driftfleet | one ○ video / action

Who: Caesar Zeppeli and your face
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday and Saturday before the shuffle!

[All things told, Caesar does not spend a lot of time on introspection when he arrives on the Marsiva. He takes a few moments to look at the stars - astonishingly bright and close, almost frighteningly so, when you're used to cities, or being too busy to look up and see the space that God made - and then looks away. For fear of being overwhelmed, maybe, or because he has other things to do.]

[Though he can't begin to imagine what they are. What do you do after you've died?]

[When he figures out how to access the network, he doesn't hesitate at all. Hesitating means thinking, and if he thinks too much about this his voice will come out weak, lost, confused. He is a Zeppeli; that would be unforgivable.]

[So it comes out strong, full, his syllables well-rounded and imbued with good humor.]

Buongiorno, all, I - seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere around Mars. I don't suppose anyone has a map?

[He chuckles briefly, then sombers. There's information in his head that he doesn't know the source of, but he can guess.]

There are many people trapped here. I know that much already. I know what is happening. What I don't understand is why.

[Or what is to be done about it. (Although where would he go, if he wasn't here?)]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Doing what?

[A completely innocent face is happening.]

[Wow, okay. This is supposed to be his schtick. How dare you give him a taste of his own medicine?]

You are such a prick, Caesar. I don't even know why I talk to you.

Because nobody else would put up with you.

[Where is the lie, though?]

[Now Caesar's getting an accusatory finger pointed at him.]

Now you're doing that other thing again!

[He goes straight back to folding his arms and he's sulking again.]

Wait, what's the other thing?

[Now he's just confused.]

That thing where you don't even pretend not to be a snob.

[Which is completely separate and different from telling Joseph what he wants to hear while also still being a snob. Don't ask how/why, just keep up, Caesar, jeez.]

Jojo.

[This is a touch patronizing, now. He rests his hand on Joseph's shoulder.]

It's called a joke.

...I know that.

[...Did he though? Did he really?]

[Joseph, you sweet simple child.]

Of course you do.

[Now he's being a snob.]

[Fine, you're getting the silent treatment then, Caesar!]

[...]

[...]

[...]

You're such an ass.

[...That last five seconds. Mwuahahahahaha!!! Such punishment you've had to endure.]

[Yep, that was a real fucking struggle. He sighs and resists throwing back a you like it.]

I know.

[It's for the best. Joseph would just deny it anyway and they'd find themselves right back where they began. But still Joseph was expecting...less acceptance...than that... He eyes Caesar suspiciously for a few seconds before he exaggeratedly rolls his eyes.]

If either one of us is being generous by being around the other, I'm pretty sure it's me. [He rests an elbow on Caesar's shoulder, digging in a little to make him stoop unnecessarily.] One of these days, we're gonna find a doctor, and they're gonna figure out a way to get your nose out of the air. Maybe even surgically remove that stick that's up your ass.

[He even makes a show of looking down behind Caesar before looking at his face again.]

[Oof. He bends his knees a little, because Joseph's stupid swole arm is heavy, and makes a face.]

If you spent less time looking at my ass, idiota, you'd probably have a girlfriend by now.

[Which is much more generous than his last assessment. Good job, Joseph, you . . . win? Maybe.]

[...This doesn't feel like winning? He doesn't think? What.]

I don't look at your ass, I just notice the gigantic stick in it. I'd say they could probably see it all the way from space, but since we're here...

[Shocking how that works.]

You just looked. [Literally just now, five seconds ago. Joseph.]

[Joseph's brow furrows and he just grinds his elbow more right into Caesar's shoulder.]

One time for a second.

[WHY IS HE EVEN ARGUING ABOUT THIS?]

Are you sure? It felt like longer than that. You lingered.

[That hurts, but this is hilarious? Should he continue? Yes, he definitely should.]

[He grinds his elbow a little.]

There's nothing to linger on.

Yes, there is.

[Come on, Joseph, don't lie. This is not even a good lie. Caesar's ass is primo and everyone knows it. Everyone.]

[He is going to start shoving you in the side, though, because he's pretty sure his shoulder's breaking.]

[Joseph ignores the first couple of shoves, but he lets Caesar push him off eventually.]

Well, I'm not looking again to check because I don't care.

[His laugh is bright and cheerful, his grin wide as he starts free but doesn't move more than a few feet away.]

Your loss.

[He barely has any idea what he's saying at this point, a little giddy with the high of life and Joseph and fighting like usual. So he's a little smug. So what. He deserves it, he thinks - they both do.]

Oh my fucking--

[Joseph grabs Caesar by the shoulders and turns him around (while pointedly looking towards the ceiling), pushing him along.]

Just get walking. This deck is huge and who knows how long it'll take us to find the controls.

[Caesar makes an unhappy noise at being manhandled (although really, what does he expect at this point) and deliberately digs his heels in and leans back against Joseph's hands to slow him down.]

We could be here forever. What's your hurry?

[He keeps pushing, but he does lean over Caesar's shoulder to look at him.]

We're on a spaceship that I could fly and you want to know what my hurry is. Is that really what you just said?

[Leaning his head back on Joseph's shoulder, he laughs again, low and lazy.]

You're such a little boy, Jojo.

[But he's not mad about it. He'll pick up his feet a little.]

(no subject)

nextlineis - 2015-07-16 03:52 (UTC) - Expand

mylegacy - 2015-07-16 03:54 (UTC) - Expand

nextlineis - 2015-07-16 04:08 (UTC) - Expand

mylegacy - 2015-07-16 04:29 (UTC) - Expand

nextlineis - 2015-07-16 05:15 (UTC) - Expand

mylegacy - 2015-07-17 02:33 (UTC) - Expand

nextlineis - 2015-07-19 01:13 (UTC) - Expand