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Arrival broadcast!

Who: Bigby Wolf and ALL OF YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva (who knows where it will go)
When: ... now?

[The broadcast begins before he's really awake.

He is a scruffy man of difficult to determine age, wearing black pants, a white (ish) shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a black tie that seems redundant since it's loose and his shirt isn't buttoned to the collar anyway.

He comes awake with a deep inhale and eyes flying open, flicking around him. They're perfectly normal brown eyes that lock onto the communicator fast.

Rolling from the bed, he vanishes from view. There's some muttered cursing, sneezing and then the click of a lighter.

When he comes back into view, the cigarette is tucked into his mouth with ages old familiarity.]

I better be able to fucking get more cigarettes on this tin can.

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[ Elize notices Bigby when she makes her way to the living area. Honestly, she was hoping not to run into him. That's hard when they're all on the Marsiva. She heard him over the communicator earlier and already, she thinks he's intimidating. ]

Um...

[ Don't stare, don't stare. Okay, she's going to stare. But if he looks her way, she'll quickly look down at the floor. ]

[He's not smoking now. He finished his cigarette and decided to hang onto the rest until he knows he can get more in this weirdass place.

He's busy glowering at the world as he moves slowly through the ship, but his expression softens when he sees Elize. He's not a monster, he doesn't actually aim to scare children ~~anymore~~.]

Hey, kid. You know where a guy can get food and smokes?

Huh?

[ She tenses up and quickly raises her head upon hearing that she's being addressed. He's just asking a simple question, no need to be frightened, right? Right. ]

Food, but... not smokes? I can show you to the kitchen if you'd like.

[He gives her a short nod and stands up straight. He's not really a big guy, reaching only five foot eight.]

Thanks. Your parents here with you?

You're welcome. And yes. My... father is here.

[ Not blood-related, but he didn't ask. Cullen is real family to her. She turns, starting towards the direction of the kitchen. ]

[He follows after her, a little more relaxed that she wasn't here on her own.]

Good. Kids shouldn't be left to fend for themselves.

Yeah, keep thinkin' that, but while ya at it, might I suggest ya consider makin' ya stash of them last as long as possible. [As a fellow smoker Remy knew the pain all too well, having to ration his own supply firstly down to one a day, then to one every third day, then one a week. Now, now he was struggling through even less than that, planning to save his last one for a special time.

It was not easy, but luckily there was coffee to help take the edge of it, though he wished he had gum to help out with the cravings.]

[Normally, Bigby does a better job at smothering his natural behavior, but he's stressed and unhappy and the sharp movements and gaze are definitely closer to a predator than regular, crazy guy.]

No. I need them if they want me to live in an enclosed space with so many fucking people.

[Yeah, Remy didn't like that look, it was a little too close to a certain ex-teammate, and he had enough of Sabertooth the last time he worked with him,. He didn't want to be around someone as violent as that man again. But for now he kept civil, no reason to judge Bigby so soon, hell, who wouldn't be grumpy waking up in a place like this the first time around?]

That may be so, but so far I haven't found a source m'self. [Remy pausing to fish out his own carton, holding it open to show only three left inside.] So tell ya what, let me know if ya ever find one so I can restock m'self, it's been a long ride so far 'nd don't look like it gettin' 'ny shorter.

[Maybe less Sabertooth and a bit more Wolverine. There's something slightly wolfish about his movements. But, still, predatory.

That drops when he sees the nearly empty container. He shoves his face in his hands and just seems like a very tired man.]

Fuck. Fucking fuck when I fucking find whoever the fuck is denying me smokes I'm going to rip their fucking arm off and shove it where the sun don't shine.

[It might sound more threatening if he wasn't just mumbling into his hands. He looks back to the screen and huffs slightly.]

Shit. I have twelve. But I've been promised they're the worst fucking cigarettes in the world and you probably don't want one.

Hate to be the bearer of bad news mon ami, but be tough times 'round here for smokers. Don't even have 'ny chewin' gum 'round the place to help with the cravin's.

[Although, that was an interesting through and a possibly chance to get some.] 'though if 'ny of the sponsors out there be listenin', I be more than happy to promote ya product for a shipment of it, just drop it off at the Wonderduck, when we get out of this current merde that be.

[Remy then refocused on Bigby.] I would normally offer to share, but considerin' they be a rare currency 'round here, goin' to hoard onto mine as long as I can. Been told that now 'nd then we do get a chance to stop off on planets, might be lucky 'nd find a supply at the next port we find, that or ya goin' to have to get 'nventive with what ya wrappin' in ya papers.

If it helps, where ya be now does have coffee, so make the most of that, not all of the ships have it. 'nd got a few of the guys talkin' 'bout openin' up bars, so hopefully alcohol will be back on the menu soon too.

It's not the cravings. I don't get them. It's the smell.

[This place smells. Of too many things, all at once and he hates it. He could get used to it, probably, but it'll be an uncomfortable experience.]

Shit. People here can probably be affected by the smoke, right?

[It's not an issue with Fables. But these are mostly Mundys. And Mundys can get sick.]

Coffee is always good, but not much help for the smells. They got a decent whiskey on board?

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