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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

action-- sort of

[heresyandlace]

[he's probably on the ship, locked in his office with said stolen cot, but he's answering over the network. because he's a lazy ass.]

Someone stole your bed? That's terrible.

Network

[wilder]

[Normally he might say some sarcastic remark, but honestly, he has a history with magical stones and it's a pretty bad one. So-]

I got one, but I haven't noticed anything weird about them so far.

action

[amarant]

[ This ship is now like 50% alcohol. ]

Will it even be able to get off the ground like this?

action;

[fishy_go_byebye]

Don't swallow it.

[She trails after him while he hauls crates of booze, not even remotely planning to help.]

actionnn

[sugoooi]

[ Well, speaking of people wandering by...there is this one guy who's kinda stuck in his bedclothes and all that, but he's trying not to look too conspicuous about it. "Trying." The urge to cover himself and hide is strong every time someone snickers or laughs, even if it isn't directed at him.

But he needs a change of clothes damnit and if that means walking around on an alien planet barefoot in his jammies, he is darn-well going to do it. ]

network - video

[parkinglotangel]

Little early for the golden calf metaphors isn't it?

[He's smiling, though, mostly amused and holds up said said shiny rock]

It's just a rock.

network & action

[jarredforlife]

NETWORK; VIDEO

[waving his own red stone]

Seems pretty non-magical to me.

ACTION; PLANETSIDE

[Barakiel can be found at various times doing grunt work in exchange for things. Which means he is standing around in a busy place, wearing a gaudy sandwich board that advertises some local store's totally legit goods and services.

Hey, it's a...method of barter for trinkets and amenities. Or something.]

action;

[proteusmoon]

[ Cecil has been pretty busy playing a game of... borderline mistaken identity?? With her newest crewmate, but she does step off the ship just long enough to visit the others. It's just as she's about to knock and call out for Tek upon entering the Pathstone when she suddenly hears loud, upset shouting. She can't make out what's said, but it concerns her enough to forego the formality of asking permission to venture further into the ship in favor of rushing through it to find the source of the yelling.

As soon as she catches sight of someone else on the ship, she comes skidding a little bit to a stop and leans into the room, distinctly worried. She's an extremely fair-skinned, white-haired, small woman, but she's dressed in the flex armor of the security officers of the fleet and she's armed with one of those weapons. Her voice is urgent and firm when she speaks. ]

What's wrong? Is anyone injured?

network

[blindoptimism]

Oh, yes I received one as well. [lowrdy, well aren't you the pessimist Crowley]

I tried to use some of the basic scanning equipment on the ship, it doesn't seem dangerous.