[ DRAFT 13 ] Termination

[metharchy]

[Meth clears her throat, and there's the rustle of papers in the background. Her tone is flat, as she seems to be reading off of said papers.]

It is my duty to inform the passengers that Mihaila Nerlavwa's contract with Captain Redd has been terminated, and as such has left the ship. All passengers with specific dietary needs will continue to find their needs met and all passengers are instructed to bring any food related concerns or requests to the attention of any member of the crew. Thank you.

[ Locked to Crew | Unhackable ]

Now that that's over...

Talk about a once in a lifetime opportunity, hm? Deities, blood has never tasted that good before...I can't believe the Captain just...that he just let us have it.

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And...after...

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Does crew...do they do that sorta thing often? All together?

[Had she been unknowingly missing out? Somebody wants seconds.]

Comments

[electroniccrane.livejournal.com]

Presumably your compatriots discuss these sort of things with you. Gossip is the only thing in my universe that breaks the light barrier.

[That...was a joke. The end is nigh.]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[The Major made a joke. It was actually kind of clever and Meth rather liked it.

Meth wondered if she'd been hit on the head.]

Heh. At times. You're still better off asking Kage or the Stewardess.

[electroniccrane.livejournal.com]

[Not recently. B|]

I wouldn't want to bother the Stewardess.

[The implication being she'd be perfectly happy to bother the fuck out of Kage.]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Point for the Major. Meth wouldn't bother the Stewardess unless absolutely necessary, either.

Kage was the First Mate, but he was approachable.]

I don't blame you.