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driftfleet2015-06-15 06:17 pm
stefanged) wrote in driftfleet2015-06-15 06:17 pm
Entry tags:
01 | action + video
Who: Stefan Salvatore and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: Following the shuffle!
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[Instant teleportation sucks. Especially when it's too quick for him to process - and then bam! He's... somewhere. Somewhere that's throwing confetti into his face and playing loud, welcoming music?
He nearly stumbles back into the wall, instead regaining his bearings in time to take a look around the ship. Stefan's step is hesitant as he grips his messenger bag tight and explores various places. While he's not exactly stealthy, he's not trying to intrude on anyone either.
In the end, he's settled down in the med lab, inspecting the equipment and trying to discern what's different from the hospitals and labs he's worked in back home - it's not what he's expected, but he could get used to it.]
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[Stefan had held off on announcing his presence via communicator - partially because it wasn't the Network, and partially because they're recording him 24/7 anyways. Does he really need to give the NSA (or whatever this universe's version of the NSA) more fuel for their potentially Islamophobic fire?
Once he's holed himself up in the med lab, he fiddles with the communicator until he's found the video function--]
The longer I'm here, the more I wonder about people's - various species? - taste in television. [He smiles, though it's thin.] Or our showrunners' definition of "informed consent." Doesn't seem like anyone here remembers signing those NDA's.
I... well, this is kind of a weird question, but does anyone know what direction the sun's in? Or how I'd find out what direction the sun's in? It's pretty important. [More than important - it's necessary for his prayers, though he knows better than to voice that out loud.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: Following the shuffle!
[action]
[Instant teleportation sucks. Especially when it's too quick for him to process - and then bam! He's... somewhere. Somewhere that's throwing confetti into his face and playing loud, welcoming music?
He nearly stumbles back into the wall, instead regaining his bearings in time to take a look around the ship. Stefan's step is hesitant as he grips his messenger bag tight and explores various places. While he's not exactly stealthy, he's not trying to intrude on anyone either.
In the end, he's settled down in the med lab, inspecting the equipment and trying to discern what's different from the hospitals and labs he's worked in back home - it's not what he's expected, but he could get used to it.]
[video]
[Stefan had held off on announcing his presence via communicator - partially because it wasn't the Network, and partially because they're recording him 24/7 anyways. Does he really need to give the NSA (or whatever this universe's version of the NSA) more fuel for their potentially Islamophobic fire?
Once he's holed himself up in the med lab, he fiddles with the communicator until he's found the video function--]
The longer I'm here, the more I wonder about people's - various species? - taste in television. [He smiles, though it's thin.] Or our showrunners' definition of "informed consent." Doesn't seem like anyone here remembers signing those NDA's.
I... well, this is kind of a weird question, but does anyone know what direction the sun's in? Or how I'd find out what direction the sun's in? It's pretty important. [More than important - it's necessary for his prayers, though he knows better than to voice that out loud.]
[action]
[Stefan reaches for his dessert cream, careful to hold it steady as he glances back at her. There's still confetti in his hair (and probably all over him, period), but he's got more pressing things to deal with.] Does this... [he gestures at his hair, his clothes, and the cream] happen every time someone joins the crew? Or am I just that unlucky?
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[She waves her finger in the air like a noisemaker, but the expression on her face is sheer sarcasm.]
Welcome to the Paisley. The fun never stops.
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Thanks, um... [Introductions would probably be helpful.] I'm Stefan, by the way. Stefan Alesci.
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[She gets up from the chair, slouching over to offer a lazy handshake.]
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How long've you been part of the Paisley?
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[She gives an impressed whistle at his grip.]
Dude. That's some arm you've got.
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Three months, though? That's a pretty long time.
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It's no big deal. Last place that kidnapped me? It was more than three years.
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[She's about his age, and he's so not going to play overprotective brother on a young woman who can clearly handle herself - but that worries him. A lot.] Here I thought space reality TV was the only one sadistic enough to try.
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[She's way too calm whenever she mentions it - a practiced state over the past several months.]
Big ol' soul-sucking castle.
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[It's a tough question. In the castle, she could wish up anything she wanted, and relax all day at the pool. But then, the fleet hasn't killed her yet.]
It's super boring here, but it's safe, I guess.
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But I guess those things wouldn't make very good television. [pause] Does the "big brother" feeling ever go away after a while?
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[She shrugs at his question.]
Sometimes I totally forget it, to be honest. I guess I just don't care enough. Maybe that's why they send me money.
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[Headtilt.] They're serious about paying us? Iiiii was convinced that was bull--[he coughs] a total lie. What exactly would you even buy in a place like this?
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Not even once? That's awfully generous of them.
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Though if they're taking notes, I wouldn't mind more of this cream-stuff.
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