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[tattoofists]

[Comm clicking on and the sound of fumbling hands. This is closely followed by a slightly disgruntled, muttered voice.]

What the hell is this? The damn Communicator is a relic. Am I going back in time or what?

[Realization that yes, the comm is on and yes, what he’s saying is being heard by whoever might be out there.]

Uh, hello! This is Cliff Fittir

Comments

[chopshopgoddess]

Yep, it's on fire.

[tattoofists]

Uh.

Shouldn't we be running to put it out or something?

[chopshopgoddess]

Nah. It won't hurt anything. Been there for a year.

[tattoofists]

[Give him a moment to pause, blink, get a little closer and hold his hand out to it to see if it's actually hot or just decorative.]

Ach. What is it then? Decoration?

[chopshopgoddess]

[Sheesh don't get TOO close, Cliff. She doesn't actually know if it burns people.]

I'm not sure. It's good for roasting marshmallows, though.

[tattoofists]

[He's just testing the environment! Suspicion confirmed: Hot fire is hot!]

It's packing a bit of heat. Not exactly what I was expecting when I opened my door, but hey, if it's harmless I say leave it be.

[Cliff pauses again.]

Whoa. Marshmellows. I haven't had those in years.

[chopshopgoddess]

Yeah...there's a lot of stuff here that you're probably not gonna be expecting.

[She grins - not hat he can hear it, but it IS reflected in her voice.]

And chocolate. I love S'mores.

[tattoofists]

[He chuckles at that.]

I'm not much of a sweet eater, but it's good for a change I guess. Most girls I know like them anyway.

You got a name?

[chopshopgoddess]

Yeah, It's almost a requirement to like em.

I'm Mikaela. You?

[tattoofists]

Cliff Fittir.

Say, Mikaela. You wouldn't know who's in charge around here would you? Or where this ship is going?

[chopshopgoddess]

Oh, that'd be Captain Redd. As far as where we're going, it's someplace called the Golden Shore. No one...really knows all that much about it, except it's where the captain 'puts' us.

[tattoofists]

Captain Redd, Golden Shore. Gotcha.

[It's bugging him that he can't pick the planet, sector, division or hell, galaxy for a place with that name.]

So ah, any idea what planet we're on?

[Right now he's figuring he's on one of those fancy waste of time resort planets.]

[chopshopgoddess]

Um...I'm not sure. As far as I can tell, we really are on a boat, but as to where, exactly that boat is...

I dunno. No idea.