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~ ]

Comments

video

[bottlearum]

[Jack feels for you, Kitten. He didn't understand any of this either. All he knows how to do is Video, and he only accomplished that by pushing random buttons until something happened.]

It gets easier the more you do it, luv.

[video]

[saint_kitten]

[ If it isn't that charming man from the kitchen! ]

I suppose if you could figure it out, it wouldn't take me too long.

[ And have the sweetest smile in existence for that swipe, dearest. ]

[video]

[bottlearum]

[Jack gives a laugh.]

I've no idea how t'work this thing, luv. This is all I've managed t'learn.

You were smart, you were. Gettin' someone t'teach you.

[video]

[saint_kitten]

Well. Once I figure out how everything works in this curious little device I'll be certain to let you know, hnn?

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?

[audio]

[alwaysagit]

Here's a thought—why don't the two of you figure out that convenient little privacy feature and just babble amongst yourselves, sparing the rest of us any future imbecilic chattering.

[video]

[saint_kitten]

Well now, darling, that would defeat the purpose of asking a question to the network.

[ Why so grumpy, Snape? ]

[audio]

[alwaysagit]

Yes, because whether or not everyone can see you is such a pressing matter, after all.

[This is how he rolls, natch.]

[audio]

[saint_kitten]

Of course it is. Dearest me, are you implying my question wasn't pressing? [ And here she has a hand to her chest, mock-shock and batting her eyes in a rather melodramatic fashion. ]

Well I never. Maybe if something cheered you up you'd be a little happier about trying to work these confounded machines.

[video]

[profligates]

It could be worse, darling. Much, much worse.

And Heather, love, stop advertising the booze. We're going to run out this way.

[video]

[sweetmotherofgod]

How dare you.

[ she's sort of pantomiming here, and not doing a very good job of it, as she can't stop smiling. ]

Everybody on the ship is entitled to booze! I hereby officially strip you of your position as my favorite Captain. I'm doing my own mutiny.

[video]

[profligates]

{A gasp! Because, no, how could she!?]

How dare you! [He can totally do this with a straight face.]

Stripped of my position, and you're doing your own mutiny? But what about our coffee heaven plans!?

[video]

[saint_kitten]

[ Well hello, Balthier. Hello indeed. ]

I'm afraid the ship is now going to Saint Kitten and Captain Mason, and all coffee heaven plans will be instead replaced with tea nirvana.

[forging]

I understand technology isn't everyone's strong suit but if you need help getting something sorted then I'd be more than happy to oblige ---------

[ He'll actually pay attention to the video now. ]


...


Fischer?

video | encryption | 85%

[constructum]

[ well she was obviously thinking the same thing he was. glad she wasn't the first one to say it this time. so she quickly is patching into his device, hopefully using the proper encryption that arthur (that was here before) had taught her.

nervously asking: ] You don't think -- you don't think it's him, do you?

ENCRYPTED AS BEST AS HE CAN. VIDEO

[forging]

Well, Ariadne. I've had ample time to observe Fischer's movements. Equally as I did with Browning's; this desire has never resurfaced both consciously or subconsciously. Not that it's a bad thing - just a surprise.

[ Strokes his chin quickly before running a hand to push back his hair. ]

Considering, you, Arthur and I have had a nice tour of his mind and that gave no indication to this. We have to consider the possibility that the idea which we planted wasn't the only one that stuck.

[sweetmotherofgod]

[ have Heather elbowing Kitten (in a gentle and ladylike manner, of course) in the ribs. ]

Yes. I'm Fischer. She's Fischer. We're both Fischer and you should definitely come and investigate that claim right away.

Your pants? Are not invited.

so not here

[constructum]

[ OMG heather, really? ]

[forging]

[ Uh, okay. Forward. Wow. He'll grin. ]

Now see with those American dulcets can't tell which pants you're referencing, darling. But I'll list it down as a preference.

[ Playing it on edge a bit. ]

And quite the attractive Fischer you make.

text; NO FACE FOR YOU

[constructum]

Hello new face. :) Welcome. See you and Heather know each other.

Everything working out okay so far?

[ omg you seriously can't be fischer, can you? ]

[ video ]

[saint_kitten]

Dear sir unseen, do forgive my rudeness for not replying to text but I'm afraid the buttons are so tiny and while my fingers are as elegant and delicate as any other's, it's still rather confusing and I'm much more interested in this.

[ She isn't even drunk yet, but she does hold the bottle up. ]

Heather--what does colon close bracket stand for?/

[ video ]

[sweetmotherofgod]

What does what now?

[ she peers over Kitten's shoulder for explanation ]

Oh! That's a smiley face. And... Ariadne, she's not a sir.

[ or much of the smiley face type, from what Heather can tell, which probably shows in her voice ]