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[feathery]

Who: Davesprite and Jade Harley and all y'all.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Chilling on the hospitality deck of the Marsiva (with one or both of them, at your preference).
When: Right here, right now.

Sup. [A generic greeting, from a voice a little monotonous and a little bored and probably owned by a teenage boy. That kind of affected carelessness has its tells.]

Has anyone seen a sword. It's sharp, and it's awesome, and it's a fuckin' sword. Which also kind of doesn't belong to me, so returning it asap would be cool, thanks. [There's a beat.] Oh, and if y'all could direct your attention out the nearest window, that would be ace.

[For anyone who actually does as asked, they will be treated to a variety of washed out orange watermarks of a teenage boy's face, somehow plastered against the abyss of space. The kid is wearing sunglasses and might have feathers? Weird. One of the watermarks is definitely giving the ships a thumbs up.]

Feel free to leave feedback on the quality of your experience here.

[And then, when Davesprite is finished talking, another voice pipes in. It belongs to a teenage girl, tone pleasant but distinctly baffled.] Also, hi! My name's Jade, and I am actually really surprised to be here, but I guess I shouldn't assume there's a limit on how many weird worlds one person can get dragged to, huh? I thought it'd be silly to broadcast my own message when Davesprite's standing right here and doing one, too, soooo...if anyone has heard of Asgard, that's where we just came from, and if not, then I guess we really look forward to getting to know all of you!

[For anyone on the hospitality deck of the Marsiva, they'll find one or both of the kids just hanging out. One tall, normal-looking blond kid, save for the sunglasses indoors and black crow wings sticking out of his back, and one normal-looking, buck-toothed girl in glasses, only she has white dog ears on her head.]

Comments

[justamobster]

Wouldn't doubt she was the one who offed 'em. Rather never find out, though, yeah?

[ Even if he's still stuck in space, at least he's no longer at Sacrosanct. He has no interest in going back, save maybe for rescuing the people stranded there.

Maybe. He's no hero. ]

They're callin' themselves Atroma. S'about all we know. Imagine it's a company of some sort, profitin' off the show.

[feathery]

Yeah, I guess it doesn't matter if she did or not, either. Not here, anyway. But Atroma, huh. [It has enough of a Greek vibe that he momentarily compares it to the final bosses of his friends' (and his own) quests. Hephaestus, Cetus, Typheus, Echidna. Sounds like it fits well enough with Hypatia's name, too, tbh.]

That's pretty vague; they could at least have some kind of description attached. Atroma Kidnapping Services or Atroma Space TV: Reality Edition.

[justamobster]

From what others've said, they ain't real keen on bein' on the level with us. They show up 'round once a week, blather 'bout watchin' us, then disappear. Don't tend to go answerin' any questions neither.

Buncha shady shit, but guess that's what you can expect from folks who run this kinda racket, yeah?

[feathery]

Yeah. Sweet. Should've known answers were too much to hope for.

[It's painfully deadpan, before it turns into a sigh.]

So we're a bunch of fish in an aquarium and they tap on the glass sometimes. Sounds like the premise for a scientific experiment. [...] Guess I already look the part.

[justamobster]

Thought you had wings, not gills.

[ Whether he's just dense or being purposefully obtuse is hard to tell. ] Experiment, though. Hopin' that ain't the case. Rather not go gettin' cut open or nothin'.

[ Science is a scary, scary thing that Ladon has mostly been exposed to through movies involving mad scientists and their abominations running rampant. ]

[feathery]

Might've sprouted some to match the feathers between the Medium and here. [He says it offhandedly.]

But I don't know. The brain probe doesn't bode well, if you ask me.

[If this were video, he'd start picking at the implant, but alas.]

[justamobster]

[ Ladon is pretty sure at least one of the little gray kids on the station had gills, so he's just not going to question that. ]

Yeah. So far no one's figured out how t'get those out. [ Ladon's aware that it's likely the only reason he can fly the Tourist or its shuttles, but the fact that it can be used as a tracking device is enough for him to throw the perks right out the window if he could get it removed. ]

[feathery]

Jade tried to spacey-power ours out, but no go.

[Davesprite is not really keen on having anything wired to his brain just because that's his brain, yo. Does he have to barricade it shut or what.]

Which is kind of fucked when she's cranked up on nigh omnipotence.