning some screws around on a tiny screen, in his opinion.]

[Mon-El looks slightly curious though not surprised by her appearance. He just can't place planet of origin.] I'm not sure if this will help, but it could have been worse?

[Oh there's no shortage of irritation in her response to that, Mon-El.]

Then allow me to settle the matter- it is not helpful.

Right. I can see where maybe it wouldn't.

Sorry. I just meant at least it's something you can clearly prove false and wasn't actually something true that you didn't want everyone to know. [And temporarily broke up your relationship. Or maybe that's just him.]

'Allo, lovely.

[YOU ARE SLIGHTLY TERRIFYING, SHIPMATE, SO JACK IS BEING EXTRA NICEY NICE.]

Erm...have you ever considered that these fine products might fetch us something in trade, someplace? I mean they're....

They're....

What are they for, anyhow?

[He'll get a glare shot his way once he shows up, but nothing more than that. Looma's at least making an effort to play nice with her shipmates, so even in a bad mood she's trying to keep any threats of horrible pain to a minimum.]

I am a warrior, I do not peddle second-hand wares!

[As for what they are, well, she'll just stomp right on over there to give the crate a good kick. Just enough to send it sliding across the floor of the hold and come to a stop a comfortable distance from Jack's feet.]

From what I gather, it is an assortment of cheap goods. Mostly for one's hair.

[Which is about as helpful to her as a hole in the hull, really.]

But I could peddle them, you see, as I'm a pirate.

[He toes off the lid of the crate. Inside are an abundance of hair care products. Jack has oodles of hair.]

Erm.......how do you use it, exactly?

[She'll just let him figure out the answer to that question on his own. There's probably helpful little picture instructions on at least a few of the products- at least, more helpful than she could be. It wasn't like she'd ever used any.]

Then by all means- take as much as you may carry. Consider any profit as payment

[He's already sitting cross-legged on the floor, uncapping bottles to sniff them and squeezing hair cream from tubes.] Payment? Payment for what? Oi, milady -- can you give me a hand with this?

[Yes Looma he wants you to do his hair.]

Edited 2017-05-01 01:09 (UTC)

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