voicetestingggggg god help me. aiming for next cycle.

[satana]

Are you forizzle right now? Oh, no, no no no.

Look, I don't care whatever deprived childhood you had to roll around in, cuz if we're getting up into the compare and contrast contest, oh, honey, am I ever going to win, and have I got the stories to prove it. You could crack out some junk about dirty hobo uncles stickin' things where they don't belong or dragon fighting or whatever and it still ain't gonna be a good enough reason for you tossing this lady to the dogs.

You hearin' me, muchacha? Because mama doesn't care who's got the puppet strings so long as she's got the scissors. And I don't do horror flicks. Sure don't do spaceships.

Especially don't share headspaces with dudes who smell like they've been rolling in llama yarf. Lemme out. This is not happening.

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[adlered]

Charming.

[ come to mama adler, santana. despite your deplorable english, you're not half bad if you're saying that shit. ]

I am curious about the dragon fighting, personally.

[satana]

And noir!

[ Santana appreciates a classy skank or two, a'ight. But still, Irene's getting crossed arms, and sized up accordingly. ]

Yeah, sure. If we're rocking it up in George Lucas' wet dreams, there might as well be some King Arthur crap around here too. Or drinking cough syrup. Whatever she thinks is cool.

[adlered]

You're a half a step behind noir, actually.

[ oh please, santana, as if that's going to scare irene. she remembers being like you all fire with a bite to rival it. guess what? time changes things, and oh sweetie you have a long way to go before you intimidate her. which is why you're getting a raised eyebrow. ]

George Lucas would have had some sense if this was his wet dream. And as far as having King Arthur crap...don't tell me you actually think adding a dragon to that mess will make things better.

[ el pause-o. ]

You have to learn to play the game before you can have your strings cut.

[satana]

I was talking tall, dark and mysterious in front of me. Please. If I'm gonna be a jazz, it ain't gonna be a smooth one. It's some crazy Latin trumpets that you can at least dance to.

[ Still, she may not be queen of her pond, and it may be a small pond, but she's still used to flinching to shying away when she gets the way she does. Irene barely bats an eye, and the impressed corner of Santana's mouth curves up a fraction. ]

Besides, dragons exist to gobble up the peasants who probably weren't gonna make it anyway. I don't spend too much of my day thinking about Dungeons & Star Trek.

The thing is, in Lima Heights Adjacent, oh, honey, you invent the game or you leg it home crying.

[mohawks]

There is no point in all the whining, Lopez. Those puppet-strings don't cut.

[satana]

Uh huh. Either this shit's gettin' bedazzled or it's getting its sweet ass the hell out of Dodge. I ain'ts nobody's plaything.

You know. Unless it's the naked kind.

[mohawks]

You gotta give the bedazzling shit a rest. Didn't that shit go out when we were in middle school?

Though you are especially good at the naked kind.

[satana]

And didn't mohawks go out when, like, you were just a little spermling? I think I win.

Tell me something I don't know. You're just luckily you've got a few moves up your own sleeve.

[mohawks]

I'm so badass I make this mohawk look good. Those rules definitely don't count.

I got more than a few.

[satana]

No, you make it look like you're not an over-sized Jew fetus like when you don't have it. That is its one benefit.

Okay. Given. The question being how many of those did you lose when you were riding Shamu?

[excitedly]

- )(E)(E)(E)(
I don't t)(ink the place is going to be reel scary until much later.

[satana]

Oh, honey. Uh uh. Not until someone confiscates parentheses from your textcabulary.

[excitedly]

Well I sea that someones in a cod awful mood today. 38(

[satana]

And I whale still kick your badonk if you keep sounding like Barney's reject dolphin cousin.

[excitedly]

Sea! That's the spirit!
You know, I'm s)(ore people would like you better if you weren't so negative!
I'm reely - reely -
-E)(CIT---------ED to sea people when I get there.

[manipulativni]

All things considered, you could be going somewhere much worse than a spaceship.

[ but she's not any happier about potentially heading there. ]

[satana]

[ Santana waves a hand to the side. Is this bitch for real? ]

I guess Auschwitz was all booked up. Yeah, you're right, I should be throwing a party.

[manipulativni]

[ she is the realest of bitches, okay, you don't even know. you scare nerds in the hallways, she eats people like you as a midnight snack. ]

Apparently there's a steady enough supply of liquor on the ship that that'll be possible. [ too bad the person in the know kind of hates her. ]

[satana]

[ GAME ON, MISS THANG ]

The concentration camp or the partying? Because mama's gonna needs to get her tequila on if they think they're just gonna dump me on the S.S. Starhostage without any undue fuss. Seriously, rude.

[manipulativni]

[ IT'S ALREADY BEEN BROUGHT-EN ]

The partying. I'm not sure why one would want to make a concentration camp possible.

[bestpartyever]

Woah, Santana. That's a bit on the graphic side. Space sounds kind of killer, are you going to be alright?

[satana]

I'm gonna make it. And it's because I don't shop at the little boys' section at Target.

You wouldn't last a day.

[bestpartyever]

Is this another jab at the Capri's? [ Yup. That's what he's gonna call them Short Pants now ] And for the record the bowties at the men's section are on the monotonous side.

I think I can hold my own pretty well. I started a fight club in Dalton you know.

[satana]

Please, junior, you're about two wine coolers away from wearing Iron Man socks to the next - Oh, wait, you've already done that.

They have a legitimate Fight Club here, you know. Not like the cheap-ass, boxing gloves, 'good effort out there, chaps!' kind, but like Tyler Durden wailing on his own face that we can't talk about kind. It's the big leagues.

[bestpartyever]

[ He doesn't understand what about Tony Stark doesn't speak Stylish. But he won't critique; he's not Kurt so he'll shake his headed disappointedly for a bit. But the fact that Santana thinks she can take people on; worries him to no end ]

Normally, I encourage courage but lines have got to be drawn on the sand. If I can't last there, what makes you think you can?