07th Landing . video . sleepover spam!!

[landfall]

Okay, hi, everyone who doesn't know: I'm Racetrack, I'm a pilot, I'm a warden, all of you are incredibly annoying and cute. I've got twelve bunks, sleepover at my place. There will be cards. Candy. Pizza? Stuffed animals.

Maladicta, Dean Winchester, Felix Gaeta, Ryan Hardy, if you are younger than 18, I require your attendance.

[ open spam ]

[ ...no really, Racetrack's door is open, and the bunkroom within is totally open. There are mounds of Zodiac-themed stuff piled on the center table and in the corners, and they include pretty much everything Zodiac-themed you could possibly imagine.

Racetrack is supervising. Have fun? ]

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[itstopped]

You're a pilot? In the fleet?

[fuckvelvet]

A sleepover.

[Literally the most scathing a person could be. Ever.]

[landfall]

The Colonial Fleet, yes, recently retired but Lieutenant up until then. Hi. Felix, right?

[landfall]

I'll let you wear pants instead of a dress.

[itstopped]

Yes, sir. Felix Gaeta. Did my parents tell you to check in on me?

[fuckvelvet]

I'll be right there.

[And she is literally gonna be there within like thirty seconds o m g.]

[surfaceshine]

A pilot of what?

[Why would he go there. :|]

[landfall]

[ What, she doesn't. How. ]

...no.

It was.

Your - test scores. [ There has to be some test score. ] Turns out you have a lot of potential for being a fleet navigator. [ ????? ] You're not supposed to be here, but I was told to keep an eye on you until we can get you back home.

[landfall]

[ what how did that work why who where whennnn.

True to word though she has options when Mal gets there. None will quite fit, but luckily Racetrack is fairly small herself. ]

Jeans, sweatpants, leggings, take your pick.

[ holy frak this is bizarre, Mal is tiny and in a dress. ]

[baconbit]

How do you know me?

[itstopped]

[There is absolutely a test score, but he looks baffled anyway.] But I don't want to be a navigator.

[landfall]

Well, you know, it's all your choice. Navigation. Sciences. Whatever.

[landfall]

Spaceships.

[landfall]

You're on my list of people to keep an eye out for.

[surfaceshine]

...like NASA?

[baconbit]

Why?

[landfall]

A lot more interesting than NASA.

[landfall]

Same reason you're on an interdimensional prison ship that makes no sense.

[itstopped]

Are you sure you don't mean doctor?

[surfaceshine]

Racetrack is your callsign.

[baconbit]

That makes sense.

[fuckvelvet]

[She's still looking surly, but uncertainly so, and is quick to grab the - what are these, jeans? She inspects them, then decides they're acceptable.]

[Turns on her heel toward the bathroom to change, then remembers something, turns back:]

I am not - cute.

[Now she'll go change.]

[spam]

[clockworkflower]

[There is an uninvited small blonde eyeing Racetrack from the doorway.]

What's pizza?

[private]

[whippersnapped]

Why is Ryan on your list?

[This is not as suspicious as it could be. Marsh understands looking out for people. He just wants to make sure that she means 'keep an eye on' in the right way.]

[megamind]

If you get more than you can handle, send some down to 8-6, I got room, toys, music, and video games-- a few sleeping bags and a puppy that could use wearing out.