DO NOT ADJUST YOUR COMMS. WE NOW CONTROL THE AIRWAVES.

[megamind]

[There is a blue man in dramatic lighting. Bedecked as befits a comic book villain. A heavy mantle defines his shoulders, spikes all across it, an arching collar framing his slender neck and large head. A body suit, where the start of his trademark blue lightning bolt starts it's path down across his body.]

[He sits somewhere, in what appears to be some sort of strange mess of wires, panels and montors, all ablink with light and readings.]

CAPTIVES OF THE TRANQUILITY.

I an Megamind, and-- I am now in control of the ship.

[A gesture, and the power flickers for a moment.]

You have thirty minutes to surrender, or I will handle any further insurrection with harm to my hostages, Dr. Jane Foster and Miss Roxanen Ritchi. Where are they, you've been wondering. Hard at work? Lost to the warp?

No, no no. They've been in my tender care. [Obligatory, rolling villainous chuckle; confident in his smugness.] All this time.

You are to head straight to the med bay and engage your grav couches. Any resistance will be met with force. I have measures in place to protect myself -- do not test my patience, captives!

I am doing you all a favor. I'm not pretending to be your friend while assembling a team of close operatives to insinuate into key positions like the good Captain Kirk is while suggesting that we let someone feed on you, nor am I silent like Ward and Resnik in the depths of the ship. I'm giving you what the captain must: Someone to hate, while he does something no one else would:

Act!

No, go to the med bay! It's the only clear path you'll have. Any other places will be met with resistance... And I don't want to have to start destroying important facilities to cow you into submission, either.

But I will.

[He rises, flourishes.]

Thirty minutes. Grav couches. Don't squander it.

Comments

text;

[saidhe]

it's only a small mutiny.

[ see, kids, that's called distraction, because it's the latter portion of that remark that catches him entirely off guard. there's not much that can send sherlock holmes reeling. blunt, he can deal with - there are more whores about london than he can count on all his fingers and toes, and just within a block or two. but not from aberdeen, okay. ]

the initial proposition
it wasn't exactly detailed within
i mean that's not to say it's entirely out of the

to be announced.

text;

[wiretap]

that implies we need an excuse.
beyond the obvious.

[ This may or may not be her version of flirting, Sherlock. Which, coming from her, is subtle. ]

use your big words.
you have plenty.
be explicit.

[ I double dog dare you. ]

text;

[saidhe]

in the increasingly miniscule chance that the ship's about to come to an end, it would certainly add to the flair for the dramatic.

[ Yeah. YEAH. That dare is implied. And flustered as he is, he's mustering up all he's got. He's dealt with Irene Adler. He can deal with Aberdeen. ]

[ Right? Right. ]

a sexual relationship [ CONFUSING ] optional and open for discussion.
depending on how dinner goes.

i won't discuss it over the network. i'm hardly so crass. but i'll see you soon.

text;

[wiretap]

i am that crass.

still:
noted.

text;

[saidhe]

i suppose i am as well.

but not in front of mutineers. one must have some limits.