kaijudrifting (
kaijudrifting) wrote in
driftfleet2015-10-07 08:07 pm
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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...
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.
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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He just sighs at the response to his language remark.]
Oh, he's that kind of friend, huh? I bet he's super serious and sometimes it's like he's allergic to fun.
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So, you got a name, or do I get the pleasure of coming up with one?
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But I might as well just tell you. The name's Wagner. Kurt... Wagner. [He says that with horrible attempt at being a German-sounding James Bond.]
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Good to meet you? Newt, huh? You know, that's funny. My nickname is Nightcrawler! Guess we're just a bunch of German animals...
[ooc: I'm canon blind but I'm okay with Newt knowing about the X-Men/fourth walling if you think he knows!]