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.

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[Oh hey, someone else who hated the music enough to comment about it on their first address. Obviously this is someone Rogue needs to talk to.]

It doesn't stop. An' it doesn't change. Just blends from sound blob into another sterile sound blob. Gets a little fainter in the halls, but... [shrug.] No music at all on the other ships unless you've got somethin' with ya.

[Clearly this is the most important thing.]

"Feet stuff."

[He has so many questions.]

Would you prefer folk music? I could hum something. How do you feel about songs about milkmaids?

Wow.

[He would honestly rather get his fingernails pulled out again.]

Great idea. In fact, they should've come up with this idea back where I'm from. Oxygen would've lasted way longer if people were chucking themselves out the nearest airlock to escape 24/7 chakra strings.

Yeah. Mouth on. Like a stubby, disappointing blowy.

[hope he wanted more of those because that is mostly what he's getting]

Oh Gawd. [Rogue actually physically shudders in remembrance. Worst part of the kidnapping so far.]

Did ya get to the set with the chimes yet? It's just this xylophone with this little accent triangle... swear it felt like a decade 'fore that song was over.

[He doesn't even know what either of those ARE!! the joke is on you]

Yeah, sure. I don't already want to shoot myself in the face, why not add more to this - splendor?

[Let the record state that he took her up on this. She is blameless.]

[And also singing a passable version of Dabbling in the Dew.]

[That's not real, right?] Even I'm not this much of an asshole.

There's actual fun to do here, right? Or are my only options "behave" and "better myself"?

[Might depend on what he means by 'fun.' If what it looks like he may mean? Probably not. Still.]

Smile! You're on candid camera.

[A beat and then she realizes that reference is probably only going to be relevant to about 1 percent of the population she is likely to meet up here.

Then Rogue decides she doesn't care. It's the perfect flippant way to explain what's going - and it's shorter!]

Well, others have covered the music, but as far as grub goes... hope you like your food in cube form.

[They don't have things in his world like television and fun so it does go so far over his head. But he knows 'camera'. His head cocks back so he can check at the corners where he expects they'd be.]

Yeah, what about 'em? Aren't those, like - the very first step to Standard Ship Paranoia 101?

[100% of the problems Murphy has come across in his life have come of people misinterpreting his sarcasm and this is NO DIFFERENT!!]

Would-

[He looks unmistakably uncomfortable at first. He can't remember the last time he heard music that wasn't sung at a reception or at some candy-ass hormone bath of teenagers locked in a sweaty room for an hour. Is he supposed to enjoy this? Do people enjoy this stuff?? Was this- Like the voice itself was fine but everything else was very easy to stop enduring.]

Wow- can we not? Can you - stop with the - Yield. What- language is that even supposed to be?

Edited 2015-09-06 19:37 (UTC)

[Ick.]

If it's chewable, I've had worse.

[ She's used to complaining about the weapons being gone. She complained about it herself. And she's definitely heard and complained about the music herself, too. But -- ]

Uh ... cleansing rituals?

Edited 2015-09-07 00:16 (UTC)

[Ah, okay, this is clearly the worst person in the universe that Caesar is talking with right now. Everything has become very clear.]

Why is that your first assumption? [WHAT KIND OF WEIRD FOOT-OBSESSED WORLD DO YOU COME FROM]

[Well, Rogue's not too surprised that he didn't know what 'candid camera' was, but 'Standard Ship Paranoia' catches her attention. He's used to being on a ship? A space ship?]

Yeah... I guess it would be. Except it's not just goin' to the big security feed in the sky.

[Aw, man, she hates explaining this stuff.]

It's bein' fed out across their known universe. For entertainment purposes.

[Y U P]

It will be different once you get assigned to a ship.

You should probably be more upset at someone getting off on your feet while you're out, but alright.

[Wow, what, Rogue. What. Rogue, what, wow, what. He was just kidding about the kink thing before but now wow, what, Rogue.]

Gone are the days of drinking games and public executions for fun and profit, I guess. [NOT THAT HE'S COMPLAINING?] Now there's a whole wide world of watching people take naps and shits in space.

[If this is this clear then he demands some kind of identifying object; a worst person crown, belt, sash, and/or trophy will do.]

Why is that not your first assumption? What, have you had dreams about your toes in other places? Gross, man. You don't gotta share 'em with the class.

Sure. Or, I don't know. Whatever it's called when nameless strangers scrape a month of dirt and blood off you without asking or charging.

Probably the part where you all hold hands and make your vows and bond like real family or whatever, right? Yeah, I'm sure it'll be exciting stuff.

...Sure.

While I'm at it, I'll get pissed about the eye they replaced with an automated fake and the dance party they had over me while I was unconscious. And a whole bunch of other crap that wouldn't matter or exist because I made it up.

[ ... She looks a little taken aback. Because ew, Atroma, what the fuck. ]

Oh.

[ She got here clean, so she didn't notice a difference or have that happen to her. But if he had dirt and blood on him, the question is inevitable: ]

Were you -- I mean, are you hurt?

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