[ when the feed first comes on, it’s just of jo, sitting at a bar that should be recognizable to anyone who has ventured into the space bar at all in the last couple of months. jo seems fairly relaxed, sitting at one of the bar stools with one leg crossed over the other, her elbow leaning on the counter. she’s watching something off to her side for a brief moment before she turns back to the feed and smiles. ]
Guess this would be a good time to say welcome to the Tranquility
to all the newbies. It sucks, so get used to that. I’m Jo, and I help run the Space Bar. All the free alcohol you could ever want, thanks to the lockers.
[ Wichita’s been fussing with a few bottles behind the bar, back to the camera, mostly just rearranging them for no reason, like it matters what order they’re in or whatever. but maybe it does, because it’s not just Generic Shitty Space Booze anymore. like hey, check out the space bar, suddenly looking very legit. not that it’s all out in the open, no. they’re not dumb. her hands rest on her hips as she steps back to take a look, only vaguely aware that Jo’s been recording, but.. they did decide to make this little announcement, so. okay. she’ll turn around and give the comm a nod, even though she’s not sure that she’s even in the frame until she moves to stand next to Jo’s seat. her arms cross on the bar as she leans on it, shaking her bangs out of her face to give it a good looking-over, like she can see every single person that’s watching the feed right now.
] I’m Wichita, and basically if you ever have plans of getting drunk somewhere that isn’t all alone in some depressingly boring part of the ship, we’re your new best friends. And don’t listen to anybody that tells you the booze sucks and music sucks, it’s not that bad. The booze we get each jump isn’t high-end Earth stuff, and the music is just- reminiscent of a much happier, weirder time.
[ … YOOOO I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT blares from the speakers and she doesn’t even flinch.
And for those of you who don’t
know, last jump we took a little joyride over to a ship called the Cyllene
. Got out before the ship went murderous, thank god, and didn’t leave empty handed. [ the grin on jo’s face is more than just a little cocky. they made bank from their pirating, after all, and by bank she means all the new bottles plus some unopened boxes behind the bar. ]
This shit ain’t free, though. [ she turns it back around to face her and wichita, back to business. ]
We’re up for trades, favors, and manual labor of the shirtless-and-attractive variety.
[ Wichita snorts a laugh and nods
] Seconding the shirtless-and-attractive variety. Though if you want, you’re free to harass the current bartenders for shirtless-and-attractive service too.
[ a beat
] Not us, but the guys.
Oh- [ jo takes the communicator back, turning back to her. ]
And just to throw it out there, if anyone has any
REO Speedwagon- CDs or iPods or whatever
- I’ll do anything short of… [ she trails off, thinking, before shaking her head. ]
Actually, no, I’ll do just about anything for some Kevin Cronin. So if you have some- trade?
Crappy alcohol is all still free. As is the incredible service and a chance to not be totally antisocial. But ask for Jo or Wichita if you want any of the good stuff. And- [ jo’s eyes will suddenly get very dark and very intimidating. ]
if anyone even tries
to touch our loot, you’ll wish you didn’t.[ and then she just smiles, all threatening looks gone. ]
See y’all later, then. [ have a two-fingered salute, a peace sign from wichita, and then the feed ends. ]
[ ooc: it's pretty obvious, but just in case, wichita is in navy and jo's in black, and both are open to respond to this post!
we're also going to be putting up an open log for the space bar! ]