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driftfleet2015-11-19 12:20 pm
bb_wolf) wrote in driftfleet2015-11-19 12:20 pm
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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.
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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Every family got one?
[It's a bit of a relief. He doesn't want to leave Snow handling the government transition on her own.]
That's, something.
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'til then, well, try 'nd 'njoy yaself. Not much else there really to do after all.
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Shit. Well. Guess that's all there is to do.
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Give me a yell once ya get settled on a ship, can see if we can find those hommes tryin' to set up the bars, 'nd hopefully a way to fix our nicotine issue.
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[Slightly sore spot, being the smallest of seven.]
Sounds like a plan.
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