Jonathan "people pleaser" Murphy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2015-09-04 12:04 pm
noncriminal) wrote in driftfleet2015-09-04 12:04 pm
video ♟ first complaint
Who: Murphy and YOU
Broadcast: Open
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Early morning
[It's been a while since he's sent a wave on any kind of network like this, but it's not like it's hard to remember how.]
You know - being back on a spaceship, alright, fine.
[The face onscreen is of a wiry, annoyed teenager. He keeps carding his fingers through his dry, soft, clean hair; it's a feeling he's not used to and it's still novel. His eyes are rolled skyward as he considers the room, sketching around at the ceiling and searching for something before he regards the actual camera.]
Weird... cleansing rituals. Sewing my clothes. There was probably some feet stuff while I was out. Whatever. I guess I'm not here to judge your lame kinks as long as I get some grub out of it.
[He looks back up again, and ticks an irritated finger towards the roof above him.]
But if we're gonna keep playing this new age, virgin with denial and a saxophone jazz crap all day long? I'm gonna need a damn weapon back.
Broadcast: Open
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Early morning
[It's been a while since he's sent a wave on any kind of network like this, but it's not like it's hard to remember how.]
You know - being back on a spaceship, alright, fine.
[The face onscreen is of a wiry, annoyed teenager. He keeps carding his fingers through his dry, soft, clean hair; it's a feeling he's not used to and it's still novel. His eyes are rolled skyward as he considers the room, sketching around at the ceiling and searching for something before he regards the actual camera.]
Weird... cleansing rituals. Sewing my clothes. There was probably some feet stuff while I was out. Whatever. I guess I'm not here to judge your lame kinks as long as I get some grub out of it.
[He looks back up again, and ticks an irritated finger towards the roof above him.]
But if we're gonna keep playing this new age, virgin with denial and a saxophone jazz crap all day long? I'm gonna need a damn weapon back.
video/text
His eyebrows lift lazily and he sighs and shakes his head, cracking sarcastically as he painstakingly types out a few words on his own communicator.]
Nope. Not me. Being watched as I pace some random ghost town hurtling through a black void of nothing... Jamming out to music that's probably meant to keep someone positive while they get - brain surgery or something. That's my calling.
[Okay, he'll meet her on her level. He sends his text ...barely.]
wy arent u speakn
Re: video/text
[She snorts and types out 'cuz'
Then goes on to type another couple words. 'No brain surgery yet '
...'probably']
video/text
ogment? like u dont have 1?
[But he asks the rest aloud, half thoughtful but the other half just skirting around the whole spelling gaff:] Why so special, eh?
Re: video/text
[She blinks. Hadn't thought of that. That was brain surgery she guessed. Ew.
Then shrugs. Can't change the past.
Finally, she speaks.]
Comms.
video/text
[Whatever that means, cryptic. Maybe she doesn't want to be overheard? Maybe she just doesn't like talking over communicator. He, at least, seems to prefer it:]
I mean, doesn't matter how you sell it. If you're hiding something, people'll find out.
Re: video/text
[She rolls her eyes and taps her temple]
Communications.
[Come on, man]
video/text
[His face scrunches in consideration, and then his fingers stamp out another message.]
get any perks?
video/text
A quick glance up as she thinks about it. Perks, perks, perks...
Then her smirk turns into a grin and she nods.]
Eavesdropping
video/text
get any dirt?
[Which is really the only ensuing question that could matter to him.]