Callsign Corona

Ivy Kincaid, local Circean cat-girl, sponsored by Levun-Nova Technologies Inc! Certified LANCER and celebrity streamer for Apovi

[dancingclawsofsteel]

Hey. Kitty.

*microwave noises*

Oooo I'm the hum oooo-

Whuh-

waaaAAAAAAA-

[spin.omif]

[dancingclawsofsteel]

[Encrypted]

Ives.

Ives do you know what a gatcha is

Who am I kidding of course you do

Did. Did they catch wind of my dysmorphia crashout.

Whuh- whar- Briar? Uhm.. I don't think soooo? I only found out about the game from a viewer- uhm.. one second-

[omninet_search_results.omif]

Okay, okay, soooo.. first things first, I don't think so? Probably. I don't know- but here's a picture of you in the game!! :>

[gacha_briar_omig]

Uhh.. gacha games- how to describe- digital gambling for characters that look an awful lot like the exaggerated fanart I sometimes receive, if you remember?

I don't know much else about it-

[cmdr-noah-colorado-reed]

One of the worst sins of HA is reinventing Gacha Games. They were dead for ten thousand years, why is the sexism casino back?!

[dancingclawsofsteel]

Oh yeah, I'd heard about that! Some viewers of mine told me about it, said I was a 4 star character :3

..Though I don't think my chest is that big..

[dancingclawsofsteel]

H-hey, you still piloting that freak of a mech?

You uh. Still fighting on the side of the jack boots?

Say hi to my mom for me.

OK, bye

..Briar? That you?

Is.. everything alright?

Yeah, 'spose I am.. Auntumbra's been acting up recently, but it's holding, still firing.

...

Will do. Stay safe, friend.

[corsair-mercenary-companies]

All CORSAIR personnel this is Glacier speaking.

Tonight is Taco night. The locales serving tacos have been sent to you via your dataslates and mailboxes. You have one hour to prepare.

//Glacier\\

[paws-akimbo]

[Several minutes of percussive maintenance]

[The sound of a heart monitor is in the background]

Did I... really... miss Taco night....?

One bad decision after another...

[dancingclawsofsteel]

[deep_offense.omif]

D:<

I am not letting you miss taco night, foxie! I may not be a CORSAIR, or anywhere near you at all, but nonetheless!

Mission Morale boosters upon ye, o' fluffy Briar!

[A box of tacos appears from the blink, wherever is most convenient for the resident fox. Whether that's in the cockpit, or on a table near her, they appear there in absolutely pristine, steaming hot condition. It should be noted that they are spicy. Very, very spicy. Don't worry about how they got there.]