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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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[Still, maybe it's not all doom and gloom.]
But I think we're winning the war. So that's good.
[Aang was so sure, he has to be doing okay.]
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[wow, she's just. great at this.]
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It started way before I was born. But uh, thanks, I do too. It's time the world was put back to how it should be, again.
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[good job, krista. social interaction.]
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