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[Do you know what's a horrible way to end your personal mission to charm your way through an enemy ship? A sudden onslaught of violence and the sad truth that you need to abandon your martini if you don't want its glass gouged into your face.

Despite this, Mettaton seems no worse for wear. In fact, the feed cuts to him in his humanoid form, sirens wailing in the distance, and patting the hand of some... well, she's not pretty by human standards, so let's just call her a sharp-toothed, scaled, snarling beast. From the deep scars lining her leathery skin, she obviously came from the fighting pit.]

Inopportune time for a message, yes, but let's be honest. Is there going to be a better time aside from, say, 12 hours ago?

[The hulking alien snarls at his side and flexes her claws. Mettaton pats her hand again.]

To those of you with the privilege to listen for a moment, I'd like to request one thing: before unleashing total destruction on ALL of our opponents, please practice a tiny bit of mercy. The next person you come across might just be a friend in need.

[A scream rings out nearby. Ugh.]

On that note, in regards to our more rowdy friends:

I saw those pits in the bar and they aren't going to fit everyone. It might be more cushy than some of the people here deserve, but does anyone have a better idea than a little house arrest? Plenty of space in the bedrooms, after all.

[A beat.]

And don't say "out the airlock."

kisha

It has come to my attention that some of you are weak.

[Audentes, you've probably not been able to overlook... the centaur lady in your midst, but enjoy her rare and potentially very rude network appearance that... by all appearances is being filmed in the Oska stables.]

Should you wish to be wise and correct this failing on your part, I am willing to instruct in archery those who show promise.

But do not mistake this offer for kindness. I am not a gentle teacher.

That is all.

ex_mettacrusher33

[Mettaton looks, for lack of a better word, hideous. His hair is frayed and patches of his beautiful chrome finish have been blackened from the flames. Parts of the pink paint on his chest have been eroded from acid. The various nicks and scuffs across his body don't do him any favors either, and neither does the occasional sparks shooting from his shoulder where a neat little pauldron used to be.

Still, he's smiling. It's not very bright, but what isn't there to smile about. They're leaving, aren't they?

In frame, he begins to waggle a bright, red bottle. Whether it's small because of its size or because a large robot is holding it is another story.]

If anyone requires healing before we shuttle ourselves out of here, I found a few potions I'm not going to need. All I ask for is the bottle back when you're finished.

If anyone else can provide service, I'd suggest letting others know here. Goodness knows 6 potions aren't going to help everyone.

((Feel free to threadhop and have characters mingle for help/items!))

ex_mettacrusher33

Morning, darlings. No, this isn't a call to share, not quite yet.

There wouldn't happen to be any healers capable of mending broken bones on the team, would there? Dearest George has hurt himself and, instead of doing the reasonable thing and seeking help from his team, he's decided it's much more effective to lumber around with the enemy.

This won't do. You all know why.

So. If anyone would please do him a favor and take care of that? And take HIM away from his current company. Thank you.

Just as an interesting little side-note, it seems our blue friend hasn't the foggiest about her own team's exploits when it comes to ALASTAIR. Just thought that was fascinating.

ex_mettacrusher33

[The feed cuts to a familiar sight - it's Mettaton, darlings. He's lounging, as per usual, on what appears to be a still-standing piece of the ship. If anyone had been paying attention, it's where he's mostly been for the past few days outside of scavenging and playing nurses' assistant.]

Gooooooood evening, beauties and gentlebeauties. We've certainly been having a rough spot for a long while, now haven't we? Sure, death is imminent, things feel hopeless, yadda yadda, but why cry about broken ships when the show needs to go on?

As such, I thought it'd be a splendid idea for all of us to catch up with one another and see how our escape attempts are going. Found something interesting? Weapons, food, tools, interesting little pathways or things to avoid? Do let the rest of the class know!

As for me, you've probably noticed a little light in the sky guiding you home. [It doesn't show from the feed's angle, but for the past several days he's been projecting a star high into the sky to help keep any explorers be correctly oriented during their search.] You're welcome, by the way.

But I've ALSO come into the possession of a few little toys. [Into frame, he pulls out what looks like, and is, a pulse rifle that most certainly belonged to a prison guard at one point. He runs his hands along it like it's a game show prize.] THIS is only one of TWO that I'm willing to offer to a sweet SOUL in need of a little extra protection. For those more physical, [again, he reaches off screen and pulls out another weapon previously belonging to the guards: an electrical pike.] We have this. Don't worry, there's no price. Your adoration is its own reward. Let me know if you'd like them - first come, first serve.

[Wink.]

So what say you, darlings? Find anything good thus far?

fateality

So just as a heads up, something is up with the walls in this place.
I can't see a damned thing past them, and I've already tried my luck in hopping past them too.
Not working.

So the old fashioned way is, unfortunately, looking like what we're doing here.
Which I'm not real keen on, but I reckon there's not much to be done about it other than just pointing out what I'm noticing here.

That about covers it. Otherwise: yeehaw, we escaped, kind of.

heavyhitter

hey guys listen, i know kagari suggested no jewel comms but it’s an emergency
i need to know what are some fun party games to play in solitary
games not involving cards, i asked the guards for some cards and apparently that’s not allowed for some reason
or wait how about this, teach me your favorite song. i did all the ones i know like 10 times each already, the guards requested i learn new ones.
sorry that's a lie actually the guards ignore it, but i like to think they're sick of the ones i know and want fresh material

OR, idea, what if we mount a break-IN mission? break into solitary, get me the fuck out. it’ll be like a practice run then we can get back to work on the break out ideas after that.

ughhhhh did you know it’s me and sigma’s year 1 anniversary, call me fucking crazy but this isn’t how i figured it’d go down

fateality

It's been awhile since I've done a job this extensive. Lucky for the lot of you that some of us have some experience in this sort of mission.

But I guess that begs the question.

No one's going to lose their nerve over a little five finger discount, will they?

Just making sure we're all committed.

respired

[ The forge is back to its former smoky glory, for the most part. The anvil's intact and the oven's firing, anyway, and those are the key things. The walls are still slowly rebuilding themselves, but they're largely intact, too. Koltira doesn't look as pleased about it as one might expect. He's carving a filigree into a dagger with a burin; a pattern of intertwining leaves and ivy, something half-remembered from his youth. His jaw is set, his eyebrows furrowed. ]

It seems that even when I try for mercy, chaos reigns. What, then, is the correct course? Perhaps this is the weakness in me, the flaw that Sylvanas spoke of.

[ He digs into the metal, scowling. ]

Perhaps my time here has made me soft.

[ He doesn't sound entirely convinced. He doesn't sound sure of anything, in fact. He's not concerned with the team's moral direction as a whole, or their cohesion as a unit. To his mind, he already exists outside of those discussions. He's in turmoil only due to his own challenged beliefs. A moral compass that was once rigid now has its needles pointing every which way. Should he have killed those Taraxans after all? Is ruthlessness always the most efficient, most productive answer? For once, he doesn't know.

His head aches. He stares up, directly at whomever might be listening.

Now more than ever, he has to distract himself. The hunger gnaws at his nerves. A confusion of thoughts distresses his mind. He needs direction. Focus. ]

It is imperative that I stay occupied. Give me work, if you have it.

ex_mettacrusher33

[The camera lowers in on the scene: two chairs are in the courtyard, where two figures are seated. A robot and a fish-troll sit and smile, holding coffee mugs. Words project overhead, reading GOOD MORNING, AUDENTES! before fading out. Cheery music plays.]

Good morning, beauties and gentlebeauties! You know, I've been pondering... There's been many attempts to make this team grow more cohesive - telling one another our personal stories, team-building exercises, holding hands around the campfire and singing songs... While those are ALL well and good, I've found that the best way to properly appreciate a person is more simple than that.

"Why, Mettaton," I hear you ask! "Whatever can you be talking about?!"

You laugh with them!! And thus comes our newest and most spectacular program to date: GOOD MORNING, AUDENTES! [CONFETTI!] After every mission, I, your wonderful host, will be bringing along a new, special guest to give advice to YOUR pressing questions! Who should you be dating? What happens when you kill a ghost? What if there was beer on the sun? You send in the questions, we give you the answers. Think of it as an advice column with a rotating guest.

This week's guest is none other than our very own troll royalty: Feferi Peixes! [Applause.midi] So get those questions started, beauties, and remember: if you think you can do better? There's only one way to find out. [Wink.] Ready? IIIIT'S SHOWTIME!!

[[Here is how this works!! Send in questions here for advice. It's assumed it's going to Mettaton's inbox, so he'll keep every asker a secret unless they say they want to be revealed. Then him and his guest will discuss the question and give their (most likely silly) advice for audience enjoyment and better understanding of said guest! Feel free to discuss said questions/advice below as well!]]

steler

[so here's a video of kaz. his st. bernard puppy, barend, is on his lap. look at barend!! isn't he cute? isn't he the cutest puppy you've ever seen? he is so cute, in fact, that kaz brekker, bastard of the barrel is petting him. like, for real, kaz is touching something with a pulse. it's a miracle.

and barend is just so cute right? focus on that for a moment. before you listen to what he has to say. itll put you in the right mindset. remember: chill, cute puppy. that's absolutely the point of this video.

totally.

100%]

Here's the thing -- [or, maybe, kaz is going to start lecturing because he's put on his "i'm a lieutenant of a gang" voice. it's the same tone of voice he used when he beat up the entirety of the dregs, but he doesn't know that happened yet. one day.] -- when you all wanted to act like killing was the most unreasonable thing a person could possibly do, there was at least a sense that you had the moral high-ground. "Think of Perdition's Rest! We saved people."

[kaz laughs, a little (a lot) coldly.]

Most of you didn't even want think of what kinds of existences you were saving - both there and back in Woodhurst. You'd rather force a man to live through grueling circumstances and inflict emotional pain than have to live with the idea that your precious hands had been soiled with blood. And anyone who suggested otherwise was immediately jumped on because, Saints forbid anyone suggest what you were doing was wrong. What's the point of moral high-ground if people don't recognize your superior position for what it is?

And it has to be self-perpetuating. So in the wake of this announcement, you're all going to find ways to tell yourselves how you did the right thing, how Oska wasn't your fault, how every life spared is the right thing to do under every circumstance. But a lie, even a nice one, is still a lie.

[he takes a deep breath and shifts, enough so that barend jumps off and scampers away to go find something else to do than sit with his scary teen criminal.]

That's not even really the worst part. The lack of cohesion in this team means that mistakes like these are going to keep happening. [he gives extra emphasis the last two words, trying to drive them home] The kind of work we're doing right now is sloppy at best, and we're lucky it was Oska that got hit and not one of these precious planets you've been trying to save along the way. This mistake could have been a lot more deadly, and the next one almost assuredly will.

I know your responses are going to be a mixture of accusing me of wanting power for myself and being heartless for wanting to kill. Let's all just acknowledge it now, together: if heartless and practical are one in the same, then fine. And power? I honestly don't care enough about this team to want it. I also don't care what your final decisions are - only that we should make some attempt to make them as a group instead of this haphazard decision making we've been doing thus far.

[he pauses, shrugs]

Or we can keep making more mistakes -- and then the decisions will be made for us.

ex_mettacrusher33

[The feed cuts to a very handsome box in a mud-bath. There are cucumber slices placed on his front panel where eyes are supposed to be and a glass of... milk in one of his hands. He's swirling it languidly as he speaks in a strong, mechanical tone, as if it were a glass of wine.]

WELL, THIS IS AN INTERESTING DIVERGENCE, ISN'T IT? CAN'T SAY MANY OF US HAD OUR BETS ON "CAT PLANET" AS THE FINAL ACT FOR OUR LITTLE WOODHURST SAGA, EH?

[Ahem.]

NOW, BEFORE WE ALL GET OUR PAWS FULL WORRYING ABOUT WHAT'S BECOME OF OSKA OR TREATING OURSELVES, I'D LIKE TO TAKE A MOMENT TO REMIND THE TEAM TO GIVE ONE ANOTHER A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR ALL OF OUR HARD WORK! WE CAN ALL AGREE THAT WOODHURST WAS AN EXERCISE IN ENDURANCE, DETERMINATION, AND "HOW NOT TO IMPRESS YOUR SUPERIORS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE INDISCRIMINATELY MURDERED," BUT THIS TALE COULD HAVE HAD A FAR DARKER ENDING WITHOUT SOME QUICK THINKING AND GROUP EFFORTS!!

AS SUCH, I'M HONORED TO GET THIS LOVE-FEST A-STARTED. TO OUR SCIENCE TEAM!! ESPECIALLY DR. URAHARA, MS. SIEGLIND, MS. NEVERMIND, AND ANYONE WHO DONATED TIME, EFFORT, AND BLOOD TO THE CURE AND VACCINES: YOU HAVE OUR UTMOST RESPECT AND THANKS! YOU KEPT PUSHING THROUGH REGARDLESS OF YOUR OWN PERSONAL SAFETY AND BOTH AUDENTES AND THE UNIVERSE ARE STILL SAFE BECAUSE OF YOU.

I'D ALSO LIKE TO THANK MR. LANCE AND MR. KEITH FOR INITIATING THE QUARANTINE!! IF MOVIES HAVE TAUGHT US ANYTHING, IT'S A HARD PILL TO SWALLOW ADMITTING YOU'RE INFECTED TO THE REST OF THE GROUP. EVEN HARDER IS KEEPING YOUR HEAD UP AND PLANNING AROUND WHAT COULD OTHERWISE BE THE TRAGIC NEWS THAT SENDS YOU INTO DESPAIR. YOU TWO TOOK WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN A REASON TO GIVE UP AND USED IT TO START A CALL TO ACTION. OUR NUMBERS AND THAT OF WOODHURST'S COULD BE A LOT LOWER RIGHT NOW WITHOUT YOUR HELP.

NOW, THIS OBVIOUSLY ISN'T THE BE-ALL-END-ALL LIST OF PEOPLE WHO SAVED THE DAY. I'M SURE EACH ONE OF YOU HAS SOMEONE TO GIVE THANKS TO FOR SOMETHING OR ANOTHER. SO WHILE WE REST AND RECUPERATE, WHY NOT LET THEM KNOW JUST HOW MUCH THEIR ACTIONS MEANT TO YOU? LET'S HAVE SOME POSITIVITY FOR A CHANGE!

[He waves his non-wine-holding hand, triggering a set of explosions and gray fireworks.

This only startles a few cats. Don't worry about it.]

heelies

[There appears the grave countenance of Achilles, son of Peleus, his princely features marred by grief. His eyes are rimmed red and below them sink dark purple hollows. His beard is untrimmed and his golden curls, once long and flowing, hang choppy about his ears, hacked off by his own hand. Yet still he stands with shoulders squared and chin held high, as befits one who speaks before the assembly, and still his voice rolls forth like the iron-grey clouds that fill the sky before a storm falls.]

I come bearing unhappy news amidst a sea of unhappy news - but for me, no news could be more unbearable than this. An honorable man lies dead, overpowered in all his power, victim to one of the flesh-hungry who strike fear in the breast of this city. This was Menoetius' son Patroclus, my dear brother in arms...my partner in life. He was not long among this crew, and thus if you have no other cause for lament, then lament that you are robbed the opportunity to know him for a friend.

Yet now you might meet him through my words, I who have known him for the better part of my life and love him as I love my own life. Among the Achaeans there never was a kinder man: he cared more for the man beside him than for himself, and what he had he shared generously with friend and stranger alike. Almighty Zeus, bright-eyed Athena, and Apollo the lord of light always received supplication and libation enough from his hands. With so worthy a man gone down to the House of Hades, the country of the living is left far poorer.

In this nation flung so far from my fatherland, strange enough that the shores of windy Ilios seem almost friendly, I have not the riches I once possessed. I cannot give so grand a funeral as I would wish, as great-hearted Patroclus deserves, like that which I gave on the headland over the Hellespont. There a thousand men harnessed in bronze bore the son of Menoetius to his pyre, each one's heart filled with a dirge, while my deathless mother and all of the daughters of Nereus rose from the sea wailing and beating their breasts - but who in this land shall mourn him so? The honors I heap upon him here shall be only a pale shadow of all that he is worth, and for this my grief grows twofold.

If you have any respect for the dead and for the laws decreed by the gods, then hear my plea. A pyre must be built that my dear friend may pass proper into the House of Hades. At present he wanders lost by death's gates, the Acheron's distant shore far out of reach. How can I rest while he who is dearest to me suffers unwearying? Thus, his pyre must be built today. There is more than space enough in Oakwood Park, which lies to the west. I need strong men to stack the timbers, whatever wood can be found, and others to assist in the slaughter of the oxen, that the rich blood may make sacred the flame. None need worry about drawing the curious eyes of the Woodhurstians, for Sieglinde the Green Witch shall shield the area from sight by her clever magic.

All who come to honor Menoetius' gallant son are welcome to feast afterward. To fill my stomach when my heart is so empty is hateful to me, but what food and wine I have I shall freely share with any who proves a friend to my dear companion even in death.

[CLIFFS NOTES VERSION: His not-at-all-platonic life partner is dead (again), so anyone who lends a hand in performing Ancient Greek funeral practices shall be fed a hearty dinner of oxen kebabs. I will post a log for the funeral this weekend, but that will mostly provide narrative for the various rituals and handle the aftermath. You are more than welcome to assume your character's involvement there or in the feast that follows. If you have any questions or would like to plot, please PM this journal or find me on Discord at aristosachaion#4902!

EDIT 3/15: I have come down with a fever and am slightly dying, but nevertheless I will do my best to persist in answering these tags. Sorry for the delay!]

hedonistic

sup nerds
sorry to interrupt everyone's doom and gloom party over here, but with the whole zombie apocalypse thing going down outside, there's about 90% less shit to actually do and i'm super fucking bored, so

let's play never have i ever

which, if ur one of the stone age people, goes like this:
u post something u have never done
other people reply
threadjacking is encouraged
if u ever did the thing u gotta post urself taking a sip of booze of ur choice
(or u can just go honor system i guess if u want, i'm not the boss of u)

if ur like a tiny baby or are a lame person who doesn't drink u can have water or soda instead
the challenge for u is to avoid peeing as long as possible

so i'll start us off

never have i ever....had an urge to chomp on human flesh (◡‿◡✿)

(no i'm kidding. i'm kidding, that's not the real one. u can put down ur torches and pitchforks lmao)

ok here's the real real one: never have i ever been on a roller coaster

competing

[With all the information coming out, it's apparent to Keith and Lance that one big elephant in the room has been ignored: the infection among the recruits themselves. Keith is tired and on edge, as he needs nothing to do with the infection to be cranky. Lance is jittery, too. But they have to talk about that elephant before it gets too late.

And for some of them, it might be. That's what Keith is really afraid of right now.]

Hey. It's Keith.

and ya boy, lance! [Because things are already pretty doom and gloom as it stands, and maybe things could use a little lightening up? Or something...

It’s a little more difficult to differentiate between people in a group message like this, but it’s a better idea to get something down on text in case they need to refer to it later, and anyone who knows either of the boys can probably tell them apart pretty easily through diction alone.]

we know your mind-phones have been pretty busy lately, but theres something keith and i wanted to talk to you guys about.

Before we get a move on in attacking Zymandis' agent, we need to look at our own numbers. A lot of us are sick. Maybe less than I thought. Or maybe more. Either way, we have to know who's sick and make a plan to help our own. And I'm serious about HELPING. Not putting someone out of their misery or any of the other stupid stuff I've heard from some of this team. We need to stop this disease. We need to help our own. Once everyone's BETTER, we'll make a plan for what to do next as a team.

[It's harsher than necessary but likely less harsh than how it might be normally, given Keith's frequently frustrated tone of voice. Text mitigates some of it, even if his frustration definitely does become CAPITAL LETTERS.

Lance, meanwhile, is quite eager to gloss over that sharp reprimand because seriously guys — kumbaya.]

yeeeeeah, so — helping! getting a head count is definitely ideal. we cant afford to be silent on this and we definitely CANT be alone right now, cuz every one of us affected and on our own can be a huge risk to everyone here. so we were thinking… since the city shut it down, we can use the middle school. those of us infected can stay there while we wait for our people to find that cure. like a quarantine safe house.. i know its not ideal, but its something. especially for those who dont have any other contingency plans.

[A pause. Well. May as well get the ball rolling, right?]

ill be there.

( ooc; p.s. there is an information plotting post for the quarantine space! )

cachemoney

[Fiona is a little out of breath, like she just hustled very quickly away from somewhere. Which she did, but that's neither here nor there. The background behind her is some innocuous wood panelling; she's in a house.]

Okay. So. Crunch time. Things are getting nuts out there, if you didn't notice. We are gonna wind up super screwed if we don't hop to figuring out what the hell to do.

[She holds up a vial. It has some alien writing on it, as well as a familiar symbol on the label.]

We found this inside the hospital. A shit-ton of them, actually. So who wants to find out what Zymandis asshole is responsible for this mess and beat an antidote out of them?

[ ooc. PS, maya, hanzo, and mccree might show up in your threads. feel free to threadjack as well! ]

ex_mettacrusher33

Well, Audentes. Things have certainly taken a turn towards Sweeps Week, haven't they?

[Who's this stunningly handsome, yet unfortunately badly lit human...? Obviously, it's Mettaton, darlings, learn how to read. But wherever could he be with such hideous lighting?]

Riots, infected, and secrets, oh my... While we're out here doing our best to keep both the townspeople and ourselves safe, I thought it'd be a good time to share with the class what we might have found. And without having to play me for it!! Lucky you. [Wink.

The "camera" gets turned away from Mettaton (a crime, he knows), now clearly showing the inside of Woodhurst Watch HQ. Specifically, inside the head editor's room. He expertly pans it from the mess on the floor that the infected and townsfolk left in their rush to head out towards the top of the desk he's sitting at. On the desk, next to where he's perched his legs (you're welcome), are some scattered sheets of paper. He's focusing his communications jewelry on one in particular.]

"Local cancer patient attacks doctor during regularly scheduled chemotherapy appointment." How dramatic. But certainly interesting, isn't it? [He's audibly tapping his fingers on the desk, just out of frame.] Can't say I know entirely what to make of it, but I'm sure checking any records in the hospital would be a good start.

Also. [He turns his necklace back to himself.] Since I and, I'm only assuming, the rest of those inorganic among us aren't particularly interesting to those infected, we might prove ourselves useful when it comes to... Well. Anything. Can't be infected, won't even attract attention... [He puts a hand to his chest and sighs.] I never thought I'd find an audience I couldn't captivate. But! Here we are and the show must go on.

[Slightly more serious. It's obvious there are specific, less fortunate people on his mind.] If there's anyone out there that needs help, let me know. I'm no superhero, but...

...Why waste a talent when you have it?

competing

[ with the new mission on the horizon, and a rather desperate need to keep busy and distracted, lance has decided to put together this informational psa for all those who may benefit from it.

so. like. maybe two of you. ]

Yo! So with Woodhurst coming 'round the corner, many of you probably haven't had the chance to brush up on all six films of the Brawn of the Dead series but that's okay! Your resident Zombie Apocalypse Expert is here to help you out.

[ he's watched pretty much all the zombie films available on earth, ok, he's practically a PhD. ]

While it's pretty much impossible to gain my level of expertise in the single week we have left, I managed to break down the most important things to remember during a Zombie Apocalypse. [ complete with handy, dandy infographics! (blame whoever got them the drawing app ok.) ]

( cut for length )

pummelling

[The magitek's pulled back far enough to feature not one, but two members of Audentes... or, rather, one of them striving vainly to nudge his teammate out of the feed. It's the tail end of the struggle, though, and Kung Jin is fighting a losing battle. It takes half a second for Asher Millstone to shove his way into view, taking up half of the screen and speaking up before Jin can truly get a word in.

The law student looks more excited than ever when he starts speaking, and even lifts his arms above his head in a “raise the roof” sort of gesture.]

It’s time to get wiggity wiggity whack, yo!

Don't. [He nearly slaps a hand over his friend's mouth, but reconsiders, elbowing him back instead.] So, Audentes. Since we're almost all set to leave on our next assignment, it's come to our attention that not everyone here is from a world that people like Asher or I consider "modern day".

Whoa, you? Wait a minute. Last I checked, there was nothing normal about you, man. People in your world, like, rip dudes’ spines out through their mouths and crap!

[After he says this, Asher immediately turns from Jin back to the camera, and waves his hands emphatically in its general direction.]

Don’t try that.

[Jin casts a dubious glance at Asher and moves right along in spite of all the interruptions.]

Even if you look the part, you’ve still got to play the part, too. If you're looking for any advice or tips to blend in properly on-planet, we’re pretty much experts-- so let us know if you need a hand.

[The paler of the two pops up right behind him, leaning on the other’s shoulder.]

That’s right, baby! We’ll teach you how to be 90s.

slapfight

Since we have our new marching orders, and are preparing to depart relatively soon, I feel as if I should go on record admitting my one weakness.

[she makes an agitated noise.] I'm not good at blending in.

[she holds up her hands, suddenly excited.]

But! But I have learned that the one thing that sets me apart is that I'm considered to be very funny. So by using my natural gift for comedy, I will surely keep the natives off guard while we plan out our strategies.

The problem is I don't have many jokes. The one about the chicken, while hilarious, will probably lose its charm after awhile, so in the name of preserving teamwork, I ask of you, my fellow Audentes, to give me, the great and lovable Peridot, your best jokes.

FUTUROLOGY NETWORK.

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