Stefan Salvatore (
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.]

permavideo
It's okay - I shouldn't have assumed we were near it. But yeah, I'm from Earth.
What about you? If you've never heard of the Milky Way, you're from... another planet, then?
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[News to her, anyway.]
I do come from somewhere else. We don't have have a name for it like Earth, however. We've never had much need for one.
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[It figures - if they're traveling in outer space, then they would've naturally grabbed people from other planets. She just looks so human. Maybe she's like Superman or something.] Yeah? Then uh, what do you call your country? Or hometown?
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[Well, technically she doesn't have either of those - that still exist, anyway. So, the next best thing!]
My home is on the Legacy, a ship that has no official affiliation with another country.
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Okay, so... is it a space ship like these? Or more like an actual ship?
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What kind of place was the Legacy, then? I'm guessing it's not much like these. Or actual ships.
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Wow. I kinda want to ask more, but I have a feeling we might be here a while. [Like "how do people live on a hunk of metal?" and "how did a large population survive that long?"] Thanks for your help anyways, um...
[Names. Names might be important.] I'm Stefan, by the way.
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How long've you been a part of this?
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I guess they're trying to film this all in one go, however they're accomplishing it.
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That isn't how things are normally done, then?
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Maybe our producers, or the guys in charge, are running on a different schedule.
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That would be giving our TV overlords too much credit.
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[Excuse his frustration - it's not aimed at her in the least.] What kind of news is it usually?
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[The Fleet sounds like a giant lawsuit waiting to happen, really.] Thanks for the heads-up.
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Hey, those rating things actually matter, right? It might work in your favor.
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[Though now that she mentions it, why would they bring him, anyways? Do they get a sadistic kick out of watching a vampire struggle with how his existence goes against his religious principles?
... Yeah, probably.] So, the more you play to the cameras, the more you get paid or something?
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