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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[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.]