video ☣ fleetwide

[gunslinger]

Who: Jr. & you!
Broadcast: Video (Fleetwide)
Action: Marsiva!
When: nowiiiish

[ If the communicator enjoys being on when someone's still waking up, it's in for the usual wtfery treat, and the deceptively boyish voice of this little dude isn't going to soften the language any. He awakens quickly, knocking the communicator right onto the floor in his hurry to jump up, the visual now of the ceiling. ]

What the hell?! Where—

[ There's some shuffling and then hurried clacks of boots darting across the room (checking out that window) and then quietly lingering near some of the video screens. Angry yes, but he wants to figure out what's going on before he panics. It's only a minute or two with muffled sounds in the backgrounds before he runs off to explore, can you blame him? It's another ten minutes before a distant: ]

Sons of bitches!

[ is released off-screen, and those clacking steps close back in with surprising speed, the communicator jarring around so his face can come into view, and it's not a happy face (but still a kid's face). Not enough info, and he can't find anyone who has real answers. ]

Hey! Where are my guns?! Atromos! You another Testament?! You watching in your crystal ball, and you want a show?! [ Literally shouted like this is NOTHING NEW to him, despite his angrypants. ] You think I care? Can't even lock me up for real? You're either lazy or cocky!

[ Good luck even getting a word in, friends, as he's off destroying as much as he can. If something can be knocked onto the floor, it's gonna be. If he can grab it and smash it, he's gonna. If a telekinetic blast can slam it into a wall, then bam. It's not just a rage fit; he wants to piss someone off enough to lure them out for confrontation. Then maybe he'll get somewhere. ]

Hey, hey, your ship is a pile of crap. I've seen better ships flushed into Federation scrapyards! Uglier than sin and the charm's kinda lost with this tacky communication gear. It's better off this way, trust me —

[ A few lights shatter in bursts as he walks down a hall, but his tone is actually growing calmer (if sharper). ]

— but if you don't think so, you better come and join the party or tell me where my friends and crew are.

Comments

[gunslinger]

[ N O. The very suggestion is so offensive (hadn't his behavior made it clear?) that it receives a disgusted noise. ]

I'll be finished when I've located my weapons and am outta here.

[ At least he isn't actively blowing out lights anymore, miss lady ma'am. He does need to see, after all. ]

I hear that hasn't gone so well in the past, but there's a first time for everything.

[openhands]

[How dare you. Disgusted noises are her schtick. You're not allowed to join the disgusted noise clique yet, kid!]

And you think you'll be the first?

[Oh, sorry, was she sounding derisive? Wait, no. That was intentional. Not sorry.]

[gunslinger]

[ His disgusted noise is the echo of 665 others, he has his own clique. Had. ]

Won't know unless I try, right? Not like I got anything else to do until I can figure out how to open a new channel.

[openhands]

[Sound like a loser tbh.]

And you think no one has tried before you? At the very least, you could ask others what they have attempted.

[gunslinger]

Don't think it even a little bit, but everyone sure is quick to tell me to stop.

[ WOW GUYS, YOU SURE GOT LEASHED FAST. Woof. ]

Like I said, I don't have much else to do. I'm all ears for more ideas, ma'am.

[ On how to tick off these mofos (or get somewhere). ]

[openhands]

There is a reason why they tell you to stop. There are forces at work here beyond our control.

[MAYBE TRY THINKING A LITTLE MORE, KID.]

[gunslinger]

I'm sure there is. [ But maybe there's a reason NOT to stop. ] Forces beyond control isn't really anything new to me. Wouldn't be surprised if they're the same, uh, forces.

[ Which might explain why he's so blasé about these threats. No that's not the word for it... It's just a...familiar resentment. AND HEY HE JUST WOKE UP LIKE TEN MINUTES AGO

HE CANNOT THINK WITHOUT HIS PRECIOUS ANTIQUE PISTOLS, you ask too much of him, madam. ]

But I know they wouldn't have brought me here just to kill me, right? Anything else they want to try, I can handle or they can send me back. And if I can't find anything in this floating shitpile, maybe I can at least knock down a few walls to make it easier for the next guy.

[ Don't deny it too much, Jr. This violence is venting. It's easy to act out and fall back into tantrums when he doesn't have anyone to lead. But at least the violence and yelling's also stopped (for now) because it's rude to blow things up while speaking to ladies. ]

[openhands]

Who said anything about trying to kill you?

[That seems like a very odd conclusion to jump to for a kidnapping. If someone wants another person dead, Cassandra thinks they'd just jump straight to the killing part and move on. But who knows what kind of life he's led?]

You were brought here for the purpose of entertainment, nothing more and nothing less. With the exception of Atroma, all of us want to be returned home. Harming one another will not bring any of us closer to that, but neither will acting blindly.

[And she thought she was bad about acting too quickly and not thinking things through. Yeesh.]

[gunslinger]

No one, which is why I'm not that worried about myself. Whatever they do to me for acting out on this floating junk pile, I can handle it.

[ is all he meant! People who go through the trouble of kidnapping before killing are just wasting time, Jr. would agree. But then he one of those that acts too quickly. Not always, but once he's mad, it's hard to think about anything else, especially when alone (physically). He's usually fine after a couple minutes, and taking the time to converse with everyone has allowed him to calm down.

Marginally. Will his curiosity ever be lessened? ]

Has anyone tried to look behind the walls on this ship?

[openhands]

To my knowledge and in the manner you are likely referring to, no. But I did come across a woman while I was there who had successfully removed some of the paneling and was trying to reach something within the wall.

I could not say precisely what she was after, only that she appeared to be unsuccessful from what I observed. I believe her name was Natasha.