Voice;

[pocketfulofsouls]

It's been a rather interesting time on the ark, hasn't it?

People getting circulated through the halls like mice enduring the wheel, hostile take-overs by blue bobble-headed bastards, and now demons. My my. What will they think of next?

No, really, what is our host with the most up to?

I'm sure our fearless leaders are scratching their brains trying to come up with a solution for this conundrum, and our techdarlings are digging away day and night. Some have even offered souls up to the so-called angel in hopes of getting some illusion of security; I really do hope those investors are enjoying their purchase of contentment until the next jump.

Before anyone asks, though: no, this is not another cry for answers or an offer for a solution. I'm not much of one for repetition.

Actually, I'm taking bets for after the jump. Anyone interested? Currency here comes in many forms, so let's not dig to deep in our pockets to consider if that ball of lint was once something like a coin. Those toffees you've been pinching from the kitchen will do. Maybe.


[ Voice; Private 100% ]

How's he prospecting going, darling? I hope you've gotten at least a few answers to show from it.

[ You didn't really think he wasn't watching you, Yoite, did you? You're his favorite person right now! What with all of his demons gone and -- actually, he's rather pissed. But it's not like you had anything else to do, really. ]

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voice;

[onsilksheets]

I wonder what kind of replies you'll get.

voice;

[pocketfulofsouls]

Interesting ones, I hope. Though I can't exactly count on the creativity of this ship - so far I've been a bit disappointed.

voice;

[onsilksheets]

Some people on board this ship aren't too bad. I have to give them a little credit for keeping my interest.

voice;

[pocketfulofsouls]

That's your interest, so how much is that supposed say to me?

voice;

[onsilksheets]

I really don't know. You can take what you want from it.

voice;

[pocketfulofsouls]

[ There's a sigh somewhere away from the mic. ]

Care to postulate?

voice;

[onsilksheets]

[Apparently she's just out to aggravate today.]

Not sure why I should really.

voice;

[jilt]

I'm not much of a gambler I'm afraid.

voice;

[pocketfulofsouls]

And why not? It's fun.

voice;

[jilt]

I prefer a sure thing.

voice;

[pocketfulofsouls]

Well, you picked the wrong boat, didn't you, ducky?

voice;

[jilt]

Oh, I'm sure I didn't pick the boat at all. But I must make do with it.

voice;

[pocketfulofsouls]

You don't even have a guess?

voice;

[jilt]

I do, but I think perhaps I should keep it to myself.

voice; same filter

[maleit]

[ Shit. It's not like he wouldn't expect Crowley to have been keeping tabs on him. Just maybe not reading into all of his conversations. Stupid, really, then. To do it on the network. ]

[ Yoite doesn't answer his question, though the frown is evident in his voice. ]

Your friends are all gone.

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[pocketfulofsouls]

[ Ouch, Yoite. Hit him where it hurts. Because that's a wonderful idea. ]

Yes, I suppose they are. Interesting, how they were tidied up right in time for the jump.

[ Ship, you are a real bitch, and if he hadn't disliked this place before, he's feeling rather vicious about it now. ]

But I've still got you, don't I?

[ There's a grin implied in his voice, full of teeth and none-too-kind. He's still got you, Yoite, and fingers wrapped firmly around your collar. Keep talking trash. ]

And I suppose that's better than nothing.

You know, you're very lucky that angels are stupid. Those were some very informed questions to ask, for a civilian.

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[maleit]

[ Yoite goes quiet for a minute, contemplative. He's not worried; he's just carefully analyzing what it was he DID say, and if it was anything incriminating. ]

I didn't ask him anything of consequence. If I'm going to have a deal with a demon, I may as well know all aspects of what I'm dealing with. It's business.

[ I've still got you. It takes everything in his power to keep from shuddering right out at the fact. Crowley reminds him of uglier times, most of which are shrouded in black and he doesn't quite remember. Post traumatic stress disorder, Ms. Amatatsu calls it. He calls it a blessing. ] You have me, but whether you intend to do anything with me is the real question.

[pocketfulofsouls]

Well, if he finds out you've dealt with me, I imagine you'll be seeing a lot of his aspects. Just some business advice.

[ Idiot is implied in the sardonic tone. Ugly times are what Crowley has right now, and doesn't misery love company? ]

Oh, I'm sorry. Are you getting bored? Is that it?

[ It sounds like a threat. It is. ]

[maleit]

Um.

[ He recognizes a threat when he hears it - just as he recognizes a rhetorical question and goes tight-lipped at once, furrowing his eyebrows at Crowley and not quite to answering yet. ]

[ This isn't like Hattori. He doesn't know what cards the man - thing? Demon? - is holding or how he wants to play any of them. And he is being unnecessarily subversive. His voice goes a bit meeker, more careful in its approach to the situation. ]

He said he's an angel. What does that mean for you or me?

[megamind]

Bobble-head is as overused as 'smurf'. At least try to be original, would you?

[pocketfulofsouls]

A classic never dies.

[megamind]

Never dies? Please, that was a stillbirth as witticisms go. Died before ever leaving your mouth.

[pocketfulofsouls]

Excuse me, but didn't I hear that your idea of creativity is deathrays and nefarious robots?

[megamind]

Creatively applied death rays and robots, of course. Nobody is every able to resist the awesome of my death rays and robots!

[pocketfulofsouls]

Really now, no one? How long were you sitting in the brig, again? And wallowing in the medbay before that?

Seems to me your definition of 'awesome' could use more work than that tin can swarm you scraped together.