driftfleet | 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I mean, it can't've - hurt. Figured it gave you some kinda foot in here.

[Which is starting to get into territory that's going to - really quickly betray that he knows so little about the actual political system other than the gritty. He sidesteps the conversation.]

It's gotta drive you nuts, goin' from a whole life in the outdoors to cooped up in one of these things.

[ She just shrugs. ]

It's not that it hurts, but the people here are from such different places. Titles that make one person a god where they come from can mean absolutely nothing to the next. The respect you get is usually the respect you earn from the people around you, not from what you did where you come from.

[ She puts her chin in her palm with a sigh at that last comment ]

Yeah, seriously, it's a hell of a change to get used to. But we do stop at different planets and stations a lot so it's not like we can never get off the ship. Thankfully.

[Weird. People keep telling him that actions are what give people their social consequences in the end. It's like it's significant or something. Murphy's caught somewhere between there and vague skepticism about this freaking idea following him around.

Gods? Different planets? Habitable ones? His mouth starts to form the 'wh' in his question, but it hangs there for a few seconds as he debates what he even wants to bring up first.]

What - else is even here? [Beat.] Who the hell - actually calls themself a god?

[ She laughs a little at how baffled he is, because -- he's one of THOSE. Adjusting to being here for him should be very ... Interesting. ]

Just a tip? Pretty much anything is possible, here -- so it's a good idea to just accept that weird stuff is gonna happen. Stuff you've only heard about in stories is totally real. You'll see once you get off the Marsiva. It's impossible to walk around any ship without running into someone who can do magic, or a talking horse, or someone who's considered a god where they come from ... So on and so forth.

And I guess there's a lot of habitable planets out there? We stop pretty often and most places seem to have a decent population.

[Murphy's eyes can't help averting downward midway through Ino's advice. The very last thing he'll admit is that the idea makes him nervous. Uncertainty was a void most everyone could cop to fearing, never mind that on top of 'god' being mentioned as a roster possibility, now Ino's added 'talking horse' to the list. That part was probably bullshit, but his imagination was on top gear regardless.

Staying out of trouble had been hard enough to avoid back when the world had been split into simpler factions, grounders and sky people and mountain men, but this place was a free-for-all. And Murphy routinely expected the worst.]

Alright. [To his credit, he sounds fairly accepting, albeit wary. His fingers play anxiously in his hair, but he rolls his eyes back upward to Ino again.] That really the best advice here for we few simple humans? - Don't ask questions and you might not get stepped on..?

[ She blinks, looking confused for a moment ]

No, that's not what I'm saying at all. Just that you'll save yourself a pretty big headache if you don't bother with the "but that doesn't exist" or "that can't be real" stuff. Most people understand there are places without magic and elves and all that and don't mind if you ask about it.

I've just seen a lot of people get really worked up about needing stuff to have some kind of explanation that fits in with where they come from, instead of just accepting that things are different in other places.

[It's hard not to assume the worst in whatever she says, but adjusting to change has never exactly been one of Murphy's strong suits. Not unless it was in his favor, of course; he'd happily accept that. And that felt like fairy tale shit, but so was the stuff she kept listing. What the hell was an elves?

She's seemed legitimate so far, but it's a pretty big leap from glowing trees and genetic mutations. Everything else, he can rationalize.

Murphy laughs at himself in some quick huffs of breath, waiting for a few long seconds before he can even gather a response, and proceeds to compartmentalize exactly the opposite of what Ino has just advised him to do.]

Nah, I get it now. Screw with the new guy, right?

[ He gets a long, flat stare through the camera ]

I'm not screwing with you. It's the truth.

[Take a screenshot, it lasts longer!!]

You are literally asking me to believe in magic right now.

Because it's literally a real thing that exists here?

Seriously. Ask around. People will be happy to show it off to you.

video ♟ first complaint

Video;

Video;

Video;

Video;

Video;

Video;

Video;

Video;

Video;

Video;