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[It's late in the night -- nearly a morning, when the post goes up to the network. Now, Moira's had plenty of drunken nightly posts in the past and in the beginning this really looks like one. In the video you can see J who's looking happy with a calm smile on her lips. Almost too happy to be someone suffering from insomnia and the cheerfulness doesn't really make her appear drunk. Maybe she's taken something else. ]

Now darlings. I know that things are looking very unpleasant to us at the moment, which is about as big news as water being wet I know. The ship smells like a dumpster, the new found information about Ingress, incompetent captains and the uncertainty whether our next stop is going to put us in danger again.

[Her voice is soft and sweet as she speaks. Coy yet inviting]

But I tell you it doesn't have to be that way. I now know how to make it better, how to make you feel better, darlings. All you need to do is come and join me in I.L.R and I'll show you.

[She winks her eye at the camera before showing her surroundings in J deck.]

Now please don't leave me hanging. It's like they say in songs: every baby doll needs her daddy, right?

[ooc: this is part of the monolith/indoctrination plot. J's been affected and if someone does come see her she's going to try convert them into her new found brainwashing religion.]

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Well dear, at least you're honest.

[Why does she have to be on video, she still has a lingering cut from the arena on her cheek. It's mostly just a scab now, thankfully.]

I'm nothing if not an honest thief.

[If she had spent over a year with only being able to communicate via text she'd be using video option too.

But damn, girl. That's one mean looking cut right across the face. Shame, really. Otherwise she'd have such nice face.]

That so. Here I thought that honesty would be inconvenience in that line of work.

Though, I must say that now I get why you'd prefer doing this in private.

[Correction, still has a nice face. This is only temporary.]

It's convenient when no one believes you anyway. And why is that? Do you regret posting up an ad to the general public to have a good time where anyone can freely comment and ask for your services?

Regret? I don't see anything I should feel regret for.

It's just that you seem to have a little cosmetic problem there, sweetie. Can't imagine it to be a too pleasant surprise for others.

Low shot, because I don't care about that. Try again.

Not shooting at anything. Just saying things how they are. But good for you there.

I'm sure you weren't.

You don't believe me?

I don't believe anyone, so don't be too flattered.

Flattered? That doesn't make sense. [No really, you're sounding far too defensive to her.]

So does this mean that no one else speaks the truth except you, which also means everyone's automatically thinking ill of you?

[Sure, she's not wrong, but it's also nice to know what others think of her. Makes it easier for her to play parts.]

Why not? It's a nice, round answer to everything.

[Except she's a chronic liar so.]

Oh dear. You must have very poor self-esteem. [Normally, she'd press this subject more. Ask if it has anything to do with that weird arm of hers, since it must really be putting off to many suitors out there.

But right now, there's something more dire at the hand.]

There's no need for that, darling. If you like I could show you how to make it better.

[So that's what J thinks of her?

At least she has the composure to not burst out laughing. The arm wreaks havoc plenty, just not on her self-esteem.]

If you can magically become taller and more rugged looking, we could look into things.

[J's mouths a silent 'o' at that comment and freezes, staring past the camera with a paused look on her face. Isha might not be able to hear it but the Voice is back.

There's not much she can do about the height but as for anything else she's asking? Little fix here and there and it'll be possible. Oh, if she only had left the makeup out this would be much easier.

Another smile spreads on her lips, but unlike before it's more confident and daring, without any sign of the usual tease. She runs her fingers through her hair, combing her blonde curls back.]

Actually, [She but begins, her voice sounding much more deep and low than ever before. Even with tiny hint of femininity, it's clearly a man's voice.]

I might just be able to pull of that magic trick.

[Well that was something she certainly didn't expect, but okay then. Good to know.]

Magic, indeed. I'll save that for a rainy day. I didn't expect you to accommodate everyone.

[Not really malicious, just more curious about it. Surely this would've been a bit less of a surprise if she had any sort of usual vetting processes in place, like she would have done back home.]

Not everyone but I wouldn't mind doing an exception for you. So, if I were you I wouldn't mind wait for the rain. [Because even in this state J knows that it will not happen. She wouldn't be offering this in the first place if it wasn't for the greater good.]

I'm flattered. [She's not going to accept or deny for the moment.] Any other takers out there for you, at least?

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