driftfleet | [Video] Rumors

Who: Kitty and everyone else!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Twin Roses
When: Now, soon, wheneverish

[The video kicks on from an odd angle but you see a woman's hands trying to scrap the paint off of a musical triangle. They are silver except for the part where they are covered in tiny pink and red hearts. Love triangles! When that doesn't seem to be working she takes two of them and slides them into each other. Except she does it in a way that break the laws of physics. Solid matter is slipping through other solid matter. Then she removes one of her hands and they simply freeze that way. She picks up another one, continuing her sculpture.]

Hmm? [A hand moves toward the screen as she picks up her communicator, revealing Kitty's face.] Who turned you on? Right. Silly question.

Hi, everyone. I guess the Atroma wanted you to be in on this. Soooo, I have a crate of triangles for all you music lovers or people who might want to repurpose the metal. Let me know.

Oh, and as long as I'm here, the dance studio is officially up and running on the Iskaulit. Or up and just sitting there like studios tend to do. I'll post a sign up sheet on the door with some various types of dance I can feasibly teach. So mostly ballet, modern, and I'll give ballroom a shot since it's going to be the most popular. But go ahead and use the space to practice or perform when there isn't a class going on.

[She means to end the feed there, but a text she had nothing to do with goes out afterward.]

Kitty is actually 10 cats stacked on each other. Kitty is a ghost—she's dead and she can walk through walls. Ironically, Kitty likes it doggy style. Kitty is so tough Chuck Norris is scared of her. Kitty is secretly growing catnip in the Twin Roses garden. Kitty is in a love triangle with Winn and C̷̨̞̫̗̭͎̳͉̟͔̍͜h̷̡̡͖̜̉͂̀̎̂͂̂́̀͆̋́́͋͒͜e̴̡̱̱̍̈͜k̶̙̰̜̹̠̤̹̀̋͋̒͐͊̋͋̎̔͘͘͝͠o̶̥̬̖͙̠̞͕͙̦̜̺̰̜̯͙̽̒͑̀̔̉̎͂v̸̢̧͕̯͈͉̥̫̤̪̥̯̍͛̚

[She manages to slightly distort the end of the message.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Apparently the Atroma or their audience or whoever is supposedly doing this agrees with you. [And Kitty agrees too if she's honest.] What new and exciting tidbits are out there about you?

Oh, mostly just my sex life and some racy pictures.

[She says that with all the sarcasm that can fit into the word.]

It came with pictures? [Are there pictures of her and Winn out there? She does not need that.]

The love triangles don't seem so bad now, do they?

You've changed my whole perspective. And I'm sorry to hear that. [Curious, but she decides not to ask for more details than given. She'll listen if offered, but Natasha is already a private person and she pushes enough as it is.]

[And while she has love triangles on the mind.]

You know there's actually someone I've been thinking you should meet. A fellow countryman of yours.

Yeah? Maybe I've met him. Either that, or there are more of us running around than I realized.

[Raising a curious eyebrow, quite willing to take the opportunity to change the subject.]

Tell me about him.

Pavel Chekov? He's from Kirk and McCoy's world, but I also knew him in the prison.

That's the guy I met—in the gym, losing a fight with the bag.

[That gets a little smile out of her though.]

He seems like a nice guy.

I hope it was at least a punching bag and not a shopping bag.

The nicest. He's one of my favorite people. I'm always about 92% sure I'll ruin him from exposure to me.

Punching bag. Don't worry. I showed him how to hold his own against inanimate objects.

[Glancing away, Natasha half laughs, a little rueful.]

I know the feeling, and I just met him.

That's good. It would be bad if a bag tied to a string took him out someday and we could have taught him to stop it.

[She smiles. Not exactly gleeful, because it's a rough reality, but rough realities love company?]

He has seen some things though. His world isn't all peaceful explorations. [And his childhood wasn't all roses and kittens either. Not that she'll go into any of that.] He's just...resiliently optimistic. [She hopes she didn't break that by not being the way he remembers her.]

Well, he's Russian. Not that we're known for our great optimism. But resiliency...?

[And rough childhoods. That may be an unfair judgment to make, but Natasha figures she's earned her mixed feelings at this point.]

Resiliency for sure. I'm glad you ran into each other. I hope he's getting to meet lots of people.

I'm sure if he is, he's charming the pants off of all of them.

[Figuratively.]

Is that what the racy pics are of? [Kidding.]

I'd really rather not think about that too hard.

Fair enough. I feel the same. Especially now that my catnip secret is out there.

Well. When you're ten cats in a trench coat, what else are you going to be doing?

It does seem like the most reasonable way for it to play out, right? Had you all fooled though.

You would have gotten away with it too. If it weren't for the audience stirring shit.

Never under estimate the audience. Or the Atroma pulling our strings under the guise of the audience.

Can't exactly rule that out either, can we?

If you want to get technical we can't really trust any of our senses, so we definitely can't rule things out.

It's true. I try not to think of it that way too much. At some point, it turns into chasing your tail.

Same. Especially dangerous when you're already named after something with a tail.