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[siegel]

Who: Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, & errbody.
Broadcast: fleet-wide, video
Action: marsiva funtimes
When: oct. 22, night (lil backdated)

( video )
[ The feed starts off as video first, before switching through the various modes of voice, text, and quickly skimming through the archives. Sooner or later, he flips it back to video. Figuring it'd be best to switch and leave the mode as is, the last thing he wanted was to be accused of poking through things he wasn't supposed to. ]

The feed seems to play on other stations like this one. Saves in the archives as it runs, too. Think our boss has something to do with this?

[ Sliding off his old guard mask, he tilts his head towards someone off screen. Though their voice is caught easily enough. ]

Hard to say. Someone obviously is responsible for this. [ Her voice is strained and ends on a huff, while she zips the suit up as high as it can go, giving it an extra tug even though it is at its limits. ] Regardless, we should stay on our toes.

Well, I don't think we're gonna start connecting the dots on our own anytime soon. So might as well ask... [ At least there seemed to be somewhat helpful replies on the announcements he'd sifted through. With that, he crosses his arms and after a minute or so of shifting and leaning on the edge of the desk; he asks: ] Anyone out there mind filling us in on all this?

[ Not questioning why he knows vague ideas of space and space travel all of a sudden, either. ]


( action )
[ To anyone still milling about the Marsiva, two middle aged teenagers are currently standing around the comms station a little after their broadcast. With the beefy looking guy in a pink yukata a few sizes too small and the lady beefcake in a gaudy blue catsuit. They're digging out a bunch of small post-its with a few scrawled on napkins from their pockets or folds, with the former sliding his old fox mask to the side of his head as he goes over their loot pile.

Eventually they move onto the communicators, things they're more familiar with than dealing with patron spirits or bathhouse customers of Koriko. Exchanging their frequency numbers and sending texts to test out the connection. And, occasionally, leaning over each others shoulders to try out a number of different emoticons before simmering down. Although the awful late night TV shows pull their attention from time to time. Interesting. ]

Comments

voice;

[payback]

It's been pretty safe here so far, I think...

[siegel]

[ oop, second voice. he's content on video on his end still, not that talking to a little audio visualizer isn't fun. the last part is enough for him to slap the metaphorical dad pants are on, in the form of: arms crossed. ]

You think?

[payback]

Sure. The ships don't seem to be booby-trapped. I guess it could be different where you are... someone might find that entertaining.

[She just sounds. Neutral about that.]

[siegel]

Not unless you count stuffing traps into hidden compartments with my, uh, skills. Anyway, my usual job doesn't have me on ships or drifting space, unfortunately. [ rotted and infected cruise liners? definitely. ] Although those are two ways to look at it.

[ cautious or something neato, with no middle ground. ]

[payback]

- wait. Uh, you're not really doing that, right? That's hypothetical? You aren't booby-trapping the ship, right? There are other people on there.

[NOW SHE HAS A TONE it's "alarmed."]

[siegel]

[ yELLS ]

I'm kidding. [ his tone is more or less the same, though she can see the small smile in this case. ] I've got some idea on my augment.. seems I bring in more hidden cabinets and whatnot whenever I join a ship.

[payback]

[... A girl is nettled.]

That's not funny.

[siegel]

There's no need to worry. If it makes you feel any better, I can't so much as work a small lock. Let alone anything else that complicated.

[ that was the pardner's shtick, same with bomb disposal. ]

[payback]

[>8T!!!]

I'm glad you'll be responsible! We should all look after each other.

[siegel]

I agree with you on that. Watching each others backs is something I can do easily enough.

Might even work on my jokes while I'm at it, too. Responsibly.

[ honhonhon.... weh 8'I ]

[payback]

[Now she feels bad DB she didn't mean to scold him so hard! She tries to sound a little more comforting.]

I'm sure you'll get along fine... most people I've dealt with here have been nice.

[torsion]

[ Something of a soft, relieved sigh. Lovely. ]

That's great to hear. The first I've heard of that. Then again I'm sure people would be more urgent than welcoming if this wasn't the case.

[payback]

I'm not sure about all the people here, but I think most of them have been nice so far. Or at least... not aggressive. [And that's good enough right?]

[torsion]

I don't expect everyone to be sunshine in a situation like this.

[ She's pushing herself as it is to be more open and friendly -- not that she's cold or rude, but she isn't always the most welcoming person. ]

[payback]

[This one is pretty reserved, so that suits her fine.]

Yeah... I guess we're all doing okay so far. I don't think anybody's died, at least.