01 | video | in which kitten has a question and heather shares information with the newcomers.

[saint_kitten]

[ The feed clicks on--Tranquility is graced with the very confused blue eyes of one Kitten, Heather Mason in the background looking bemused. ] --and now everyone can see me? [ If her face is anything to go by, she's certainly apprehensive about the whole thing. ]


and hear you. You, uh - you don't need to hold that down, by the way. Just press it again when you're done.


Well pardon me for being from the seventies, darling. Now, I--Oh, can they hear me, too?


[cue giggles.]Can they hear you sassing me? Yes. Give 'em hell.


[ Kitten shoots Heather a look, though if the small smile is anything to go by it's a playful glare. She shakes her head and then returns her attention to the device: ] Now: it has recently come to my attention due to forced kidnapping that a lot of us are on this big old ship in space that's headed for somewhere that's certainly not Earth. As amusing as that is in a science-fiction programme sort of way, I'd like to inquire as to what happens while we're away. I have things to do and places to go, and It would be absolutely dreadful if my official excuse for missing out on life was 'alien abduction.' Dreadful, just dreadful. [ A quick glance over at the other girl: ] I think that's that... Did you want to say anything, dear?


Volunteer to be the act that follows saint Kitten? I don't think so. Oh, except - [she leans forward and offers a wave] Hey, newbies. Welcome aboard. Just so you know: there's booze.


[ To illustrate the point, Kitten holds up a bottle, modeling it for the screen. She lowers it, and then: ] So I turn it off by pressing...What?


[a hand looms in the foreground. Some of you may be questioning whether this is the right person to be giving instructions.] That one right there, same as turning it on. easy, right?


I don't think it-- [ But the feed clicks off. Not bad, for a first attempt, but Kitten's probably going to stick with audio. ]





[OOC:This colour is Kitten and this is Heather! Feel free to reply to either~ ]

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voice

[handelaar]

[His face is a hot mess, he's going with voice for now. Plus he might be in the kitchens, might not, what is continuity.]

Where the hell is everyone finding booze?

[He wants some.]

[video]

[saint_kitten]

Well, it's--

[ Kitten moves off-screen, though not totally: there's a hand to her ear and some whispering and she bites back a laugh. ] So this is the one? Alrigh--Oh, I'm still on this, aren't I? Okay:

You'll find it if you look in the kitchen.

[voice]

[handelaar]

[...what. He heard that.]

The one what.

[video]

[saint_kitten]

Hnnn? The one what, darling?

[voice]

[handelaar]

[Sigh.]

Nevermind. [He pauses to rub his temples, fuck this headache.] Anything strong there? You don't seem very drunk.

[lurkin' out of frame]

[sweetmotherofgod]

Kitten. Oh my God.

[voice]

[handelaar]

I can hear ya, y'know.

[He's tempted to listen in, but that seems unfair if they're drunk. What is more fair is prying information from drunk people. Obviously.]

[video]

[saint_kitten]

[ Kitten may or may not be laughing at something heather whispered again. ]

I regret to inform you that this slumber part is ladies' only, but yes, there are strong things here. Heather can't seem to handle her alcohol very well.

[lurkin' like a lurker]

[sweetmotherofgod]

[this is the sound of someone trying not to be heard laughing and failing hugely]

Strong thi- oh my god stop it!

[to video] are we keeping this order up y/n/m/don't care/?

[handelaar]

[Sadly this isn't the first time he's been butthurt about not being invited to a free boozefest slumber party, and he changes to video so he can pout at Kitten. That, and he figures he can show his face now. ...Heather, you drunk.

And maybe Kitten will know how to make it look like he HASN'T been punched in the jaw repeatedly. She just, er. Seems the type.]

Good. I need somethin' strong.

permavideo / Y!

[saint_kitten]

...Oh my, you look like you've just had the IRA after you.

[lurking no more!]

[sweetmotherofgod]

[fat chance, dude, she's not that drunk. She's just been starved for girl time.]

What about the IR- holy fuck!

[As Heather is leaning over Kitten's shoulder, that goes right in her ear. Heather does at least have the presence of mind to mouth a "sorry" and move. A little.]

What happened? What happened to your face? Who did that?

[oh, the outrage!]

[handelaar]

[Well.



Damn.]

Nothin' much. A fight.

[Yes, because that will get them both off of his case.]

[saint_kitten]

A fight? We've barely been on this ship and you've gone and made a mess of things. [ Yes, Kitten really is tsk'ing you and shaking her head. ]

Unfortunately, now that my ear drum has been shattered into tiny little pieces thanks to the beautiful woman next to me, I don't know if I have the heart to go to tend to you.

Heather, though, should definitely go.

[sweetmotherofgod]

[ Heather's voice is probably a little muffled, because her face is in her hands. ]

I am going to kill you and hide all your makeup.

[handelaar]

[So this is his judge-y bitchface.]

I don't need t'be tended to.

[saint_kitten]

Nonsense, darling. In fact I believe Heather has just volunteered to help you out, isn't that right?

[ Go on, Heather. Say no to Kitten. She's daring you to. ]

[sweetmotherofgod]

I...

I volunteer to get myself another drink.

a big one...

[saint_kitten]

While you're at it, pour one for our dear friend and bring it to him. Lord knows he needs one.

[handelaar]

[Whoa. Everything they're saying is falling on deaf ears. Now some of that might be Heather's fault, but either Kitten is just that difficult, or:]

You're not a schoolteacher, are ya.

[Teachers are sort of like this in books, he's wondering if Kitten's a teacher. Needless to say... he's never been to school.]

[saint_kitten]

[ ...What. ]

What does that have to do with anything?

[sweetmotherofgod]

Think he's saying you're bossy. You are. Bossy and... evil.

[ and also kind of the most fabulous creature Heather's ever seen, which is the only reason she's going to even consider heaving a sigh, fighting her blush, and asking the communicator in a mumble: ]

d'yawannadrink?

[handelaar]

[Attempt at casual conversion: 1 Netherlands: 0]

Uh. Yeah.

[He'll go back to short, practical conversation now. It answers both questions.]

[saint_kitten]

[ Kitten has a look at the boy, and then over at Heather, and her brow arches. ]

Well go on, then. I need to get my beauty sleep anyway, darling.

[ She's smiling, though, putting the rest of the bottle in Heather's hands hands and shoves her towards the door. ]

Go, go, go, and I do not expect you back, young missy, so go and do absolutely everything I would.