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driftfleet2015-07-30 02:41 pm
geonomy) wrote in driftfleet2015-07-30 02:41 pm
003 - commencing countdown, engines on
Who: Clay Terran and YOU!
Broadcast: eyyyyy yeh
Action: On the Vanquish!
When: Today, July 30th!
[Clay's lounging in the pilot's chair, though he's still wearing his swimming trunks. Not only does he plan to go out to the beach soon after this, but gotta keep those ratings climbing, you know? With the camera on, Clay grins and gives his little two-fingered salute, then leans forward to talk more directly.]
You know, it was December before I came here. For anyone here who doesn't know about Earth's calendar system, December is the end of the year, and one of the coldest months. Later, when I woke up here, it was April, four months after December. Crazy, huh? Here I thought I actually went through with my mission after all! [Granted, he thought he must've been heavily sedated if he forgot four months of the mission, but that misunderstanding was later cleared right up.] Anyone else suddenly jumped forward or backward in time when they were brought here?
However, that's not the reason I'm broadcasting. Back home, my birthday would've been seven months from then, but now it's today. I still feel like it should be months away, but here we are, I guess! [He bends down, his hair still visible on the feed, then back up, this time with a fishbowl in his hands that houses one (1) red fish with googly eyes, and occasionally glows an orange color.] So I got a present for myself! Meet the newest member of the Vanquish crew: Apollo. He's just like my friend back at home. He's red, he tiny, and his eyes bug out like when he's doing that perceive ability of his! [And he ends up laughing a little about it. IT'S THE BEST THING EVER he hopes he can tell Apollo this someday, just to get that flat, unimpressed look in return.]
Also, we got something from a sponsor! [HIS FIRST ONE EVER if we don't count the pottery soda. Carefully setting Apollo aside, he instead drags over a box, where he pulls out one of several visors that look a lot like his, only with a sponsor's logo on it instead of the GYAXA one he has on his (and also less well-made than his).] Anyone want one? There's plenty in here!
Broadcast: eyyyyy yeh
Action: On the Vanquish!
When: Today, July 30th!
[Clay's lounging in the pilot's chair, though he's still wearing his swimming trunks. Not only does he plan to go out to the beach soon after this, but gotta keep those ratings climbing, you know? With the camera on, Clay grins and gives his little two-fingered salute, then leans forward to talk more directly.]
You know, it was December before I came here. For anyone here who doesn't know about Earth's calendar system, December is the end of the year, and one of the coldest months. Later, when I woke up here, it was April, four months after December. Crazy, huh? Here I thought I actually went through with my mission after all! [Granted, he thought he must've been heavily sedated if he forgot four months of the mission, but that misunderstanding was later cleared right up.] Anyone else suddenly jumped forward or backward in time when they were brought here?
However, that's not the reason I'm broadcasting. Back home, my birthday would've been seven months from then, but now it's today. I still feel like it should be months away, but here we are, I guess! [He bends down, his hair still visible on the feed, then back up, this time with a fishbowl in his hands that houses one (1) red fish with googly eyes, and occasionally glows an orange color.] So I got a present for myself! Meet the newest member of the Vanquish crew: Apollo. He's just like my friend back at home. He's red, he tiny, and his eyes bug out like when he's doing that perceive ability of his! [And he ends up laughing a little about it. IT'S THE BEST THING EVER he hopes he can tell Apollo this someday, just to get that flat, unimpressed look in return.]
Also, we got something from a sponsor! [HIS FIRST ONE EVER if we don't count the pottery soda. Carefully setting Apollo aside, he instead drags over a box, where he pulls out one of several visors that look a lot like his, only with a sponsor's logo on it instead of the GYAXA one he has on his (and also less well-made than his).] Anyone want one? There's plenty in here!
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III didn't think my wonderful cook would do a really nice thing like that for me and I'll thank her over and over for it?
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[And they enter the room just as the timer begins to go off. Rogue hurries over to what passes as an oven, and carefully opens it up to reveal about a dozen thingys that look mostly like this. At least it smells good.]
There we go. [Or at least it will look like that once Rogue takes one out, plops some custard in it, and tops it with a suspiciously kiwi-looking fruit. She puts it on a plate and hands it over.] Happy Birthday, Clay.
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Ha... thanks, Rogue. And sorry again, for not telling you earlier.
[But he's just going to go ahead and take a bite of one of those cupcakes.
... ... ...
Mmmm.]
They're - [Oh, his mouth's kind of full. He takes a moment to chew and swallow, finger held up as if to ask her to give him a moment, then gives her a pleased grin.] They are good! Really good! [He'll just help himself to another, thank you very much.] Mm - Want one?
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[She is
probablykidding here.Actually, she's really pleased that he likes it, and takes on a satisfied (if somewhat shy) posture. She does reach for one of the pastries.]
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Hey now, I'm already Eugene's guinea pig. Am I yours now, too? [Nevertheless, he hands over a pastry... and takes another for himself, because they really are good. And it's his birthday. He can indulge.]
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All right. I'll believe you. But I'm watching you, Rogue! [He even makes the eye motion, though he ends up smiling right after. He can't really keep up things like that for too long.]
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...pfff, and then the eye-motion and the grinning and just -- adorable.]
Ta make sure you're not given first choice of anythin' new I might cook up? You're right, that'd be a shame.
[Since he doesn't want to be a guinea pig and all...] Guess I'll have ta ask someone else if they want anythin' special for dinner.