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one ☀ video / action

Who: Mal
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Caprine
When: After the shuffle!

[The first thing she did once she got a good handle on exactly what was going on - which, for the record, she did not need help with, she is a perfectly capable and independent adult vampire, it's fine - was dive into the engine room and begin to pull things apart. There is knowledge brimming out of her mind that she has no origin for or control over, it's chaotic and it's mad and she loves it.]

[She broadcasts from the engine room, looking at a wrench admiringly. She's messy and a little greasy, but it's a suave sort of messy and greasy. Gods only know how she manages this.]

I'd be interested to know how many people are actually upset about this. Being here. Because I know all sorts of things now that I never could have known before, and that's worth something, I think.

Also, have there ever been any riots here? I think I could do with a good riot sometime soon.

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[And here is Aziraphale, peeking his head around the corner and holding a mug of cocoa.]

Umm????

[Which is as good as hello, and then he looks at the wrench.]

...are you new? Or are you, er, just disassembling for fun? N-not that I'd stop your fun but, umm, I'd have rather you asked.

[It is the least commanding series of words Mal has ever heard. She peers around a pipe and drops the wrench to the floor with a deliberately loud clatter, giving Aziraphale a piercing look.]

You didn't ask me to ask. So I didn't ask.

[He jumps at the wrench being dropped. It's a thing. He is a wee lamb.]

Er. Oh, perhaps I should have. Good point.

[And then he nods a little.]

I'm Captain Ziraphale. And you are...?

[She straightens up, wipes her greasy hands on her trousers, offers one to shake. For politeness's sake.]

Corporal Maladict. [A slight, impudent upward tilt of her chin.] I'm not expected to report to you, am I?

[He shakes her hand and then pulls a handkerchief from his pocket (was that there before?) and worries at a spot of grease on his palm.]

O-oh, w-well, you see, I am Captain but, erm...I suppose I'm a bit more...lax with the guidelines and rules in my ship, and such.

I see.

[She sees. With an eye on that handkerchief (where did it come from, honestly?), she takes a step back and surveys the half-dismantled engine.]

Then you'll have no problem whatsoever letting me continue, I suppose.