driftfleet | Soooo, where are the space monsters?

Who: Newt & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: RIGHT NOW.

[ Awareness comes with a jerky start, Newt flinging himself upright with a very undignified noise. He brings his hands up to his face, trying to physically scrub awareness into his head. He's very much not a morning person. ~~Though what can really be considered morning anymore? It's all just 'waking up after sleep'.~~ He's not sure what it is exactly, but he slides his fingers open to venture a look around.

Color him surprised that he's not only not in his cluttered and tiny quarters, but he's also not on the ratty and very much used sofa thrown in the only amnesty space in his shared lab with Hermann. In fact, his surroundings aren't familiar in the least. It's been a long time since he's been able to admit that he's woken up in some place unfamiliar. Throwing his legs over the side of the cot, he jostles the communicator he hasn't discovered until now.

There is a collection of loud noises being broadcast as he shuffles around, drops the communicator on the ground, and picks it up again. Somehow, it's still broadcasting as audio.. Newt favors a look around, green eyes looking for one particular thing to focus on, though seemingly having trouble. That is until--]

Heilige Scheiße!!

[ The broadcast finally switches over to video as Newt all but runs to the observation deck, mouth agape and eyes absolutely sparkling. He's living the anime dream.

Curling his hand into a fist, he raps his knuckles on the window and decides this is very much real, though he still can't wrap his mind around it. Giant monsters invading earth through a rift in the middle of the ocean? Sure. Just-as giant robots in order to fight the giant monsters invading earth through a right in the middle of the ocean? Absolutely.
But space? Being in freaking space? He can't deal with the boyish glee and he lets out a whooping holler, punching the air like he's ten years old. ]

Hey, Hermann!! You've got to check this ou-- ….right. Uh. Herm? You there, dude? Or am I just.. talking to myself again? Please let there be Kaiju...

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Lucky you there ain't any.

Is your friend Hermann there with you, or?

Nnnnope. Doesn't look to be, and I don't hear him bitching, either.

[ Newt sounds neither here nor there about that fact. ]

What's a kaiju?

The biggest, most awe-inspiring pieces of biology Earth has ever had the pleasure-displeasure of knowing.

In layman's terms, "huge freaking monsters". But no two are the same in size or structure, so it's PRETTY COOL...

[ Jiii... ]

[ s i g h ]

Well, none of 'em here. You're aboard a ship called the Marsiva. The rest of us are in those small ships you see near you.

Yeah, kind of figured as much. Do we at least get interesting things that happen, or is it just a blanket of endless stars?

We're supposedly on a TV show.

Edited (why enter key, why must you) 2015-10-11 15:06 (UTC)

Neat! I always knew I had the face for TV. Suck on that, Ma.

You get kidnapped by aliens and all you can think of is how cool it is?

[ KIDS ?? ]

Hey, you can laugh or you can cry, right? This is like, my element. Kind of. I mean.. It can't be that bad, can it?

[ Wryly, ]

Most folks are a little more upset about the kidnapping.

[ a beat. ]

James Barnes. I've been here a few months. And you are?

Yeah, well. Lemons into lemonade. I'd be a little more pissed if it wasn't someplace cool like a space station.

Newton Geiszler. Just call me Newt. Should I call you Jimmy? Jim? Jamie? Or just the standard James?

[ His mouth twitches at Jimmy. Thank God for audio. ]

Jim is fine. Nice to meet you, Newt.

Yeah, same to you. Is everybody here so eager to talk to ya?

[ Hey, Jim. Let's play an exciting round of Newt's favorite game 'Let me find all your buttons'! ]

[ Dryly, ]

I'm a people person.

You do have that customer service sound to ya.

[ Can you hear the shit-eating grin, Jim? ]

[ The Sahara, Gobi, and Mojave have nothing on this tone. ]

Wow, a comedian.

Not one of my majors, but I do alright.

Send me tickets to your show when you get it.

[ Harrumph!! ]

Now if there's nothin' else pressin', Mr. Geiszler, I've got work to do.

Backstage passes and everything.

Aw, come on! I totally thought there was a connection between us- in which you call me Newt and not what my mother calls me.

Soooo, where are the space monsters?

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