Poor Unfortunate Souls | Video

[pocketfulofsouls]

[ The camera of the communicator is directed at what appears to be an office, one large desk settled in a modest space. Those familiar with the ship may realize this is just off of the medbay, one of the offices dedicated to more psychiatric help. There are definite hints of chairs in the background, but the focus is upon the desk, the corner of which accommodates a middle-aged man with dark hair and equally dark eyes. He’s donned in a tailored two-piece suit number, black on black with a slice of a blue, silk tie. His legs are crossed neatly over one another and his hands lace a fist over his uppermost knee.

Just behind him, a little off to the side, is a younger blonde-haired woman with blue eyes and a hint of freckles. Her hair is pulled up tightly in a bun, and she’s dressed in a white shirt that is tasteful, silk with a delicate ruffling at the collar, but with a neckline that plunges precariously down toward her oh-so ample bosom. The black underbust cincher accentuates this to an almost pornographic effect, straining the buttons that are are trying to keep the cloth of her blouse together. Her skirt is black and tight on her hips, knee-length, but graciously provides her some movement with a small slit up the right side. She also has a pair of long, dangling gold and turquoise earrings and a silver ring on the middle finger of her left hand.

If anyone’s getting one of those lawyer commercial vibes, they’re right on the money. ]


Good evening, Tranquility and, for all you newcomers out there, welcome aboard. As you’ve no doubt gathered, this is not the Pacific Princess, nor are we borne for any island which Gilligan might approve. We’re not even quite in a sea, for that matter; more of an abyss, if anything deserves to be called as much. Drifting along our merry way... with the occasional jump into more nothing. One small step for man, one giant leap for...

[ There’s a bit of a curl of the man’s mouth, but it fades off to a jump of brows. ]

Well, anyway. I’m getting a bit off-topic here.

The name’s Crowley. I’ve been here for, oh, going on four months now. This here is Jaye, my assistant.

[ Crowley reaches to place a hand upon Jaye’s back, a seemingly companionable gesture. ]

[ There’s a small eyeroll at the word ‘assistant’, but then Jaye grins and winks at the camera. ]

[ Crowley slips a thumb beneath her bra-strap, applying a small, playful snap that may be heard by the most keen of observers. His face, however, remains the same as he speaks to the camera and removes his hand, carrying on without a hitch. ]

[ Likewise, Jaye doesn’t jump at the snap, although she does bite her lip. Considering what she’s wearing, it doesn’t seem to be a gesture of pain so much as Jaye trying not to make a noise. In reality, it’s just Jaye playing it up a little bit. ]

Before I was unceremoniously lassoed here, I was a bit of a problem-solver. I’ve consulted a good many people from many walks of life and, if I may be so bold, I think I was rather good at it.

Things are different here - I think that much is a given. I’m not saying I’ve got any fix for our little predicament or any of the other bigger problems, but I still think small things, such as what to do with your new life in a space tankard and whether or not you should, in fact, say ‘yes’ to the dress, are well within my grasp.

So if you’d like an experienced opinion on an issue you’ve been rolling around, why don’t you come and see Jaye and I? We’re located in the offices just behind the medbay or, for you newbies, that place you got spat up in at the start. I’d prefer to see you in person, but I’ll take a few consultations over the communicator to start, for all you shy individuals.

That’s about it. But before I go, let me add a disclaimer: I am not a professional therapist, nor am I offering to sit and coddle you through your various woes. I’m offering practical advice and solutions. So if you want to wax poetic about your experiences as a child, you want Doctor Troi. If you’re bleeding from any orifices you shouldn’t, you want to see the medbay boys and girls.

With that, I’ll leave the floor open for questions, skepticism, paranoia, and witticisms.

Say good-bye, Jaye.

[ One of Jaye’s hands is lifted, sliding up along her blouse before it ends up in a lazy wave -- one that lifts the fabric of the shirt slightly. ]

Come and see us. You won’t be disappointed; he’s good. [ There’s a purr in her voice, one that only seems to grow on the last word. Her raised hand fiddles with one of the buttons on her top before it returns to her side. ] Until then, Tranquility.


[[ OOC: Answers can be given by either Jaye or Crowley? Just say if you want one or the other, otherwise we assume you’re open to both. ]]

Comments

not here

[amethysts]

[Libby watches.

It's the bra snap that does it for her. That's just--disrespectful. Libby loathes disrespects.

She says nothing. But she watches. She hacks all she can. This is a thing that has her attention. That needs watching. In a way, it's a sign of respect that she cares enough to look.]

not here

[pocketfulofsouls]

[ Naughty naughty, Libby. Depending on where conversation heads, you might find your communicator temporarily fried. And just remember: when you meddle in something you're not meant to, you're bound to get some eyes looking right back at you. ]

not here

[tumbleweeds]

[ If it helps at all, Libby, if it were anyone else and she didn't like the bra snapping, Jaye would've broken their hand. As it is, it's Crowley. If she minds, she's more subtle about showing it -- and right now, Jaye doesn't mind. Knows he can do a lot worse, knows he knows exactly what he can do, too.

But for now, it's a profitable arrangement. ]

video;

[upstairsbrain]

Crowley. [ Wow, good thing he was warned that the king of the crossroads was hanging out on the same spaceship. Good communication skills, team. In any case, here's a half badly surprised, half indignant moose. ]

Are you serious?

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[tumbleweeds]

[ Wow. That sure is a pair of sideburns. ]

I'm here too, sweetheart.

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[pocketfulofsouls]

Sam.

[ Crowley doesn't look surprised. He's seen you around, big boy. Been keeping a good eye on all three of you Winchesters.

There's a bright smile that's not nearly innocent and, really, isn't trying to be. ]

We've all got our talents, don't we? And I've really had enough of the ship's top shelf.

video;

[heltersskelter]

[he laughs.]

Does this come with a lifetime subscription to Viagra?

[nice tits Jaye.]

video;

[pocketfulofsouls]

Why? Are you having problems... down there?

[ You poor thing. ]

video;

[tumbleweeds]

[ thanks Tate, she likes them. ]

If you need Viagra after watching me on-screen, I don't know that anything can help you.

[ wow Jaye way to make this sound way more pornographic than it is ]

[leaps]

[ alkgsjalkjdlkgajfdkajglkjalkfda what. ]

He snapped your bra.

[pocketfulofsouls]

Did not!

[ Lies and slander. ]

[tumbleweeds]

[ Suluuu. Her favorite pilot.

Who she's now pouting at. ]

Is that what you're going to say? I don't always clean up like this, you know.

[omigosh]

[she just payed attention to the bra snap, ngl.]

Woah, dude.

That's rude.

[tumbleweeds]

[ Another kid, another one about the same age as her brother was when she last saw him. Fuck. Her sisterly streak is going to get her killed. ]

Don't worry. If it actually hurt, he would've been on the ground holding his balls. [ He wouldn't have, actually -- Crowley can take her and she knows it -- but that's not the point. ]

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

[Edgeworth scowls; his voice is acid.]

Convincing.

permavideo

[tumbleweeds]

This isn't better than fighting?

[ Innocentfais. ]

[voice]

[doggedly]

Can I ask a question first? Was I watching an advert for a sex club, or for some head-shrinker? Not that I protest, I'm only wondering.

permavideo

[tumbleweeds]

[ Oh hello Sirius. ]

Would you like to watch it again and double-check? [ c: ]

text;

[puppydogeyes]

What the fuck.

video;

[pocketfulofsouls]

I thought it was pretty well concise.

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[slayer_not_player]

[ Tillman isn't going to comment at first, but then... the way that Jaye is just standing there, being used as a prop... It sets him on edge. Maybe he's just being over-sensitive from his own experience as a puppet, but after the Heather-demon incident, he isn't going to let it go without a bit of investigating.]

Sure you don't want that jacket now? [Subtle as a rock.]

video; baw tillman you big hero JAYE IS SO CONFUSED BY ALL YOU PEOPLE

[tumbleweeds]

[ Everyone's fucking worried. For her. It doesn't make any goddamn sense and there's a moment where the confusion might be apparent, a slight furrow in her brows and a press of her lips, but then it fades as she shrugs. ]

Nah, I'm good. Thanks though.

visual | FOR BOTH hi gadget :> but he's addressing crowley

[became]

...Out of curiosity, ever gone by Hagen?

[ he's pretty sure he put that face in jail, js. ]

HI HELLO

[tumbleweeds]

Well I definitely haven't. [ But she's sure he's not asking her anyway. Don't mind her adjusting those buttons a bit, either. ]

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[bythyignorance]

Crowley.

[Have some utter distaste there. Like your demon spawn name tastes like frickin pepto or something.]

video; filtered 100% - will slap Libby out SRRY BB

[pocketfulofsouls]

[ Good thing he's already caught the feel of a new feathered friend on board. That was some showy entrance you made earlier, Anna. ]

Hullo, Angel.

[ Have a curl of a smile, like it's no big deal. ]

I suppose you're the replacement by the Powers That Be.

text; either or both! /latest :c

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Why does a man care?

video

[pocketfulofsouls]

Does it matter?

not here. yet (?)

[logicals]

<sub>[ Your flagrant sexual harassment neither bothers Sherlock nor does it offer so much as a twitch - no, he's somewhat desensitised from sex - blame that island. It's not exactly his fault. Still, he's watching this with a vague sort of intrigue... the sort of intrigue one has when he's stalking every available post on the network, trawling for any extra information.

He's sure he's bound to find something. ]</sub>

not here either.

[pocketfulofsouls]

[ Well, good. Not that he cares, but people are getting way too frothy about it and it was only funny the first few times. Don't be boring, Sherlock Holmes. Every one of you he's met has shown a little promise.

Trawl away. He's good at hiding what needs to stay hidden.

You also might notice, Sherlock, he's one on the 'list'. Congrats - you're the first of your three that should know his name, if you've paid attention. ]

[ video ]

[hostage]

[Jesse doesn't get it.]

So, wait, you're just like... talking to people? For nothing?

[ video ]

[pocketfulofsouls]

Not a lot of people have anything to give, I'm afraid. I think collecting the crowns off teeth would just scream 'desperate', don't you?

[counselling]

[ Counsellor, thank you ]

Do you mind if I ask your 'solutions'?

[pocketfulofsouls]

I should like to think you of all people, Miss Troi, would be aware that a solution depends on the problem.