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[littlecrowgirl]

 [Hello, Cruxians! This is your teenage girl speaking. 

The video opens up to show her sitting on one of the many 'benches' through the spaceship's giant hallways, bringing her legs up and arms around them, face almost uncomfortably close to the screen. ]

Hey everyone!

[That tone is already a little too overeager. When it's with a normal person, it's a bit odd, but something somewhat welcoming. However, with an Ace Attorney sidekick, it usually means shenanigans. How prepared are you all for shenanigans?]

Okay so like, I've been wondering something REALLY important since we got here. Yeah, yeah, we all gotta get jobs and help the fleet out.  But -who- is going to keep track of our progress? Like...space progress.

You know, like--

[Her voice clears with a soft 'ahem', sitting up rather straight and dignified.]

"Captain's Log, Day 23." 

[And cue back to normal.]

 

Stuff like that! Any takers? Because if not, I'm supremely disappointed in you. SUPREMELY.

[ 001 Ϟ VIDEO ] What do I gotta do to get a drink around here?

[shitflashpointsays]

[ This little adventure? Not exactly the vacation of a lifetime. Flashpoint's never missed her flask of engex more than now. She needs a drink, or she's gonna start rubbing the enamel clean off her faceplates. Sharing hangar number-why-do-they-need-this-many-hangars with Deadlock hasn't exactly encouraged peace-of-mind inducing solid recharge. Two extremely long weeks later she's finally got her own place though, and HELL YES the fabricators sure do make energon as well as organic food. There's just one critical problem. ]

[ They don't make booze. Apparently engex was not high on the engineering staff's list of quality of life enhancements for Cybertronians. Well, frag that. She'll just make her own. Uh. Somehow... ]

So. My people subsist on energon and the oh-so-kind engineers here have programmed the fabricators to make it but...

Mmmm...

I'm hoping to modify the formula. A little variety shall we say? Increased, uh, 'potency' most definitely.

[ Hopefully with inebriating effects. Hey, no one said it wasn't legal! Right? ]

Not a scientist though. Anyone give me a hand?

[ Yes, she really is asking for help making moonshine. ]

[And if this broadcast had fine print it would read 'proceed at your own risk; energon has explosive tendencies' but fine print means caution and caution + Flashpoint aren't exactly a common package deal.]

video;

[velveteened]

( when the feed clicks on, oz draws himself up with a (ridiculous) imperious look and puffed out chest, pointing into the camera with all the grandiosity a small sixteen year old boy can manage.

it's not a whole lot, but he makes the effort anyway. )

I have a very important question for everyone! ( clearly it must be something of great import! he certainly believes so. ) You should tell me about your most favorite place in the world —

( falters and frowns. ) though I suppose that'd be too limited when we're in a place like this, wouldn't it? Then...

— what's your most favorite place anywhere, and why!

( he should probably explain what his is, or at least explain why he's so curious or maybe why he's being so demanding about it, but he just cuts the feed. )