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driftfleet2015-09-14 02:45 pm
theboogieman) wrote in driftfleet2015-09-14 02:45 pm
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Who: Zhas and whoever wants in on this grumpy trainwreck.
Broadcast: None probably.
Action: All day every day.
When: Forward dated to the dust moon because SOMEONE (me) can't be patient.
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[gunning for the prestigious "first asshole to get irresponsibly drunk as soon as they land" award, there's this guy. he doesn't normally do this kind of thing, but it's been a spectacularly harrowing six months or so. he landed, took one look at this tiny town, and thought, "Nope. Not going to participate."
he has since been working hard to remove himself from the responsibility of being a functioning human being. is this a good idea? of course not. but he has reasons and he has a gnawing evil in his chest, and he'd love for one of them to just shut up for a while.
so, acquaintances will be surprised to find him out in the late evening, dressed up like a normal person and not covered in face paint. his eyes still have kind of a dim orange glow to them, but genetics can't be helped. anyone, friend or stranger, is welcome to find him either:
a. in the process of getting drunk (at the bar, hunched grumpily over his glass of bourbon)
b. getting into a fight (because the other guy... something... doesn't really matter anyway)
c. wandering the town streets (uncoordinated, content, and oblivious to a bad nosebleed)
on the bright side, the ratings he'll get from this will probably pay for his bar tab.]
Broadcast: None probably.
Action: All day every day.
When: Forward dated to the dust moon because SOMEONE (me) can't be patient.
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[gunning for the prestigious "first asshole to get irresponsibly drunk as soon as they land" award, there's this guy. he doesn't normally do this kind of thing, but it's been a spectacularly harrowing six months or so. he landed, took one look at this tiny town, and thought, "Nope. Not going to participate."
he has since been working hard to remove himself from the responsibility of being a functioning human being. is this a good idea? of course not. but he has reasons and he has a gnawing evil in his chest, and he'd love for one of them to just shut up for a while.
so, acquaintances will be surprised to find him out in the late evening, dressed up like a normal person and not covered in face paint. his eyes still have kind of a dim orange glow to them, but genetics can't be helped. anyone, friend or stranger, is welcome to find him either:
a. in the process of getting drunk (at the bar, hunched grumpily over his glass of bourbon)
b. getting into a fight (because the other guy... something... doesn't really matter anyway)
c. wandering the town streets (uncoordinated, content, and oblivious to a bad nosebleed)
on the bright side, the ratings he'll get from this will probably pay for his bar tab.]
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ah, but here we go. he's following. really. he's totally paying attention.]
Which ship is yours again...
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Which ship? [Zhas' question sinks in as they draw pretty near the side of the ship in question, and Megaman perks up.] Oh--we're the Golden! Right over there, see... [He vaguely gestures up to the gold crown emblazoned somewhere on the hull, just barely visible in the fading sunlight.] Not that we actually have anything fancy like crowns, haha...but that's what it's called! Though, there's still a lot of things that need fixing up right now, ever since that last attack...
[Drifting up to the cargo hold entrance, Megaman taps at the control panel on the side
or however this works waves hands vaguely, stepping into the brighter lights as the door folds itself open--but he's glancing over to Zhas as he speaks, now.] How about your ship, is it doing alright?