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[sensationate]

WHO Jordan Leslie, Alex Daniels
BROADCAST Fleetwide video!
LOCATION The lovely Marsiva!
WHEN February 2nd!

[ The feed doesn't kick on until one of them is moving. Two separate people on Marsiva's hospitality deck, one clean cut and dressed in a rather sharp business suit while the other looks a bit rough and tumble in his polo and jeans and multiple piercings in his eyebrow, cartilage, lobe, etc., but they seem to have come together after waking. Jordan, the clean cut one, has his arms around Alex, the rough but handsome one who looks STARTLINGLY FAMILIAR, from behind and a head on his shoulder. ]

What the fuck—?? Get off of me, stupid fucking pixie.

No. I'm looking at something. [ And it's true, he has his head tilted and a hand comes up to hold Alex's ear aside, and Jordan just huffs lightly before he lets go and holds on tight. ] How long were we asleep?

I don't care, leave me alone. [ Alex just reaches up and smacks Jordan's hands aside and growls. Not a very pleasant one, this guy is. ] What do I look like, your goddamn wristwatch? I have no fucking clue.

[ Jordan ain't even bothered. ] Are you hungry? Has it been long?

Ugh, I'm fine. Maybe if you stopped messing with my ear, you'd fucking notice this.

I've already stopped, sugarplum.

[ And he just finally looks around and. what. what is this place. where are they. ] The fuck are we? Hey, pixie bitch, the fuck did you take us? [ BECAUSE THIS IS OBVIOUSLY JORDAN'S FAULT, RIGHT? ]

... Alex, we've been here since we woke up. You know as much as I do, so why don't we look around together? [ Meaning he isn't letting you go, so there. ]

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action, obviously

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[He is going to push Jordan away because excuse you, he needs his space when he's kidnapped, okay.]

No, I just thought "oh hey, I have no fucking clue where I am, so I'm just going to sit here."

You fucking idiot.

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[ He stumbles a bit, then just sighs like this is inconveniencing him (it is), and tilts his head to regard Alex. There's something of an edge to him too but he isn't really letting it show. Something about this whole place feels wrong, there's an itch in the back of his head that isn't real and he is out of control for the first time in a long time. But he doesn't show it. ]

So I don't understand sarcasm and you don't understand rhetorical questions. Trust me, I've got that down in my notes now. Shall we?

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I ignore your rhetorical questions because rhetorical questions are bullshit and why do they exist if you're not supposed to answer them.

[But hey, he's grabbing Jordan's hand and dragging him along because he's the big bad vampire and Jordan is the slightly smaller not as bad pixie.]

Come on, we'll figure this damn place out. Or at least get an idea of what it is.

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To make you think instead of immediately start talking.

[ But that's amusement and Jordan is moving along to walk with Alex and his control slides a little more firmly back into place. ]

There's something quiet about it. We're definitely not in a city.

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...are you insulting me, you son of a bitch? Because you know I'll knock your ass around with no problems.

[How do you even deal with him, Jordan.]

Yeah, I'm not really feeling much either.

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[ Jordan squeezes his hand with a well-timed tweak, meaning Alex is hearing that motion as much as feeling it. ] As if I'd insult my most precious belonging.

[ Practice. ]

Everything is very immaculate, but it's all so... clinical. No one lives here, I'd bet my shoes on it.

[ Case in point: he loves his goddamn shoes. ]

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Hey, no senseplay in a strange place. [He winces because not the time.] And you better not fucking insult me because you should know better by now, sweetheart.

I could've told you that. At least you're certain about it. You like those shoes almost as much as me.

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Which is why it wasn't an insult. [ He lets up on the senseplay, because it is probably a good point. ]

Exactly. I wouldn't bet you on anything, though, just my shoes. This is like some grand waiting room or hotel, don't you think?