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

[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.