☮ 001. ((video))

[delincuente]

Who: Alex Russo and you lucky people
Broadcast: Network - unfiltered
Action: Hospitality Deck
When: March 22nd

[Early in the evening, a teenage girl's supremely pissed-off face appears in the sightline of the camera, close enough to screw with the focus. She's got a red-lipsticked scowl, and an expression that says she's just damn tired of this.]

I swear the next "Welcome to purgatory, you're in for life, enjoy your stay" spiel I hear? Someone's getting a kick in the gut. All I want's a taco and the first flight back to New York. Otherwise, don't even bother.

[You can find her on the Hospitality Deck for some time afterwards, looking about as pleased as a wet cat. She's twirling around a wand in one hand, shuffling her brain for any kind of spell that could get her out of here. But none of the likely contenders are working, and as spell after spell fizzles and dies, her muttering is getting louder and more angry.]

Comments

[delincuente]

Hm.

[Yeah, not really. But she almost gives a bitter laugh at one thought - this time, at least, she was the one to leave.]

So, you've been here a month. What should I expect - dinosaurs? Talking horses?

[lord_wizard]

My stay has been relatively quiet, to be honest. At the moment I'm on a planet that reminds me somewhat of the City Royale, except it is being cast as a tourist attraction. I don't see the appeal.

[That's a half lie. He's just hating it on principle. He hasn't gone back to his ship since they landed]

I can't speak as to the exotic nature of the personnel, however.

[He's really not the best person to go to for short answers.]

[delincuente]

How come you get to be on a planet, and I'm stuck in the armpit of Tomorrowland?

[There's that familiar teenage whine.]

[lord_wizard]

[He's going to ignore that whine answer the question. He doesn't know exactly what she's talking about, but context helps]

You'll be up there until they, as they call it, "shuffle" you onto the crew of one of several smaller vessels, which are currently landed on said planet.

[So much for not being helpful.]

[delincuente]

A crew. Like a job.

[She makes a face, but her heart isn't in it.]

[lord_wizard]

Unfortunately, yes.

[He sighs softly, waving a hand, clearly about as thrilled by the idea of working as she is. Not that he's actually done his job much since he got here]

[delincuente]

Well, three years in Paradisa and I barely lifted a finger. Guess the universe thought it was a long enough break.

[lord_wizard]

[He smirks] As much as I'd like to encourage more industriousness from you...just because we have an assigned task does not necessarily mean you have to do it.

[Kind of how he ignores his, for the most part.]

[delincuente]

That's my motto, don't wear it out.

[lord_wizard]

[His smirk is one of belabored amusement.]

Of course not. I'm sure you'll do just fine.

[delincuente]

Your amount of faith in me is worrying.

[lord_wizard]

If I keep it up long enough you might actually live up to it.

[delincuente]

Just lower your expectations, and you'll never be disappointed. It's always worked for me.