[Action] Complaint #3, Referendum A1

[brothersboots]

Who: Edna and others
Broadcast: No
Action: The Blameless and the Iskaulit
When: 9/3-9/7

The Blameless, 9/3

[After so many months on the ship with her brother and the humans that seemed to come and go as they pleased, Edna's gotten used to people who can see her. She knows that she still doesn't show up well on the communicators because they just don't have any resonance, but that doesn't matter to her one bit. It's much more interesting to be the disembodied voice over the little machines in her opinion.

Since Calibrations, the fact that she's so far from Rayfalke after spending nearly her entire life on the mountainside has left her feeling listless. The last system didn't help with its distinct lack of anything truly natural on the planet's surface. Jobs on the farms with Sorey helped, but she's just not that easily satisfied. She never has been, if you ask Eizen or Zaveid.

Her slow-building irritation isn't helped by the disruption being put off by the newer system they approach. If anything, it's worsened. And where she would normally walk around silently, moving between her room with her small collection of things from her friends and the Atroma, the personnel office that makes up her "duties",and the ship's kitchen. As the days drag on, her footsteps grow heavier, shaking the ship's floor for yards around her.]

Move. You're in the way. [Manners are overrated. Sorry, shipmates.]

The Iskaulit, 9/4

[She can't stand the ships and the confinement and the lack of fresh air. And so she's taken a shuttle to the Iskaulit to find an area to stretch her legs. She'd offered to help that Hawke woman with her strange sage-like herb, but she hasn't started yet with the irritation in the air as of late.

She stops when she reaches an area that's open and bare. It's big enough for her to let out all of her frustration on. Honestly, it's perfect. She removes her communicator from the pouch she's taken to carrying and sends out two identical texts to Mikleo and Eizen. "I'm on the Iskaulit. Come to the big open area on the other side of the ship from Malum." Then she prepares to wait.]

The Iskaulit, 9/7

[Anyone visiting the large ship over the last three days will not have missed all of the noise coming from this previously abandoned area and should they arrive, they'll find the small Earth Seraph staring at the scene of chaos with a sort of half-pleased smile on her face.

Until she's interrupted by someone she doesn't immediately know.]

Do you need help with something?

Comments

[ladybro]

I'm implying, [ she answers with an impish smile, ] that maybe I'd prefer a monster. Depending on said monster's mood.

Especially since I've got no chiffon cake to speak of. Sorry. [ a beat. ] Doughnuts, though?

[brothersboots]

There are plenty on this fleet. [Most of them wearing faces not as cute as hers too. However, Edna does appreciate that Kate doesn't seem too worried about her attitude. It's rare.

She stops and actually looks at the girl at the mention of the treats.]

Who made them?

[ladybro]

I did. [ kate is overtaken with a look of pride. she grabs a bag, untwists it, and puts a few sweet little lumpy-shaped doughnuts on a plate. they're sugar-powdered. ] I thought it would be way, way tougher to make them but -- once you have the ingredients, it's not so bad. It's just fried dough, in the end.

[brothersboots]

[Edna looks at the plate that's handed to her and stares at them. Donuts are things that she's made herself and she knows they're not as hard as they look if you have the patience to wait for the oil to be high enough to get them fluffy in the middle.

But these are kinda...oddly shaped.]

You should practice more.

[She takes a bite of the donut and manages a half-smile with powdered sugar on one cheek.]

Let me know when they're ready.

[AKA, not bad, want more.]

[ladybro]

I tried cronuts a few months back. They were an unmitigated disaster. [ a beat. kate's head tilts. ] Do you know what a cronut is? Sometimes I think they're a strictly my-world phenomenon.

[brothersboots]

It sounds disgusting.

[AKA, Earthlings are weird.]

What's wrong with just normal donuts?

[ladybro]

Nothing at all. [ indeed, she rather prefers normal donuts. ] But some guy in SoHo found a way to change'em just enough to convince schmucks to line up for two hours just to buy one.

[ a cronut, that is. ]

[brothersboots]

But what are they? And I'm not surprised that someone finally learned to capitalized on stupidity. It was bound to happen someday.

[ladybro]

They're donuts and croissants rolled into one. Fried, like donuts are fried. But flaky and pastry-like. They're a bitch to make.

[ or so she assumes. given her failures. ]

[brothersboots]

Hm.

[Edna looks down at the donuts on her plate still. They're good, so it's not that Kate has no talent at cooking. At least not like Rose and her terrible disasters.]

Ask Dezel.

[If she can see Edna and Eizen after all these months, she should be able to see the others as well.]

[ladybro]

...Dezel?

[ i mean. a friend, she assumes. and possibly someone decent in a kitchen. but she waits for edna to explain. ]

[brothersboots]

Shark face. Top hat. Works at Malum with Crowley.

[That's his description. That's it.]

He has talents besides bad decision making.

[ladybro]

[ well. that sure is...a description. ]

And those talents involve food? Good for him. [ ... ] It's not something I ever took much interest in before the Fleet.

[brothersboots]

[Look, go meet him. You'll see how accurate she is.]

Ask him about those weird cronut things. I bet he could make them.

[ladybro]

...Have you got his frequency? 'Cause I could send him a text.

[brothersboots]

....

[Edna has to try really hard not to laugh at that.]

You're better off stopping at the Malum to talk to him. Trust me.

[ladybro]

Okay. But. Why?

[ just flat-toned. ]

[brothersboots]

[While she can appreciate a good flat tone of scepticism, she would rather it not directed at her, thanks ever so much.]

Because he's blind. Sending written messages just seems like a cruel thing to do.

Besides, you need to taste is cooking to understand.

[Just do it. Or she can go back to stomping around like the tiny terror she is.]

[ladybro]

The device can account for that. [ a beat, but: ] I mean -- I know it can 'cause my...because someone I know from home is deaf. And when he was here, he could get the devices to convert things to text for him. I'm sure the same can be done in the other direction.

[ ... ]

But thanks for telling me.

[brothersboots]

Well, that's good to know.

[Thank you for arming her with a new weapon, Kate. She had been trying to be polite about Dezel's lack of eyesight.

Now? All bets are off.]

Still, you should probably visit him so that he doesn't ignore your messages.