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driftfleet2015-11-20 09:11 pm
touchofrogue) wrote in driftfleet2015-11-20 09:11 pm
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.03 Were you dazzled by the same constellation?
Who: Rogue
Broadcast: Voice, Fleetwide
Action: Aboard the Marsiva
When: Tonight! Sometime after normal dinner hours.
[Bored. Bored. Bored.
Right, okay, so there was tension and so much suspicion and perhaps the ship falling apart and perhaps clues toward Atroma's past and specific directions to not look into suspicious circumstances (Ha!) but to bond with fellow passengers (double ha!) and real food and real coffee and actual sleep at night (vague or startlingly vivid dreams not withstanding, but... but it was like being a kid at the end of a long summer. You didn't want school to start up again. But Gawd, you needed something to do.
At least on the ship she had people to cook for, things to do -- same thing in Luceti. There was responsibilities, routine, some measure of purpose even if it was mostly self-imposed.
Here there was nothing except the blackness of space, the press of strangers, and of course -- all the mindless entertainment and access to punching bags a girl could want.
Rogue can be found making use of that punching bag, or flopped into one of the entertainment cubicles with a pile of questionable reading material beside her. She is clearly getting fed up with one of her favorite pass times - laughing at bad romances, muttering underneath her breath, until finally she makes a broadcast:]
Okay, if you're not bored you can just turn this off right now. There is absolutely no strategic value in what I'm going to say.
[She pauses a long moment and waits. Then continues:] But if ya are bored then maybe ya can relate ta wantin' ta lose yourself in a good book. Me too. But okay, I'm not sure I'm actually bored enough for this. [Rogue picks up a book and began reading at random.]
"Besides, friends don’t let friends drive drunk.”
“Drunk?”
"You’re intoxicated by my very presence.”
See, that'd be funny if it was sarcastic, or if she smacked him, but I'm not seein' it. An' then there's:
"I loved him with every cell in my body, every thought in my head, every feather in my wings, every breathe in my lungs. And air sacs."
Air sacs, people. Air sacs. Somebody's gotta help me out, I'm drowin' in this stuff here an' it's not even funny anymore. I either need someone ta come mock things with me, or -- I don't know. Has anyone tried pourin' soapy water on the floor an' goin' sliding yet? 'cause I think that might be my next step...
Broadcast: Voice, Fleetwide
Action: Aboard the Marsiva
When: Tonight! Sometime after normal dinner hours.
[Bored. Bored. Bored.
Right, okay, so there was tension and so much suspicion and perhaps the ship falling apart and perhaps clues toward Atroma's past and specific directions to not look into suspicious circumstances (Ha!) but to bond with fellow passengers (double ha!) and real food and real coffee and actual sleep at night (vague or startlingly vivid dreams not withstanding, but... but it was like being a kid at the end of a long summer. You didn't want school to start up again. But Gawd, you needed something to do.
At least on the ship she had people to cook for, things to do -- same thing in Luceti. There was responsibilities, routine, some measure of purpose even if it was mostly self-imposed.
Here there was nothing except the blackness of space, the press of strangers, and of course -- all the mindless entertainment and access to punching bags a girl could want.
Rogue can be found making use of that punching bag, or flopped into one of the entertainment cubicles with a pile of questionable reading material beside her. She is clearly getting fed up with one of her favorite pass times - laughing at bad romances, muttering underneath her breath, until finally she makes a broadcast:]
Okay, if you're not bored you can just turn this off right now. There is absolutely no strategic value in what I'm going to say.
[She pauses a long moment and waits. Then continues:] But if ya are bored then maybe ya can relate ta wantin' ta lose yourself in a good book. Me too. But okay, I'm not sure I'm actually bored enough for this. [Rogue picks up a book and began reading at random.]
"Besides, friends don’t let friends drive drunk.”
“Drunk?”
"You’re intoxicated by my very presence.”
See, that'd be funny if it was sarcastic, or if she smacked him, but I'm not seein' it. An' then there's:
"I loved him with every cell in my body, every thought in my head, every feather in my wings, every breathe in my lungs. And air sacs."
Air sacs, people. Air sacs. Somebody's gotta help me out, I'm drowin' in this stuff here an' it's not even funny anymore. I either need someone ta come mock things with me, or -- I don't know. Has anyone tried pourin' soapy water on the floor an' goin' sliding yet? 'cause I think that might be my next step...
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Boredom brought it out of her too. She paused a few feet away from him, and had to try to stifle a smile at the sight of him in his stocking feet, studying the floor as if it was a bank vault. ]
What's the verdict?
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[But that would have to wait until after a test run. Moving so his back was against the wall and so he could push off on it, guessing his socks would make him slide as he tries to pick up speed, Remy couldn't help one last comment before he went.] Ya'll catch me if I fall, won't ya chere? Give me first aid, mouth to mouth resuscitation, all that. [Yes, ok, he's too funny, isn't he?]
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Why don't ya try it an' find out? Hey, maybe if you're real lucky, I'll get the pony ta help out.
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[Back to the task at hand, pushing a foot off from the wall and give him a bit of starting propulsion, Remy let it help his run down the hall before letting his feet slide. And catch, and having to take a few steps to get his balance back before sliding a few more feet before again he felt grip pull at his socks and had to catch himself on his hands before he hit the ground. Using the momentum of the fall, he rolled himself over his shoulder, bringing him back to his feet and to a full stop. Turning back around to eye the ground, he let out a 'hmmm' at it all.] Don't think we can do this well without soap.
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Nah, but the fallin' bit was pretty good. Ya could do that again first, if ya wanted.
[And, okay, now that she's said it at least her eyes are amused, her scowl lighter.]
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Could always give it a shot.
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Although it would be more fun if they had to.]
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[Buuuut she starts taking off her shoes anyway.]
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Speak of the captain, and the captain will be there!]
Heeeey!
[He'll come running up now that he's close enough to call out without looking ridiculous. But with his shoes off, when he stops, he ends up going sliding a bit, arms pinwheeling before they're held out to get his balance until he comes to a full, real stop.]
... Here! I'm here!
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That quite an entrance. [For the most Remy was controlling a smirk at the pinwheeling, more than aware that might be him in the not to distant future with this all. Then again, this was all about fun and there was no reason to start this all out on the wrong foot. Thus, he reached a hand out to Clay.] Name's Remy.
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[He lets go of the hand, now glancing at Rogue.] Do you two know each other from your world, or is this a fleet thing?
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Oh, Remy an' I go way back. [And how weird was that to say?] We were in the same in between place too.
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It's a sad state of affairs when 'known for years' gets turned into some kinda compliment. [Tsk, tsk.] Ya must be starved for compliments.
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Well, I think you're cool. [Those eyes, man. Creepy, but cool.] But hey - in between place? Was it a place called Paradisa? [It's the only one he's heard of so far.]
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[Ugh, talking about Luceti. Hadn't she mentioned it to Clay before? She thought she had, but maybe that had just been a general post thing when she first arrived - had she even mentioned it by name before? She didn't know.] An' no, Clay. Not Paradisa.
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[And... wait, no, not Paradisa. That wasn't the only place he heard - it's just the one he's heard most. So he frowns, then squints and pokes the center of his forehead as he tries to think.]
No, wait, it was... You said it before - Lu... ceti, right? Something like that?
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[Before focusing on the question.] Oui, that it be. Luceti was... 'nterestin', but we also be from the same world, give or take a couple of months I think. [Before giving a semi-concerned glance to Rogue, hoping he hadn't accidentally stepped on or ruined whatever story she was telling others.]
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[Considering she was telling the truth but generously leaving off the whole 'almost blowing off my hand and kidnapping me' thing, he was fine. Except she was a little confused by what he said about the month difference.] Really? I thought we were from the same time. Right after New Orleans?
[Yup, listen to how casual this time comparison is. She's been out of Earth way too long.]
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Man, this whole time difference thing is always weird to think about... I mean, knowing that other people from different universes are from different times is easy enough to understand, but when they're from yours?
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