01 ☄ Video/Spam

[John's sitting in the dining hall, cup of coffee on the table in front of him, holding his communicator at arm's length with one hand.]

So. Prison ship, eh?

Tidy little business, this. Sailing the multiverse, scooping up its villains and its heroes, pitting them against each other in an epic battle for the souls of the forsaken - [He makes a grand arm gesture, pauses for effect, then relaxes and chuckles.] Classic. And I do like the period detailing. Earth, early twentieth? Thereabouts? Very post-modern. Or, you know, positively archaic. Or as-yet-unheard-of. Depends where you're standing.

...Got to wonder what the man in charge is getting out of this, though, haven't you?

Anyway. Captain John Hart. [He pulls off a lazy salute.] Delighted to be here, et cetera. Compliments to whomsoever performed the cavity search - not so much as a twinge. One small question.

[He gulps his coffee, then sets down the mug.]

Who've I got to go down on for something stronger than caffeine?

[Transmission ends, then abruptly restarts:]

Or up on, or under, or over. I'm a thirsty man of eclectic tastes.

[He raises his coffee cup in a toast, grins, then disappears again.]

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