Arrival broadcast!

[bb_wolf]

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.

Comments

[bb_wolf]

... I have a keen sense of smell. Some people have eagle eyes or some shit, I've got an overactive sense of smell.

[Obfuscation comes too naturally.He's not quite willing to divulge his nature to strangers yet.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris pulls a face, he's not convinced. ]

Then you are fortunate. Most of the smells here are non-existent. One of the benefits of living in space, I suppose.

[bb_wolf]

Except for the people. And the ship. And the stuff in the ship.

Shit. I'm going to need a smoke. A lot. And I have fucking twelve left.

[wolfuncaged]

Then you had best hope we are free of the Marsiva soon, and that we come across a planet or waystation that can provide for you.

[bb_wolf]

Fuck. I hate fucking hope, flimsy fucking thing to rely on.

[wolfuncaged]

It absolutely is, but it's one of the few things you'll have here.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby doesn't trust hope. He trusts teeth and claws and centuries of animal cunning. None of which is really helpful here.]

Fuck.

[wolfuncaged]

[Sorry, man. Life sucks on the Fleet, sure does.]

If I were you, I'd be frugal with your last few.

[bb_wolf]

Yeah. Got that from the other smoker I spoke to.

I reiterate.

Fuck.

[wolfuncaged]

At least it could be considerably worse.

[bb_wolf]

I know that. It's still annoying as shit.

Least we get fed.

[wolfuncaged]

True, we don't starve.

...Yet.

[bb_wolf]

There's always plenty of other passengers if we get too hungry.

[wolfuncaged]

[Dude. Dude NO. ]

...You want to... eat the other passengers?

[bb_wolf]

It was a joke.

[It really was, he just had a tendency to deadpan his humour.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Flatly. ]

It was not a very funny one.

[bb_wolf]

Eh.

[Blue would've laughed. Fuck, even Gren and Holly might've laughed.]

[wolfuncaged]

[AWKWARD SILENCE. ]

...Well. Good luck in your search.

[bb_wolf]

[Yup. That's a conversation he could do with not revisiting.]

Thanks.

[Merciful god, hang up.]

[wolfuncaged]

[And off he goes. Giving Bigby a wonderful and thrilling conversation but at least it didn't end in violence so bonus points. ]