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Who: Sara
Broadcast: Video!
Action: On the Marsiva // The Twin Roses
When: Now!

[ The feed starts with Sara adjusting the camera and pursing her lips, then flashing a waxy smile that doesn't go anywhere near her eyes ]

Hi, so, I'm going to need you to go ahead and let me out of here and return me to my ship. I mean, we could do this the long way, but you really, really won't like that. It will be long. And painful. Possibly over days. The thing I'm going to assume you didn't realize about me before you decided to make this incredibly idiotic move is that I don't take kindly to cages. They're not really my thing, and I have a particular prejudice against the people who want to put me in them.

But hey.

[ She puts her hands up in a conciliatory manner ]

Maybe I'm reading this entire situation the wrong way. Just come and get me, we'll talk, and I won't even break your fingers for it. Promise.

Okay? Okay. Chop chop!

[ She rolls her eyes, sighs, and switches off the camera ]

****

[ some time later, Sara shows up in a burst of confetti on The Twin Roses. Hi friends! ]

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Yeah, well, we get kept busy enough we don't think about it all that much.

What else do you do?

Well, this system isn't so bad. Competition and teams and earning some easy cash. Others... others aren't so nice. Nightmare inducing kind of not nice.

All for what, televised drama?

If that's what you believe it is. Personally, I don't, but I just have a theory, not real evidence for that.

Hit me with it.

Over drinks?

Sure. Lady's choice - Malum or the Space Bar.

Malum sounds like something you'd find in Ikea. Let's go for it when I'm released from this place.

[ time warp??? ]

_{[ Let's do the time warp again! To when Sarah is let out of quarantine
and Kirk can meet her at Malum. See, Crowley, he's doing his job, bringing
in the new blood. He spots her and nods, coming over and giving her one of
those smiles that pulls at just one side of his mouth. ]}

I see you've been let out for good behavior.

[ her flirt mode is on high, voice purring ]

We'll see how quickly they learn to regret that decision.

_{[ He pulled out a chair and sat across from her. ]}

I prefer bad behavior myself.

[ she smirks before calling someone over to order a whiskey straight up ]

So, Captain... Kirk, was it? What's the deal with this place?

The bar of the Fleet? Because the bar is a delightful establishment with fine spirits run by possibly the worst demon I've ever met.

_{[ He was the only demon, but let's be real - he's still probably the
worst. ]}

[ now that's interesting ]

I'm going to guess you haven't met many demons.

They are not a thing where I am from, no. You?

One more than I'd like to, that's for sure.

Well, like I said, he's a very bad demon. Like - bad at being a demon. So don't worry about him to much. Just make sure you keep caught up on your tab.

Oh, is that what you mean by bad demon. I'll be sure to leave as square as I came into the bar, then.

Usually the best way to keep things. Especially if you want the drinks to keep coming outside of being on a planet where they actually serve them.

I'd say I'm pretty decent on paying on debts, so I'm not too worried.

Any other demons here I should be aware of?

He's the only actual one I know of. You'll have to decide the others for yourself.