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driftfleet2015-06-13 10:24 pm
survivalistcookbook) wrote in driftfleet2015-06-13 10:24 pm
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Who: Eugene Woods, et al.
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: HS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/13
[Action]
[Eugene isn't necessarily a light sleeper. But he wakes quickly, when something is wrong. And something is definitely wrong, all at once, enough to have him pushing himself up and looking around, breaths coming fast and voiceless and silent.
He doesn't whisper for the name spinning through his head over and over, just pats to the edge of the cot in a haze of cold dread, feels nothing, curls his hand around the edge for balance as he scans the room. Other cots. Other people. The place is clean in a way nothing's been for years, sleek and shiny. Only the lack of overt scientific or medical purpose keeps at bay the worst of his fears, the darkest rumors and insinuations they'd scraped together over the years.
After several long minutes of staring out into the open room, he finds the communicator set down beside him and begins to browse transmissions and archives. Even then, he's tense and silent, eyes flitting up to track any movement or sound.]
[Transmission]
[Later - after a few hours of reading, and observing the goings-on around the deck, and a few several-minute stints of just trying to breathe slowly and not freak out - Eugene makes his first effort at hailing the network. He's set the device down on his pillow, and his expression is soundly unimpressed as he sits on the edge of the cot.]
Okay - this is the best open letter to our mysterious production staff that I can manage, but someone has to say it.
Seriously, guys? This is your ratings grab? This is your cool new hook for the week?
[He is not amused. He is so not amused.]
Don't tell me - is this supposed to be the inspirational overcoming adversity angle? Or is it just the kind of good old-fashioned entertainment where we can fly people through space, but we can't toss on a few robot limbs or whatever?
Guess I'll have to wait and see how it all comes out in post-production, huh. Great. Good job guys. Get those viewers.
[He reaches for the communicator and tips it, putting all of himself in the frame - down to left thigh that thins out and ends in a twisted line of scar tissue, several inches above where a knee would be. Eyes narrowed in resentment, he pats it emphatically a few times, then switches off the feed.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: HS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/13
[Action]
[Eugene isn't necessarily a light sleeper. But he wakes quickly, when something is wrong. And something is definitely wrong, all at once, enough to have him pushing himself up and looking around, breaths coming fast and voiceless and silent.
He doesn't whisper for the name spinning through his head over and over, just pats to the edge of the cot in a haze of cold dread, feels nothing, curls his hand around the edge for balance as he scans the room. Other cots. Other people. The place is clean in a way nothing's been for years, sleek and shiny. Only the lack of overt scientific or medical purpose keeps at bay the worst of his fears, the darkest rumors and insinuations they'd scraped together over the years.
After several long minutes of staring out into the open room, he finds the communicator set down beside him and begins to browse transmissions and archives. Even then, he's tense and silent, eyes flitting up to track any movement or sound.]
[Transmission]
[Later - after a few hours of reading, and observing the goings-on around the deck, and a few several-minute stints of just trying to breathe slowly and not freak out - Eugene makes his first effort at hailing the network. He's set the device down on his pillow, and his expression is soundly unimpressed as he sits on the edge of the cot.]
Okay - this is the best open letter to our mysterious production staff that I can manage, but someone has to say it.
Seriously, guys? This is your ratings grab? This is your cool new hook for the week?
[He is not amused. He is so not amused.]
Don't tell me - is this supposed to be the inspirational overcoming adversity angle? Or is it just the kind of good old-fashioned entertainment where we can fly people through space, but we can't toss on a few robot limbs or whatever?
Guess I'll have to wait and see how it all comes out in post-production, huh. Great. Good job guys. Get those viewers.
[He reaches for the communicator and tips it, putting all of himself in the frame - down to left thigh that thins out and ends in a twisted line of scar tissue, several inches above where a knee would be. Eyes narrowed in resentment, he pats it emphatically a few times, then switches off the feed.]
Re: video;
I'm certainly not. And while I am sure "viewers" appreciate a little competition, there have not been attempts at dividing us so either.
In said interest of "team-building" - does your limb cause you pain? I have healing magics that might be of some aid, and I am sure that a young man who grows medicinal plants on our ship would not mind parting with some if I but ask. I cannot do anything about it at the moment, but once you are moved from the Marsiva I could arrange to meet you for such purposes.
video;
[Which is to say that the occasional pains and prickles and itching are bearable by now, and he can ignore them most of the time, or at least deal with it and not make a fuss.]
It's been years now. I guess I just expected someone with spaceships to be able to scrape together a leg. But I guess that's a lot less fun to watch than me figuring it out myself, eh?
Re: video;
I am sure someone on one of the other ships could craft you such a thing, especially those with an engineering augment. It's beyond me, I am afraid, though I have a friend who has such an augment. I could make introductions, if you like.
But I think that would be Atroma's aim in not giving you one - forcing interaction with others.
video;
[As if he can't figure out human interaction on his own.]
It's fine, I can figure out other things to talk about. Thanks for the offer.
Re: video;
I do not even think "teams" are the aim. It merely wants interaction of any kind. That is the point of this "show" we are on, if I understand it correctly.
Let me know if you change your mind. Ah, but I have not introduced myself have I? My name is Vanyel Ashkevron, of Valemdar. Though most people find it easier to simply call me Van.
video;
[Whether or not they're meant to be in conflict, they're meant to be entertaining. He's sure of that much. And he isn't in the mood to split hairs over the exact mechanism of the entertainment.]
I'm guessing you've been here awhile?
Re: video;
About two months now, though I was in a similar place before here for about two and a half years if my count of the days is correct. You will get used to this place, make good friends, but it does take time and will come with heartbreak too.