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[mikangirl]

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Space Bar mostly, elsewhere if you like
When: Now

[She's put this off for weeks now in the vain hope that Fenris would suddenly turn back up one day, grumpy as usual.  Some people only vanish briefly, don't they?  But there's only so many double shifts she can pull, and while they've been welcome in the order of not thinking about various things (this place, all those deaths, her death, and oh Luceti, that's an interesting one) there comes a point where you both (a) have to acknowledge you're in denial and (b) fall asleep in the shuttle bay before you ever leave the Iskaulit. 

Damn you, Fenris.  It's not going to be the same without you.  This is your friend's bar.]

I guess it's that time of year again.  The Space Bar needs new staff!   I'm looking for someone with decent bartending experience or just someone who's really fast at learning.  Pay's good, so if you'd like an extra source of credits for work you choose to be doing, hit me up.  I'm also looking for one or two people who'd be willing to act as relief staff, because this place does a number on reliability at the best of times.

[Like when its proprietor vanishes completely for a month, that was fun.]

....

....also, tell me if you've found a favourite food or drink on this planet.  I'm restocking, it benefits everyone if I can have on hand what people enjoy the most.

[Catch her at the bar on shift.  Or catching a nap in inconvenient places.  Or just on the Bloodsport.  Wherever.]

Comments

[watermarks]

What do you mean?

[mikangirl]

This is the ...twelfth, I think? ... season of this so-called show. And names have been found previously of people who used to be part of the Fleet. Now, they might have just been sent home again from this run, but I doubt it.

So I wonder if the Interceptors are ex-contestants, so to speak. Either the ones that the Atroma cut adrift in earlier cycles, or ones that found a way to leave on their own. Either way, they haven't found their way back home, if that's the case.

[watermarks]

...so you think there's some truth to the fact that they send one person home at the end of the show?

[ Just one person... and who knew what happened to the rest of them. ]

[mikangirl]

I don't know what to think. I mean, that could be the case. But I don't think they'd be even that nice.

[watermarks]

[ She makes a small sound and then takes another sip of her space cocoa. ]

...well. We don't need them to be nice. Just stupid. And everybody makes mistakes sometimes.

[ And then they can take advantage of that as best they can. ]

[mikangirl]

The long game. [She sips her own, nestling her hands comfortably around the mug for warmth.] I guess you're used to playing it by now, huh.

[watermarks]

I guess so. [ Four years in Luceti. Two years at home. Katara knows how to watch and wait.

She hates it. ] And you, too. ...is it strange, for you, coming from Adstringdum to this place? Oh - but you said you'd gotten to go home a few times, right?

[mikangirl]

In a sense. You go to bed, you sleep and remember home, that kind of thing. I don't know if I ever really go because I'm still here.

...Adstring means this place wasn't so strange. Just frustrating. I was meant to go home and I didn't.

[watermarks]

[ She glances down at her cocoa as if it has the answers. ]

I can definitely understand why that would be frustrating.

[mikangirl]

I bet.

[She holds out her mug, half empty.]

Here's to being jerked around by jackasses. May they meet the fate they deserve.

[watermarks]

[ Heh. She raises her mug to knock it gently against Nami's. ]

Hear, hear.