The Former Maxwell // Milla (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2014-12-13 06:25 pm
retconciled) wrote in driftfleet2014-12-13 06:25 pm
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Who: Milla
Broadcast: Open video!
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: December 13th
[Milla looks unhappy. Get used to that look, you're going to be seeing it a lot. She's outside her office and points the camera at the door where a plate reads "Milla Maxwell" and then nudges the door open to show a small couch, a desk and some chairs.]
So what the hell do I do with this anyway? And where is the food? You know, actual food? Food people eat, not this gross whatever it is! I want to make soup... And what about a tomato omelette?
[She makes a frustrated noise and goes into the office, leaving the door open and flopping on the couch. She keeps the communicator above her.]
Listen just tell me who do I contact to go back to dying? [Dryly:] At least the miasma didn't have flavoured jellies for meals.
[Yeah she's sore about everything. She drops the communicator on her chest - someone might want to tell her about where that's pointing - and chooses to sulk on her couch.]
Broadcast: Open video!
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: December 13th
[Milla looks unhappy. Get used to that look, you're going to be seeing it a lot. She's outside her office and points the camera at the door where a plate reads "Milla Maxwell" and then nudges the door open to show a small couch, a desk and some chairs.]
So what the hell do I do with this anyway? And where is the food? You know, actual food? Food people eat, not this gross whatever it is! I want to make soup... And what about a tomato omelette?
[She makes a frustrated noise and goes into the office, leaving the door open and flopping on the couch. She keeps the communicator above her.]
Listen just tell me who do I contact to go back to dying? [Dryly:] At least the miasma didn't have flavoured jellies for meals.
[Yeah she's sore about everything. She drops the communicator on her chest - someone might want to tell her about where that's pointing - and chooses to sulk on her couch.]
voice;
L-Listen, this sort of thing didn't exist in my village. Hell, the idea of space at all is insane back home so this whole- whole thing is just-! It's crazy!
voice;
[...okay, maybe he is making fun of her.]