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[ Oh dear. That's rather a grumpy face on the other end of the feed. It's the face of a telepath with a pounding headache - not nearly as bad as he would have imagined, given the circumstances, but still rather bothersome, all the same. There is a great deal of exasperation in his voice as he speaks, as if he's a parent reprimanding an errant child that keeps making the same mistake over and over again. ]

I would like to state for the record that this "jumpsuit" is an absolute travesty. I have no intention of wearing it for extended periods of time- [ the bare shoulders visible in shot should be some indication of this ] -and God knows I am incredibly hopeful that in time it might be possible to find some alternative clothing that isn't nearly as criminal as this. I'm practically offended.

[ A brief pause, another faint wince as the headache throbs. ]

In any case, I suppose it was about time to make proper use of this little device. Good day, fellow captives, I hope you're all as delighted as I am by your existence upon this ship. My name is John Buchanan, but you may call me Oxford instead - it doesn't sound nearly quite as dull. [ He smiles, just a tad, and it's unclear why. Maybe at his little jab at his given name, maybe at something else. ]

Finally, a small request; if anyone has some ibuprofen, I'd be much obliged and indebted if they could perhaps share it before my skull cracks in half.

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I hope you're not planning on waltzing around in your underwear.

[ this is just a little wolf whistle. sup, oxford. ]

Clothes I can't help you on, but Advil I have.

I most certainly am if this- [ he points to something nearby, presumably the jumpsuit ] -is the only other option I have.

[ And somehow Oxford's headache already seems to be improving. Who'd have thought it. ]

You do? In that case, Miss Sommers, you and I are now even. [ He smiles, broadly and easily. ] I provide the alcohol, you provide the painkillers.

[ what can she say, they're some nice shoulders; jenna's gotta give credit where credit is due. ]

Jenna, please. I'm not old enough for last name lady status. [ jenna's grin in return is a little self-depreciating; she's the living cliche, deal with it. ] Sounds like a fair trade to me. That or a party.

And I certainly didn't mean to imply otherwise. [ The response is smooth and genuine, doesn't miss a beat. ] A party? This ship could do with a little fun, in my opinion, but at the same time the thought is making something in my head throb awfully.

Oooh, good save. I give it nine and a half out of ten stars. [ seriously, oxford. booze AND flirting? you're a bro and a half. ] Right now, any partying would be lowkey. Finals week Monday night collapse on the couch and drink party, not finals are over and there's a donkey in the yard party.

[ jenna may possibly be a party expert. ]

I try my best. [ He shrugs, grinning. ] I've hardly the licence to - very accidentally - suggest you are old when I barely remember the last party I had that involved a donkey in the garden. I've long since been deposited in the realm of "drinks parties", sadly.

[ Mind you most of them end with a fun night in the bedroom, so Oxford can't complain. Not really. ]

I was impressed. And ignore the Russian judge, he's just a hardass. [ jenna's grin goes wry, here. ] It's been a while since my last real party. About... oh, a year, four months and two days. Give or take.

[ being a parent-- even a surrogate one to teenagers-- kind of ends the whole kegger thing. ]

it's a uniform. they're meant to be practical, not pretty. don't get your panties in a wad

My sympathies. Perhaps in time we ought to sample both the former and the latter options for parties - we'll know we're doing it right if by some great fortune we happen across a donkey in the process.

Sounds like a deal, Oxford.

we've been brought onto a spaceship for no known reason and you're so worried about _style_ you're seriously going to walk around half naked

[ There's something terribly satisfying about being called by his codename - one that he prefers almost infinitely to his actual name - and it's more the reason behind Oxford's smile right now than anything else. ]

I consider it rather a success, being here for less than a day and already making plans. [ He tilts his head to one side, expression relaxing. ] It puts quite a lovely shine to an otherwise questionable situation.

What's wrong with John Buchanan? I think it has a ring to it.

[Eridan holds his hands up like he's just heard someone say something that he agrees with emphatically.]

Fuckin' finally, someone agrees wwith me about these fuckin' things!

so you'd rather freeze your cock off

See, that gets ten out of ten.

I've had much worse uniforms than this one. Though I suppose we can't stop you if you'd rather just be in your undergarments.

Is it really that awful? I mean, it's just a jumpsuit. At least it's not alive.

[Because that happened. The living clothes thing.]

Edited 2011-12-09 04:53 (UTC)

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