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driftfleet2014-11-05 09:29 am
ladiesss) wrote in driftfleet2014-11-05 09:29 am
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Who: Krista Kingsley
Broadcast: Open!
Action: Marsiva only.
When: Space time. Who knows.
[so the video turns on to show an... annoyed-looking teenage girl. long, black hair. lots of eyeshadow. she clears her throat, but that does absolutely nothing to stop her from talking in a quiet whisper the whole time. at least she seems to know how to talk to a camera.]
Okay, so. Uh. Hi.
I assume there's a bunch of people on the other end of this? Otherwise I'm going to look stupid talking to a screen, but... Whatever. I'm in space. I know guys back home that would kill for the chance to be kidnapped and held for entertainment on a creepy space station. I'm... Wait, hang on, let me see if I care.
[she looks elsewhere for a moment, lips pressing into a thin line, before...]
Nope. I don't care. Almost did, for a minute, and then I remembered how much this sucks.
[she gestures... vaguely.] Okay, so this is turning into a pretty bad introduction, but I guess I just wanted to say, uh, hello, I'm Krista, and I'd love to talk to someone... about... how we're all stuck here up in space? Unless there's something way better to talk about. I don't know. Whatever. I'm really bad at this.
[of course, anyone who is on the Marsiva is welcome to find her! she's just standing around one of the network panels, looking annoyed, maybe a little nervous. kind of fidgety.]
Broadcast: Open!
Action: Marsiva only.
When: Space time. Who knows.
[so the video turns on to show an... annoyed-looking teenage girl. long, black hair. lots of eyeshadow. she clears her throat, but that does absolutely nothing to stop her from talking in a quiet whisper the whole time. at least she seems to know how to talk to a camera.]
Okay, so. Uh. Hi.
I assume there's a bunch of people on the other end of this? Otherwise I'm going to look stupid talking to a screen, but... Whatever. I'm in space. I know guys back home that would kill for the chance to be kidnapped and held for entertainment on a creepy space station. I'm... Wait, hang on, let me see if I care.
[she looks elsewhere for a moment, lips pressing into a thin line, before...]
Nope. I don't care. Almost did, for a minute, and then I remembered how much this sucks.
[she gestures... vaguely.] Okay, so this is turning into a pretty bad introduction, but I guess I just wanted to say, uh, hello, I'm Krista, and I'd love to talk to someone... about... how we're all stuck here up in space? Unless there's something way better to talk about. I don't know. Whatever. I'm really bad at this.
[of course, anyone who is on the Marsiva is welcome to find her! she's just standing around one of the network panels, looking annoyed, maybe a little nervous. kind of fidgety.]
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Oh man, those would actually be kinda cool... But no. I don't even think our ships have guns. [ Probab...ly... ]
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Really? Huh... [she... makes a face.] And no one's like, died, or anything? No murderers on the loose? Vampires? Zombies?
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Uhh...well. When I first arrived they said the people who disappeared from some of the ships didn't exist. And something about a cannibal clause... B-but I'm sure everything's fine! No zombies or vampires.
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[she nods.] I haven't dealt with cannibals before...
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[how menacing.] Okay, uh. Switching topics, is there anything cool around here? Aside from space. That doesn't count.
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[that would have been WAY cooler than being stuck in this iPhone of a ship... and it might have had glamour on it, most importantly...]
What was it like?
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