[Video/Action] Welcome to Walküre World~!

[ikenai]

Who: Mikumo Guynemer and you! (Yes, even you!)
Broadcast: Oh yes
Action: Red Fish
When: 3/9

Action the Red Fish

[Finding herself on a strange ship would probably worry Mikumo, but... she's not really that kind of girl. Her life is just not normal. Besides, she has a feeling that she knows where she is. Sort of.

It's not either of the ships she was on the first time she was here, nor is it the big ship she spent a few days on before being moved. It's new, but the confetti and the faux-pudding cups are a clue. The idol just shakes her hair free of the brightly colored paper and starts to look around the ship.]

Hm, it looks as if someone let Messer decorate the walls. How interesting.

[As she walks down the halls, she trails a hand down the walls. Nothing comes away, but that doesn't mean she isn't a bit surprised.

She stops at a mess of paper that looks as if it is telling some secret to the many little dials around the ship and points when she sees one that leads to the residences.]

My, my. This would make visiting others so much easier.

Video

[Mikumo eventually ends up in her private room on the ship, the Red Fish and she pulls out her communicator. She waggles her fingers playfully before blowing a kiss at the screen.]

Well, hello, people of the Fleet. It's so lovely to be back here. Tell me, have I missed any venues? I see about this memory sharing thing that's happened again, but I suppose it's a good thing I missed that. I don't have many to share with you.

Comments

[nomirage]

Surprisingly, I'm still a pilot here.

[She's not sure how she managed it considering everyone else's predicaments... or those of the people she's talked to so far but...]

Hobbies.

[She gazes off into the distance.]

I suppose this is a good opportunity to read more.

[ikenai]

How disappointingly unimaginative. The Atroma could've done better.

[Mirage, of all people, deserves to have a strange and fun augment.]

The first time I was here, they made me a Communications officer. This time, I'm Lab Support.

[Why only senses of humor in Mikumo's case?

She frowns at where Mirage's mind goes. BORING!]

You could read more, certainly, but isn't there something else you want to do as well?

[nomirage]

[Mirage pauses, mulling over the question a moment.]

... Exercise more?

[She's got nothin' here.]

[ikenai]

[Mikumo rolls her eyes and contemplates hanging up their connection.]

How can you be so unimaginative? Listen. That just won't do. You need to get out and do things you normally wouldn't have the chance to do back home.

Otherwise, you're going to grow old, alone, with a million mercats, in your onesie. Forever.

[nomirage]

[How rude! For a moment there's a brief sputtering sound as Mirage's expression vacillates between surprise, quick displeasure, embarrassment and then exasperation.]

It's not that bad.

[Just because she never stood a chance with the one guy she ever had the hots for doesn't mean she's confined to a million mercats!]

[ikenai]

[Mirage, you should be used to that by now. How long have you been a part of Delta Platoon?]

It really is. If you're just going to sit around doing nothing, everyone else will leave you behind. Even Messer.

[She says these things because she likes you.]

[nomirage]

[Look, it didn't used to be about her love life, okay? Sometimes it was about her being a Goody Two-Shoes or a tight ass or something not involved with her becoming a spinster.

Even Messer? She sighs out.]

I would welcome that by this point. He has a chance to leave me behind here.

[BOY THAT SURE GOT GRIM ALL OF A SUDDEN, THANKS MIRAGE.]

[ikenai]

That's it.

[Mikumo's voice is sharp and commanding.]

The next world we visit, you and I are going out. You're going to have fun. I promise I won't even leave you if you're being a wet blanket.

[nomirage]

[Her brows raise way up. Mikumo's got an awfully commanding voice there. Did she strike a nerve or something?]

I... that is, I'm not opposed to it or anything. I do like to have fun as much as anyone else.

[And she does need to go shopping FINALLY. Oh for a planet with clothing store choices!]

[ikenai]

[Of course she did. It's not as if Mikumo is the most patient member of Walküre. If she wanted that, she should be talking to Makina.]

Good. I hope you're ready then. And in the meantime, you can always join Kaname in her runs around the Iskaulit.

Plus, there's a pool there as well.

[nomirage]

Oh! I haven't been to the pool yet.

[Now running maybe but she likes the idea of a swim. Ragna was a nice place for that after all and she misses it.]

[ikenai]

Have you spent any time trying to explore the Iskaulit? It has a lot to offer.

[More room and space to stretch your legs, especially in the long periods of drifting between systems.]

[nomirage]

Not a great deal yet. I went looking for clothing shops but...

[Well, no such luck there.]

I've been wearing some of the things you left behind since I arrived.

[ikenai]

That's fine. It's not as if I was here to fight you on wearing my things without returning them.

[She's actually serious about that for a change.]

But, the first opportunity we get, you're getting your own things, whether it's a planet or a space station along the way.

[nomirage]

Believe me, there's nothing I want more. No offense.

[It's hard to find clothes Mirage considers adequately covering everything that needs it.]

[ikenai]

Hm, I don't know if I should say "none taken". There is absolutely nothing wrong with my sense of fashion, I'll have you know.

[Mirage is a fuddy-duddy and needs to lighten up like a million levels. She's too damn serious for her age.]

[nomirage]

There isn't, it's simply a manner of difference in taste.

[She likes to keep mostly covered up, thanks. Some of us don't take to walking around raving starkers in the moonlight.]

[ikenai]

A difference in taste, hm? I suppose that will have to suffice.

I hope you're ready when the time comes.

[nomirage]

That sounds vaguely threatening, you know.

[ikenai]

How do you know it's not a threat? I plan on making you have fun.

[nomirage]

I'm not really threatened by having fun though. I've had fun before.

[The clothing thing on the other hand...]

[ikenai]

I've yet to see it. I will need empirical evidence of you having fun.

[And the clothing trip won't be scary. Stop being such a worrywart.]

[nomirage]

There was Freyja's birthday party. That was fun.

[And then Freyja and Hayate made eyes at each and it wasn't so fun but whatever.

She'll stop breathing before she stops worrying.]

[ikenai]

Yes, that was rather fun. Wasn't it?

[Especially considering it was the first party she'd ever attended for someone else's birthday. It's also the first time she'd ever considered her own "birth".

No doubt that Mirage will probably stroke out before she's thirty. And then where will Hayate be?]

[nomirage]

It was. Everyone really pitched in together. I'd never helped plan a party like that before.

[He'll be with Freyja of course, c'mon now. Or... well, maybe not with her but... that's real depressing.]