the scheduled program will now continue...

[thespaceopera]

[You know that giant screen beside the mysterious counter? It turns out that it's not just there to watch cartoons on. A couple days after that ominous broadcast, an old jingle rings from the speakers... and the screen beams to life.

Veteran passengers may remember the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Diamond. But today the special guest is someone different: a woman perhaps in her twenties, with perfect red curls and eyes of a near-glowing shade of aquamarine. She smiles with blood-painted lips.]

Good morning, dear passengers. [Her voice is the very definition of svelte.] I apologize for any inconvenience you’ve experienced in the past few days. We’ve been having some… technical difficulties, so we’ve gathered you all together while we iron those out.

[She draws her nails along the desk in front of her. Click, click, click.]

Please, please make yourself comfortable-- and do let us know if you need anything.

[She isn’t alone. Another appears - a figure in a suit, hair cut short and eyes harboring the same near-glow as the redheaded lady she moves to stand beside. There’s a smile playing at the edge of her own purple-painted lips as she casually drapes an arm over her co-host’s shoulders, though her attention is clearly on the camera -- the viewers. The cameras are rolling and the show must go on, after all.]

We hope your stay here is a restful one. You deserve a break after all the hard work you’ve done this season, don’t you agree? And of course, we’re more than glad to help with that. So please, make yourselves right at home.

[And there’s a suave, charming wink for the camera~]

[ooc: The new hosts will be taking a few questions. Feel free to say something! Also be sure to check out the plot update!]

Comments

[passingthrough]

[Her last abduction taught her it was best not to engage with the help. You kept a distance and you watched. You learned what you could or at least you learned what they wanted you to learn for whatever that was worth. But no one is asking the question she cares about in the moment.]

Where's Winn? Where's anyone who disappears?

[She knows what people think happen. What people want to believe. She wants to hear what they'll say. It doesn't mean she'll believe it at face value, but she wants the answer nonetheless. What's the company line?]

[thespaceopera]

[Plainly, without a trace of real emotion:]

Winn Schott's ratings fell below an acceptable level, so he was sent home. It's all there in the contract.

[passingthrough]

Contract. [Just repeating the word with all the disdain.] I don't remember signing one of those.

[She can't believe his ratings were low. Is he home? All she really knows is that he's not here.]

[thespaceopera]

[She frowns.]

I'm sorry to hear that. It's still binding, however.

[passingthrough]

I'm shocked. [She sounds so very unshocked.]

I want my augment out. [She doesn't expect this to be granted, but hey, as long as she's got someone on the line.]