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[onlyanapple]

Who: Crowley and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleet-wide; video
Action: Planet and Pathstone
When: 22nd

ACTION;

[Those visiting the planet today might notice Crowley happily helping himself to the free alcohol on offer. He doesn't get involved in the festivities1 instead just grabbing crates upon crates of booze, happily taking them towards the waiting Pathstone. Occasionally, he will stop to get himself some terrible food, or watch people wandering by.

Those aboard the Pathstone will have the delights of Crowley trying to get his crates into various nooks and crannies of his communications station. He still avoids the cargo hold, just in case Tek has stored more dead bodies down there.

Eventually, he notices his captain's bunk is missing, which he cannot allow. The nice bed is the one and only decent thing about the crappy job that has been thrust upon him.]

Who the sodding hell has nicked my bed?!!

NETWORK;

[Crowley finally deigns to post to the network himself from his comms station, occasionaly flicking switches to listen to random BEE-BOP noises. Why? He has his reasons. Reasons that may or may not involve an attempt to put annoying flash games on the system at some point in the future.]

'Lo people, Crowley here, unfortunate Captain of the SS Dysfunction. Sorry, Pathstone. Wondering if anyone else got one of these.

[He holds the weird red stone one of the happy inhabitants had given him.]

Because I don't know about you, but I've gained a healthy distrust of possibly magical objects, and I'd like to know if one of these had blown up on anyone, or turned someone into a slug or something. [A considerate pause.] No one's started worshipping them, have they? Because that doesn't end well.



1.- Even in space, he could only dance like all demons from his world could dance. Which is to say the sort of dancing he wasn't evil enough to inflict on other people's retinas.

Comments

[blindoptimism]

Are you keeping it somewhere special? Just in case?

[onlyanapple]

The cargo hold. [AKA the dead body bin.]

[blindoptimism]

I see.

[pause...] If you don't mind me asking, why do you think these stones might inspire worship?

[onlyanapple]

Place I was before here, we had a space incident where a bunch of residents started worshipping this creepy space rock. They ended up sacrificing other residents. There were space zombie, too.

[blindoptimism]

[YOU CANT DROP THESE THINGS CASUALLY, CROWLEY]

T-That... sounds so horrible.

[onlyanapple]

[Sure can.]

It was one of more shitty things we were put through.

[blindoptimism]

I'm so sorry...

[onlyanapple]

Eh, I survived. I survive everything.

[blindoptimism]

[there's a pause. Surviving through something is often the more painful of two options. Yet, she doesn't want to be presumptuous, so she nods]

Of course. With luck and vigilance, the same events won't be repeated.

[onlyanapple]

It's got less to do with luck and vigilance and everything to do with being immortal. I don't have a choice in the matter.

[blindoptimism]

[...]

Such a gift sounds as if it would let someone see amazing things, but it also must be difficult.

[onlyanapple]

Not especially, existing isn't hard when you just do it naturally.

Suppose I have seen some interesting things, though.

[blindoptimism]

Do you have a favorite? [... she pauses, and then makes a slight 'ah' noise]

Unless you'd rather not share personal stories.

[onlyanapple]

I don't mind.

[There's a considerate pause.]

I really liked it when they invented cars.

[blindoptimism]

[she smiles, shifting slightly in her seat. She likes the turn this conversation has taken]

Were people excited?

[onlyanapple]

They were, it was convenient. Plus it meant I didn't have to ride on any sodding horses any more.