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[optimystic]

Who: Maya Fey
Broadcast: Fleet wide, video
Action: Marsiva
When: 10/21, afternoon

Testing, testing, one two three...

[she waves at the communication device and grins] So what the heck happened? Did all the journals get turned into little robot journals? It's really trendy and tech-forward, but I think I'm using mine wrong. I can't go back and see all the old entries. Who knows their way around these kind of things? I've got the basics down, but I'd appreciate the help.

Also! [the real thing that she wanted to ask, since it was kind of weirding her out... She's trying to keep a lid on her nerves, but an astute viewer might notice that she looks a touch nervous] I think I'm the only one on this ship? [little does she know that she has one other passenger wandering around the hospitality deck, but she hasn't run into her yet]

I guess that's not the worst thing in the world. We're all the captain of our own spaceships? [heh, Captain Maya... she should find a hat :3] And then maybe we all have to work together to explore that crazy looking planet down below. Alright, well I'm ready for adventure! Come on, space team, let's go! Exploration awaits!

[this has been a 101 of being really cheerful to will away any nervousness and uncertainty that you have. you're welcome, world]

Comments

2/2

[optimystic]

Haha, whoo! You really had me worried there for a second. That's a pretty funny joke.

1/2

[wilder]

[...She went straight into the denial stage of grieving...]

[wilder]

Maya, haha...it's not a joke.

All there is to eat is this weird protein stuff. No actual meat.

[optimystic]

What?

[yep, this is much easier to focus on than all the rest of this craziness so she's just going to go full into that]

That can't be true... how do they expect us to survive?

[wilder]

Well...I hear the stuff's pretty nutritious.

Just, not very good tasting.

[optimystic]

This is... horrible! Way crueler than the castle ever was! [well, other than that whole first year when she couldn't taste, that was rough]

Time for a revolution!

[wilder]

The castl-?

Wait- seriously!? You want to throw a revolution over hamburgers??

[optimystic]

I can't think of a more worthy reason... [she lowers her voice to the best deep gravelly tone that she can achieve]

[wilder]

[....]

Oh yeah. I can hear the people sing, alright.

1/2

[optimystic]

The song of angry men indeed...

[optimystic]

They have a reason to be angry! Our most basic human rights are being brutally violated!

[wilder]

[...]

Since when were hamburgers a basic human right?

[optimystic]

Since forever, it's in the constitution. Everyone knows that.

[wilder]

What constitution?

[optimystic]

The United States Constitution--

Oh wait, sorry, different worlds... I bet you're not from America, huh?

[wilder]

[oh. that place]

Nope.

[optimystic]

Well, that's okay. I'm pretty sure it talks about applying to everyone, so you're covered.

The point is... I'll draft up a battle plan and let you know when we strike.

[wilder]

- We?

[WAIT A SEC HERE]

[optimystic]

Yep. Future generations will sing of our great deeds for years to come... as they eat their delicious hamburgers.

[wilder]

[...yeah. he really needs to stop talking to people. Weird shit like this ALWAYS happens]

Ha...I'm actually kinda hoping future generations don't get caught up in messes like this.

[optimystic]

[shush Zelos, her brand of weird is charming! and eccentric! get with the program]

Well we still need to plan, just in case.

[wilder]

Uh...huh.

You know, I'll leave all that planning stuff to you then.

[optimystic]

Got it, you're more of a man-of-action, am I right?

[wilder]

[...If by action you mean sitting on your ass and avoiding work...]

Sure. Something like that.

[optimystic]

That's pretty cool. [....] You should consider getting a trench coat.