ataraxion | Voice;

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.

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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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I wonder what kind of replies you'll get.

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

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

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

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

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

And why not? It's fun.

[ 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.

I prefer a sure thing.

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

Care to postulate?

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

[ 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.

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

Not sure why I should really.

Because you're being exceptionally boring at the moment, and if you happened to say something useful, I might just be inclined to return the favor.

Oh, someone's a little tetchy, aren't they? [Bela is faintly amused.] I'm not normally so boring, I just don't know what kind of information you need. Or what could be useful to you.

Oh, it's not you, darling, I promise. [ Don't flatter yourself. ]

You could start with a name, I suppose.

A name? That I can tell you. [A lot of people here knew it already. ]

It's Bela. With one 'L' not two.

Bela. Not 'Swan', I should hope.

No. I've heard of those books though. Absolute trash. [A sigh.]

Seriously. It's the sort of success that almost seems bought.

[ Of course Hell had its fingers in that pie. Not his fingers, thankfully, but he'd been raising something special for that special day of a closed contract. Really, this ship has been so inconvenient toward his schedule. ]

But it's made a lot of people happy. I suppose there's some merit to that.

[ It's fed a lot of vampires, let him tell you. There was also a few incidents he'd heard through the grapevine. Vampires, demons, close enough. ]

That's neither here nor there, though. Tell me something interesting, Bela.

It's a wonder it was even allowed to be printed in the first place.

[Bela prefers much more quality fiction as opposed to that tripe. It gave literature a bad name, if you could even call it that in the first place.]

They should at least pick something decent to make them happy. Something to stimulate the mind.

[Perhaps she should stop before getting into a rant.]

I think that so called angel you mentioned might be the real deal. He seemed quite adamant; talking about Raphael and how he was trying to take over heaven.

Hmm. It wouldn't be the first time a harbinger's stood on a soapbox, you know. Y2K.

If I told you that Raphael likes to run around in women's underwear and a good suit, does that make me an angel too?

No. That just makes you sarcastic. [Bela deadpans.] Apparently he was going to perform a ritual to locate this Raphael.

You don't believe in the possibility of angels?

Ah well. [ Joke's on you, Bela, because that is the disturbing truth. ]

Because that's such a worthy cause for someone who can barely work the communicator.

[ He pauses, as if he's considering. ]

There's always a possibility. There were demons, after all.

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

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