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Who: Vash and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Space Bar
When: Right now!

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[It's taken Vash a lot of talking to get himself to make this post. He was embarrassed and shy which was making it very difficult. Still, it was something he had been thinking about for months now so he really needs to do it. No point to keep putting it off.]

So, ah, I know there are some doctors on board. People skilled with magic too. Is anyone good with getting rid of old scars. Like really bag, old scars? The kind make up won't cover up?

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[Vash will also be working his bartender job at The Space Bar later on. Standing behind the bar with a big smile on his face.] What can I get you? [Come tell the bartender all your problems!]

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Oh! The ones I knew personally were here years ago, but they were really nice. I don't think there are many here who would even remember them so you don't need to worry about competition or anything. [Not that it seemed Abel was worried. Vash is trying to make a joke.]

I've been here since the start of this cycle of the show as our hosts like to call it. So going on four and a half years now.

I would seek a fellow brother out, but alas.

Four and a half years? That's quite a long time. Makes an interesting career if you can make out of it! Or have you been a bartender for that long?

So during your sojourn in space, did you visit any planets? What's the most interesting world you had visited?

Actually! I started out in the kitchen! Washing dishes! Then I got a promotion! [Or they had so many people leave that someone had to take over bar-tending. Vash wasn't going to let this place close down.] I've only been a bartender for a couple months now.

[He hums. Looking up at the ceiling and scratching at his chin for awhile. He's been so many planets. Some have been really great and others were down right terrible. It was so hard to pick a favorite. Then suddenly he snaps his fingers. A loop hole!] There are these planets we sometimes come across. They have a presence about them. They... they... the sing! It's the best way I can describe it! [He won't say that part of the reason he likes those planets so much is because they make him feel connected to something. A connection he has lacked since being separated from his sisters. It wasn't the same, but it was better than nothing.

That and this way he can pick more than one planet as his favorite.] Those planets are usually so full of life. One was a giant ocean. Thick forests. Those of my favorite planets. The planets that are green and full of people are my favorite.

[Abel merely listens to the bartender's tale with great interests.]

Hey, I think that's neat. We all got to start somewhere. I must admit, I washed the dishes too to pitch in, but I enjoy cooking and baking more in the kitchen.

[With scientific curiosity.] Planets that can...sing? Like a concert? [Abel looks up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look and tries imagining it.] I think that's neat. I wonder if I could get a chance to visit those and study how a planet can generate soundwaves to make music? I can only imagine.

Still, that's neat. To find worlds brimming full of life with oceans and forests. My world was like that too. It's called Earth and it has people on it. If the fleet could stop by to those types of worlds, I'm going to write a book and journal my findings and research.

[Meanwhile, all of those can of sodas he drink, one by one.]

By people, have you seen any friendly aliens?

My favorite part is the food eating! [Vash was a decent enough cook, but he was no chef. He could do it just fine, but he'd much rather someone else do the cooking when he could.]

Oh, hm, well it wasn't literal music. [Vash taps at his chin.] It's hard to explain. There was just something about those planets. It was like they called out to some of us. [The more magically inclined at least.] There wasn't an exact song, but singing is the best way I can sort of describe it?

[Earth. Just like every other time in the past four and a half years he heard that name his heart leaps. Although his face gives nothing away. Was perhaps Abel from the Earth of his world? One so badly damaged that the human race had to leave it all behind?] It's strange; there are so many people here from Earth, but different years and completely different Earths sometimes! Little and big differences between them.

Yet, I haven't found a single person who said they're from my planet. It's strange how that works out.

And yeah! Pretty much every planet has friendly locals on it! [Except for that one resetting planet. That was awful in how empty and ghost town it was like, but Vash doesn't like talking about that one so he doesn't bring it up.]

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