Voice

[pocketfulofsouls]

[ There's a voice full of gravel and smoke (fire and brimstone) crackling over the airwaves the 'evening' of the jump. ]

Welcome, welcome, boys and girls, to the Good Ship Lollipop.

I assume you've all had a bit of time to wipe that placenta off of your faces from what we call the gravpouches and settle in. And some of you more clever lot may have even had time to read over the welcome message procured by one of your fellow travelers.

But if you haven't, here's the skinny: you're in space. That's right - drifting in a frigate in a galaxy far, far away. No, we don't know how you got here. No, we don't know why, exactly, you're here. Have some dignity and do stop asking us for information on it - it gets extremely tiresome after about the second broadcast.

Do have a sniff around for that information. You may find a lot of those burning questions are answered there.

I'm here, though, to tell you about some things you haven't quite thought of yet.

First off, on the issue of leadership - the official text answer is that you talk to Ward and Resnik. They're driving. However, ask anyone who's been here for a month without their fingers in their ears and you'll hear that this show is run by Captain James Tiberius Kirk - yes, that Kirk, for all you Trekkies. Try not to wet yourselves.

Secondly! If you are human - congratulations! You are the 99%. If you're not, and you have a diet that consists of flesh, blood, or human misery, you might just want to keep that to yourselves. Or talk to Kirk or those boys in the medbay; word on the air is that they're running some sort of soup kitchen.

Finally, for those of you who are wondering about what's on the itinerary for your forced vacation, let me give you a summation of what our delightful host has prepared for us in the past few months. There's been: halls that do a great impression of Endless Youtube, skeletons in the hallway, strange sigils on the wall, hostile alien take-overs, and, just this last month, demon infestation!

Do you feel as if you're being watched? Well, you are, if anything our red-fonted, smiley friend with no traceable source is any sort of authority. I think some people have postulated that the ship itself is alive and, in fact, responsible for bringing us here. It must have gotten bored of its old crew, but after seeing a few of you sorry sods in the locker room this morning, I'm going to have to question its taste a bit.

Well, I think that's about it. If you've got any interesting questions, I might just answer them.

I'm sure a few of you are about to be very cross with me for spilling the beans, and here's my rebuttal: Shame on you. These people deserve to know the truth of what they're in for, especially if they're smart enough to have stuck with me this far.

You've reached the other side of the looking glass, my dears. The sooner you realize you're in for one hell of a ride, the better off you'll be.

Kisses.

Comments

[pocketfulofsouls]

[ Nothing's black and white, and the line between right and wrong is so easy to smudge when the correct circumstances are applied. Just ask the angel, Jaye. Crowley's more likely to tell you the truth, though.

To the comment, there's that curl of a smile, a sly wink. ]

Get to know me; you'll find they often do.

[tumbleweeds]

[ Jaye's a firm believer in the fact that the ends often justify the means. She'll kill for her people, whether that's wrong, whether they've done something that's wrong, or not.

She has to laugh, grinning with all her teeth -- just human teeth, for the moment. ]

I guess the real question is whether or not you follow through.

[pocketfulofsouls]

[ He leans back again, but dares a thumb across her knuckles, brows hiking over a smirk. ]

A conundrum, to be sure.

[ The gravel in his voice is now the thickest smoke. ]

[tumbleweeds]

[ There are faint scars across her knuckles, if he feels closely enough. Eleven years of punching and fighting, and if it weren't for Coyote she'd probably have several crooked bones thanks to her refusal to go to the doctor. ]

But one of the more fun ones.

[ Her head tilts slightly, long blonde hair sliding to the back and exposing her neck. ]

Possibly.

[pocketfulofsouls]

[ Broken knuckles are easier to discover. His nail itches curiously at one of these scars. ]

Possibly.

[ He does grin, just a quick flash of teeth. ]

I'd expect demons come with a reputation. Perhaps the mystery is more thrilling than the answer.

[tumbleweeds]

[ They're faint with age now, but still there. Jaye hums slightly, letting him feel -- she's not shy about her body, whether it's her shifting or her scars or anything else. ]

That depends on the demon. A demon of sloth is not high on the reputation scale. [ Another hum. ] Besides, who says there only has to be one answer?

Unless creativity's an issue.

[pocketfulofsouls]

And so the questions keep piling up.

[tumbleweeds]

Right now, I'm more interested in this answer.

[pocketfulofsouls]

I think I told you I'm not in the habit of giving out information for free.

[tumbleweeds]

I think it would be pretty mutually beneficial.

[pocketfulofsouls]

You think so?

[tumbleweeds]

Absolutely.

[pocketfulofsouls]

Well, you've been so indulgent with demonstrations thus far.

[ He lets her hand go, leaning back and looking down his nose appraisingly. ]

[tumbleweeds]

[ Her now-released hand runs through her hair before she shrugs again. ]

The jumpsuit's not very flattering. Some jeans would have gone much better than your golden fiddle.

[ Jaye can tease, if she has a mind to. She doesn't, at the moment, too intrigued by the possibilities, and her hand goes to her zipper.

... In the cargo bay. Classy, you two. Especially you, Jaye. ]

[pocketfulofsouls]

Who knows - perhaps I'm actually a Gap demon.

[ From the look of him, settled back on his hands and head slightly cocked, he's willing to watch another show, at the very least. All the world's a stage. ]