PAISLEY MINGLE BRUUUUHHH

[invigorates]

Who: the crew of the SS Paisley + any visitors!
Broadcast: if you want dawg
Action: everywhere on the paisley which isn't a whole lot because this crew sucks at upgrades
When: right meow

[ AYY WELCOME ABOARD JASON. ALSO CONGRATS ON BECOMING FIRST MATE JOEL. PUT ON YOUR SWEET HATS WE PARTYIN. ]



[ jk we suck. ]

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[asinisterkid]

[ Wow, creepypretty guy with pointy ears and an attitude problem. Well then. SMARTASS MODE: ACTIVATE. ]

Okay, let me guess... you're a member of race of extremely long-lived beings that feel the overwhelming need to roll your eyes at anyone under fifty because oh my god how can we ever get anything done with our teeny tiny lifespans, we should be in diapers or something.

[ raised eyebrow ] Am I anywhere near the mark, here?

[ Really fuck you he's a legal adult and everything. ]

[respired]

No. You're not.

[You just look like a child.]

[asinisterkid]

[ stfu he is hella manly, okay? HELLA. MANLY. ]

[ He lets out a little huff of air that might be a laugh. ]

Well, at least I tried.

[ He shrugs, not all that bothered by the fact that his smartassery totally missed the mark. It happens. ]

So. Jason Todd. New here. And it seems like I'm the cook. You?

[respired]

[Koltira winces as Jason talks, though it doesn't seem to be related to anything he's said. It's a moment before he looks up again to reply, gruffly.]

Koltira, called Deathweaver. Security.

[A beat, and then he adds--]

You will not need to cook for me.

[asinisterkid]

[ The presence of a security guy and the possibility of getting his hands on an actual weapon because of it is something that registers, but so does that wince. ]

Good to know. But I have to ask... are you okay, there?

[ Smartassery has been temporarily replaced by concern, even if this guy's epithet sounds like a bad metal band. ]

[respired]

[LISTEN HE DIDN'T ASK FOR THE EPITHET.

Koltira shakes his head.]

I've been better. It's of no concern.

[Actually, it's of growing concern, but he doesn't want to let on.]

[asinisterkid]

[ That's not exactly convincing, but then he's talking to an elf or something with glowy eyes and a voice like Darth Vader in an echo chamber. It's possible his gauges for sincerity aren't properly calibrated. ]

Well, if it gets to be a concern, let me know if I can help. [ crooked smile ] We're crewmates, so if it makes you feel better to think of it as self-preservation on my part rather than altruism, go for it.

[ HOW LITTLE YOU KNOW, JASON. ]

[respired]

[It's a surprisingly kind offer--Jason's initial attitude not even withstanding. Still, Koltira shakes his head, 'no'.]

Pay it no mind, nor me.

[Ache flowers in the back of his head, reaching quickly down his spine, over his arms. He clears his throat.]

I should--check on something.


[Smooth.]