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[exnihilo]

[Public Video]

[Mira Hidalgo is broadcasting from the bathtub. Her own tub, in her own quarters, hair wet and plastered to her neck. She's not quite flashing the whole barge, but currently it's only a matter of either careful or lucky cropping, rather than any actual coy bubble bath. She is drinking champagne from a bottle and utterly pleased with herself.]

Hi, barge.


[Private to Mickey]

I was thinking, if you wanted, I could...check on things, when I go. Baby things, I mean, or...whatever.


[Private separately to Mal and Luna]

Thank you.

Comments

[patheticvillain]

As long as he gets along with Ilia it's fine. I can bring him over and see?

[exnihilo]

Yeah. I'll text you?

[And she will, when she's wrapped up her other talks and gotten a bathrobe on.]

[patheticvillain]

[When she does, he heads over quick, with Ilia perched irritably on his shoulder like an angry, furry parrot. He knocks on her door, shave-and-a-haircut.]

[exnihilo]

[She's smiling, albeit slightly watery, as she lets him in. Rascal is sitting on the top her of head, with big adorable eyes and a little snout, golden-brown furred tentacles draped casually around her face, one looped loosely around her neck as an anchor.]

Hi, Cassel.

[Man, what do you even say, in times like this.]

[patheticvillain]

[What you say is:] Congratulations, [and you reach out to scratch Rascal on the snout. Ilia snarls, but Cassel doesn't seem to notice, and after a moment it dies down as a token protest.]

You're handling this way better than I did, for the record.

[exnihilo]

[Mira grins, a little slanted, one shoulder tipping up to match.]

How do you mean?

[Rascal coos, nudges a tentacle-tip in Ilia's direction to be sniffed or batted at.]