1st Spell - Video

[whatthewrackspurt]

Hello, everyone.

I've never been on a ship like this before. Or any ship, really, so I can't say for certain whether the person in charge is always so elusive when it comes to answering questions. I suspect he thinks it's all in good fun, making you believe one thing but telling you another. I don't think I understand his humor, though.

I'm a little concerned about having made a deal with him - he could be one of the Rotfang conspirators in disguise and is set on prolonging this journey indefinitely until all our worlds are nothing but dust and spores.

Is that why all of you are having such strange dreams?

Either way, I hope there's pudding involved. It makes death seem just a little bit cheerier. I think that's why people eat so much at funerals.

Ghosts must get very jealous during mealtimes.

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[whatthewrackspurt]

I don't know. I know if I were the only witch left, I'd find it desperately lonely.

Are you making friends here, I hope?

[vexingmesmer]

Oh yes. Very good friends. Stephen Hart, he and I, we're real tight. Like pals, we are!

[whatthewrackspurt]

Oh, good. I'm very happy to hear it.

I'm Luna, by the way. Luna Lovegood. I've never met a fairy before.

[vexingmesmer]

You mentioned. Before. [ He's just rude. ]

I'm Vex.

[whatthewrackspurt]

Did I?

[She answers dreamily, too out of it to be offended by the rudeness]

Hello, Vex.

You will tell me when you find the other 88% figured out? Maybe I could help you.

[vexingmesmer]

Right. Of course. [ Not a chance, space cadet. ]

[whatthewrackspurt]

And if you're ever lonely, you can come and talk to me. I'd like it.

[vexingmesmer]

Riiiiiiiiight. Because you're... uh. [ Weird. Also a bit like Massimo, now that he thinks about it. Hopefully there's no Fae parent abandonment in Luna's life. Then things would be intensely uncomfortable. ] Such a snappy conversationalist.

[whatthewrackspurt]

Offer's open, Vex.

But you're getting annoyed with me. I'll see you later, at breakfast?

[vexingmesmer]

Right. Breakfast. An'. Yeah.

[ how did he lose control of this ]

[whatthewrackspurt]

Have a good afternoon.