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WHO Chris Halliwell
BROADCAST Accidental Fleet-wide video (thanks Atroma!!)
ACTION SS Huntress.
WHEN May 10th. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.
WARNINGS don't play fetch with the soulball

[ The video is abrupt, the angle awkward. It cuts on to a comm laying on what appears to be a dining table in a fully upgraded kitchen. Chris is standing off-center, facing someone who is holding what appears to be a lightly-glowing orb in his hands.

This appears to be a very controversial thing, holding a glowy ball. ]

They gave you grandad?! It's a casino! Where the hell did they even get that?

Actually, where the hell do you even keep that now? Or... then. Back then? Whatever. How do you play slots to win your father's soul?

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From what we pieced together...it was a living castle that fed on people's emotions and souls.

... Oh, really?

Yes.

Despite the name, it wasn't a very nice place.

But hey, free room and board, right? What's a little soul-eating compared to that?

[He considers...]

Well, the food was better....

[ Scandal!! ]

How much better?

You could wish for any food you wanted, so long as it actually existed.

What, you mean no one could make up crazy new foods in the soul-eating, people-stealing magical castle?

Well you could certainly try! But you'd have to cook it yourself.

It would probably turn out better than makeshift brownies here. We don't even have stuff to make brownies, how stupid is that?

[He gives a little laugh]

We...have most of the fixings for brownies on the Blue Fish. Though we're missing the chocolate.

I mean, there's the chocolate protein stuff but it doesn't really mix in well.

[ His knows this for a fact. ]

Yeah. That stuff tastes like it was made by someone whose only heard of chocolate.

Better than nothing, but only barely.

[ He's shaking his head. ]

But... I do think we have some chocolate left over. Real chocolate.

Really?!

[a beat]

If you do, I'd be willing to trade a pack of cigarettes for it.

[ALLEN THIS IS NOT PRISON.]

Uh... I don't think any of us on this ship smoke.

...Damn.

[Worth a shot.]

[ He laughs a bit. ]

You could always owe us a favor if you want it that bad.

[He shakes his head]

No thank you, I don't like debts.

[and by "don't like", he mean he has a pathological fear of them]

[ Oookay. ]

Sure. You might be able to find some on these waystations, anyway.

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