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GAL FRIDAY:
THE CAPTAIN:
unless he likes you then it's more like
PIRATE JENNY GUABANCEX JENNY:
THE CAPTAIN:
unless he likes you then it's more like
[She paces a little, then sits down on the floor outside the bridge.]
Look, I just... wanna talk. No fighting, like last time. I promise. Unless you start something first. I just... had a question.
Look, I just... wanna talk. No fighting, like last time. I promise. Unless you start something first. I just... had a question.
[also sitting there like a half a foot away.
don't mind him he brought a book.]
don't mind him he brought a book.]
[He comes to the door of the bridge in a huff, still fuming about the game show incident. He cannot let it pass. He doesn't bother knocking, just launches right into his lecture.]
I know you like to hide in there, so I won't bother asking for your audience this time. But, let me make one thing very clear: you are NEVER to call me Number 6 EVER again. That is not my name. Here, on this ship, I am Peter Smith and you will respect that. Understood?
I know you like to hide in there, so I won't bother asking for your audience this time. But, let me make one thing very clear: you are NEVER to call me Number 6 EVER again. That is not my name. Here, on this ship, I am Peter Smith and you will respect that. Understood?
[from behind him] All I know is your True Name. You can hardly expect me to call you something else when you haven't told me otherwise.
[Oh look, an Undine at the customer service desk. Who could have seen this coming?]
[staying inside for now because what if The Bit requires it again??]
Who's there?
Who's there?
I can't imagine it'll be very interesting.
[and yet, here he is. because gdi he likes stuff.]
[and yet, here he is. because gdi he likes stuff.]
Hey, Friday. [ Here's Jeff! Jeff and his furby, which he's cradling in one arm like it's his strange mechanical child. ] I've got a weird request? Well. I guess it's probably not that weird, considering, uh, like, some of the requests you've probably gotten, um. And I don't even know if you're responsible for, uh... this kind of thing, or if the Captain is, but honestly he kind of scares me and I don't really want to talk to him, 'cause I think I'd prefer it if he just, like, didn't notice me or anything--
[ The furby laughs, unprompted, and says something incomprehensible, which seems enough to shake Jeff from his rambling prologue. ]
Fuck, I'm being so rude! How're you? How's it going?
[ The furby laughs, unprompted, and says something incomprehensible, which seems enough to shake Jeff from his rambling prologue. ]
Fuck, I'm being so rude! How're you? How's it going?
Edited 2022-11-24 11:33 (UTC)
[Jack had written a letter in the early part of October, after the information session, after taking time to process it all.
It did not survive the room explosion, but that's alright; Jack's found his feelings on everything shifted between the last half of October and the game show.
Still, he writes it again, some of it from memory, all of it now adjusted for his mood, but this time it's more like a cue card than something he intends to be delivered. Maybe. If he doesn't second-guess this.
Ahh, fuck it.
He stands in front of the bridge door, hand raised to knock, but hesitating. Is the Captain busy? Or is he in? Or does knocking even matter, if he's aware of everything on the ship?]
It did not survive the room explosion, but that's alright; Jack's found his feelings on everything shifted between the last half of October and the game show.
Still, he writes it again, some of it from memory, all of it now adjusted for his mood, but this time it's more like a cue card than something he intends to be delivered. Maybe. If he doesn't second-guess this.
Ahh, fuck it.
He stands in front of the bridge door, hand raised to knock, but hesitating. Is the Captain busy? Or is he in? Or does knocking even matter, if he's aware of everything on the ship?]
[one day the "waiting behind them silently until they notice" game will stop being funny but that day is not today.]
No dressing up, no offering. Erin crushes her Mantle down, snuffing it out like a candle flame, and comes up to the bridge in the early afternoon. She stops several feet from the door, hands in her pockets.
She's armed, but the saber has been peacebonded.
"You don't need to bother Ms. Friday. I'll be gone in ten minutes if you're not willing to talk."
And then she waits. She'll be as good as her word.
She's armed, but the saber has been peacebonded.
"You don't need to bother Ms. Friday. I'll be gone in ten minutes if you're not willing to talk."
And then she waits. She'll be as good as her word.
I shouldn't have to tolerate someone playing martyr on my doorstep for any amount of time, actually.
[well, he's here. standing in front of the bridge door, arms crossed, expression completely blank.]
[well, he's here. standing in front of the bridge door, arms crossed, expression completely blank.]
[You know how sometimes you get really traumatized but then a psycho ghost takes over your body and the fallout is so terrible it takes you nearly a month to unpack the first trauma?
Yeah.]
Hello, Miss Friday. I have a question, if you don't mind.
I know sometimes the captain takes something before bringing us back to life. [Like a kidney, or your parents' faces.] Can you tell me why?
Yeah.]
Hello, Miss Friday. I have a question, if you don't mind.
I know sometimes the captain takes something before bringing us back to life. [Like a kidney, or your parents' faces.] Can you tell me why?
[It's her first time up on the bridge, she's not exactly feeling wary, she's read the binder a few times, trying to absorb it all, but certain things do not add up. She doesn't sit, nor does she approach the door too closely.]
I have a question for you. If you are willing to hear it.
I have a question for you. If you are willing to hear it.
You have my attention.
[hi he's standing next to you now, don't worry about it.]
[hi he's standing next to you now, don't worry about it.]
[look Friday, it's your favorite skeleton man comin' to say hello]
I've got a question for you about Undine and an unrelated, hopefully simple request. Which one would you like to start with?
I've got a question for you about Undine and an unrelated, hopefully simple request. Which one would you like to start with?
[After seeing a certain binder addition, Rita's fury mounts until she finds herself striding straight to the bridge. She doesn't care that she has no magic right now; it never worked on him, anyway, and she's going to rudely kick at the bridge door with the sole of her boot.]
You jerk! What the hell gave you the right to just take stuff like that?!
[Natsuno's had so much taken from him already. Paying his parents' faces as some disgusting tax?! She can't stand it, she can't stand it, it's not right-!]
You jerk! What the hell gave you the right to just take stuff like that?!
[Natsuno's had so much taken from him already. Paying his parents' faces as some disgusting tax?! She can't stand it, she can't stand it, it's not right-!]
[ugh if he goes outside she's just gonna light herself on fire and blame him again, fuck that noise.]
[ Another late night when Fio heads to guest services, carrying her tote bag filled with all sorts of materials and accompanied by Judith the teddy bear, who's flying right above her. Clearly in better spirits, now that she's no longer clinging to her stuffed doll anymore at all times.
She's very slowly, dragging over a chair from the lounge... Hi, Friday. She's coming over to visit and hang out? And you never answered her question about Sparkles... ]
She's very slowly, dragging over a chair from the lounge... Hi, Friday. She's coming over to visit and hang out? And you never answered her question about Sparkles... ]
[ Darcy pretty regularly camps herself out on top of the bridge, to avoid other people and get some space from the rest of the ship. Tonight, after her last talk with Skulduggery, is like all the other instances. She’s got one of the books that arrived for her earlier in the month, her music, and a boba from Sand Dollars (green tea, no sugar, no toppings).
On this instance, however, she’s brought a second one along with her. Coffee flavoured, with cream and cookie crumb and pearls and custard. Sufficient sugar to kill an elephant. She leaves it by the door as she climbs up to her usual spot. ]
On this instance, however, she’s brought a second one along with her. Coffee flavoured, with cream and cookie crumb and pearls and custard. Sufficient sugar to kill an elephant. She leaves it by the door as she climbs up to her usual spot. ]
I'm not an elf. You can't just leave a bowl of cream out and get favors.
[he says, like he absolutely doesn't have the drink with him and is actively drinking from it right now. also hi he's sitting here too, you know how it is.]
[he says, like he absolutely doesn't have the drink with him and is actively drinking from it right now. also hi he's sitting here too, you know how it is.]
It's late enough to be morning, and Murderbot has Sanctuary Moon and a pair of ice cream floats--one strawberry, one chocolate. The Captain can pick his preference, MB's busy setting up the media player.
Why do you only ever watch the same thing. [he's picked chocolate, obvs.] It's not even particularly good.
Erin approaches guest services with...
Sheepish intent, honestly, she's praying that Friday isn't upset with her.
"Um. Evening, Ms. Friday. Would uh. A very normal request be welcome?"
Y'know, as opposed to an Undine situation.
Sheepish intent, honestly, she's praying that Friday isn't upset with her.
"Um. Evening, Ms. Friday. Would uh. A very normal request be welcome?"
Y'know, as opposed to an Undine situation.
I'm finding that my definition of "normal" is a lot different than what everybody else's is! And not in the direction you'd expect? [y'know, considering she's a servitor homunculus that has never been outside.
she startles, clearly remembering something she had forgotten. she dips under the desk for a moment, returning with one of those little acrylic sign holders, which she places on her desk. the sign in it reads: NO NECROMANCY-RELATED REQUESTS GRANTED.]
But, go right ahead!
she startles, clearly remembering something she had forgotten. she dips under the desk for a moment, returning with one of those little acrylic sign holders, which she places on her desk. the sign in it reads: NO NECROMANCY-RELATED REQUESTS GRANTED.]
But, go right ahead!
[CAPTAIN] lil bit after darcy storms off in a disgusted rage
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light_mischief
2022-12-04 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[you know it, you love it, he's outside the bridge!
he knows he can go in, obviously. but maybe he doesn't want to stick around tonight. that's going to depend.]
You certainly know how to get a rise out of her. What the hell did you say?
he knows he can go in, obviously. but maybe he doesn't want to stick around tonight. that's going to depend.]
You certainly know how to get a rise out of her. What the hell did you say?
That you have awful, but not terrible, taste in men, and that she's a biased party in the matter because she is clearly having trouble getting past a parental figure being capable of an intimate relationship.
[hi, also catduggery is here, because if we're having a family conversation obviously everyone should be involved.]
[hi, also catduggery is here, because if we're having a family conversation obviously everyone should be involved.]
[Immediately after this]
The giant black hound leaves bloody pawprints all the way through the ship and up to the bridge, Siffleur's broken body in tow. She dumps it unceremoniously outside the Captain's door.
Since you don't hunt for yourself. She growls before turning and moving back down into the ship, headed back to her room so she can nurse her wounds.
The giant black hound leaves bloody pawprints all the way through the ship and up to the bridge, Siffleur's broken body in tow. She dumps it unceremoniously outside the Captain's door.
Since you don't hunt for yourself. She growls before turning and moving back down into the ship, headed back to her room so she can nurse her wounds.
Friday Just After Realizing She Has An Entire Fucking Sunfish
crushed_pearls
2022-12-06 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
Well at least this sense of keen embarrassment isn't personal. Erin's even grinning.
"I uh. I see you've hit on the gag gift idea, Ms. Friday."
"I uh. I see you've hit on the gag gift idea, Ms. Friday."
[ Bastion approaches the guest services desk holding what by all appearances is a twig with a leaf at one end and the other end submerged in a water glass. They take a moment to stare at the NO NECROMANCY-RELATED REQUESTS GRANTED sign, tilting their head as if the rotation will help make sense of it, and then look back to Friday. ]
// Hello. Why don't plants from the last excursion grow on board?
// Hello. Why don't plants from the last excursion grow on board?
[ Another calm rational discussion with Skulduggery, another conversation between him and the Captain blah blah blah blah she's back again as per usual. Roof time, book time, no drink for him this time because he was a bitch about it last time. Sets herself up like usual, but before she settles in with her book she calls- ]
Hey- you're old and know shit, yeah?
Hey- you're old and know shit, yeah?
[sitting cross-legged. hi.]
Well, at least one of those is certainly true. [cocks head] Why.
Well, at least one of those is certainly true. [cocks head] Why.
[Several days of feeling slightly guilty about the mess she had made killing Siffleur meant Valdis eventually sought out Friday. She's not sure she's capable of apologizing, but she should at least meet the woman.
She pads up to the desk, settling down in front of it, tall enough to rest her chin on its surface.]
Do you ever stop working?
She pads up to the desk, settling down in front of it, tall enough to rest her chin on its surface.]
Do you ever stop working?
Edited (I suck at coding on my phone) 2022-12-09 18:51 (UTC)
[ Hullo, it's the guy who likes to wave hello when he walks by but hasn't really held a formal conversation with you yet.
Until now! He trots peaceably up to the desk and says, ] Hey, Miss Friday! I have a request to make. Don't worry if this isn't something you have a say in, but I'd like to ask if... if it's possible that I not be sent to my cabin to wake up after I, ah, die? Maybe the infirmary instead?
Until now! He trots peaceably up to the desk and says, ] Hey, Miss Friday! I have a request to make. Don't worry if this isn't something you have a say in, but I'd like to ask if... if it's possible that I not be sent to my cabin to wake up after I, ah, die? Maybe the infirmary instead?
It is late enough on the evening of the wedding that it could be called morning, and Johnny has slipped out of John's with a plate of desserts and a champagne flute, heading to the service desk.
(Look. Look, he hasn't entirely kicked the habit of calling her 'the faceless dame', but he also noted her absence tonight...)
(Look. Look, he hasn't entirely kicked the habit of calling her 'the faceless dame', but he also noted her absence tonight...)
At the front desk, a gray hand slams on the bell like three times. Karkat glares up at Gal Friday, with Nepeta behind him.
“HELLO! FACELESS LADY!” he shouts, gesticulating broadly.
“I HAVE HAD IT TO HERE WITH THIS GODAWFUL CRUISE. AND MY FRIEND OVER HERE ISN’T EXACTLY IMPRESSED WITH THIS WHOLE MAGICAL GETAWAY CHARADE EITHER. WHERE’S THE CAPTAIN HERE? THE BINDER SAYS THERE’S APPARENTLY A FUCKING CAPTAIN, BUT I HAVEN’T SEEN THAT DOUCHEGRENADE ANYWHERE. I HAVE SOME FUCKING WORDS FOR HIM!”
“HELLO! FACELESS LADY!” he shouts, gesticulating broadly.
“I HAVE HAD IT TO HERE WITH THIS GODAWFUL CRUISE. AND MY FRIEND OVER HERE ISN’T EXACTLY IMPRESSED WITH THIS WHOLE MAGICAL GETAWAY CHARADE EITHER. WHERE’S THE CAPTAIN HERE? THE BINDER SAYS THERE’S APPARENTLY A FUCKING CAPTAIN, BUT I HAVEN’T SEEN THAT DOUCHEGRENADE ANYWHERE. I HAVE SOME FUCKING WORDS FOR HIM!”
Nepeta doesn't look anywhere near as impatient or annoyed as Karkat; she's standing there with a cheerful smile, ready to see where this goes.
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