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driftfleet2015-11-26 06:04 pm
stagstorm) wrote in driftfleet2015-11-26 06:04 pm
Bobby B - One
Who: Robert Baratheon
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: The Marsiva
When: Soon.
[The camera catches view of a man who is as thick as he is tall standing in front of the massive windows that separate the safety of the Marsiva from the inhospitable void of space on the other side of it. For many, this would be a breathtaking view of the cosmos. The King saw it only as a nuisance. Dressed in rich silk and velvet with a antlered crown on his head, Robert Baratheon was no man to be toyed with and he was eager to be free, even if he could not fully comprehend what he was seeing. He had never been a learned man and the concept of space itself was so far beyond his sphere of experience. He saw nothing but a night sky and though he could not see the ground, that only posed a problem to be solved later.
Later meaning after he had broken through the glass with a chair that he had caused significant damage to by beating it repeatedly against the window. With each thrust he roared in something between fury and excitement.]
That's right! Try and cage me, you bastards! Do you think this metal prison can hold me? Come now! Have at me!
[Yet for all his bravado and effort, the window did not even crack. Besides that, he was not so fit as he was in his youth. Winded and exhausted, he eventually righted the dented chair so he could sit on it instead. Only then did he turn his attention back to the communicator. He could not say why or how, but he understood that it was meant for communicating. He twisted in his hands a few times before deciding to play the fool and speak into it.]
...well? Does this damned bloody thing work or not?
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: The Marsiva
When: Soon.
[The camera catches view of a man who is as thick as he is tall standing in front of the massive windows that separate the safety of the Marsiva from the inhospitable void of space on the other side of it. For many, this would be a breathtaking view of the cosmos. The King saw it only as a nuisance. Dressed in rich silk and velvet with a antlered crown on his head, Robert Baratheon was no man to be toyed with and he was eager to be free, even if he could not fully comprehend what he was seeing. He had never been a learned man and the concept of space itself was so far beyond his sphere of experience. He saw nothing but a night sky and though he could not see the ground, that only posed a problem to be solved later.
Later meaning after he had broken through the glass with a chair that he had caused significant damage to by beating it repeatedly against the window. With each thrust he roared in something between fury and excitement.]
That's right! Try and cage me, you bastards! Do you think this metal prison can hold me? Come now! Have at me!
[Yet for all his bravado and effort, the window did not even crack. Besides that, he was not so fit as he was in his youth. Winded and exhausted, he eventually righted the dented chair so he could sit on it instead. Only then did he turn his attention back to the communicator. He could not say why or how, but he understood that it was meant for communicating. He twisted in his hands a few times before deciding to play the fool and speak into it.]
...well? Does this damned bloody thing work or not?
video;
It's across the room. You should see a place set up with tables and chairs by some large metal boxes. [Fridges. Maybe.]
video;
It makes for a piss poor kitchen. [He's been known to sneak into kitchens before, but those were places where food was always out and in sight. This seemed empty in contrast.] Is there no ale to drink?
video;
[She's not defending the damn place, it's just her honest opinion.]
No alcohol, just deal with it. Go to one of the two boxes on the right, take the handle, and pull towards you.
video;
None? Then where do I find it? It's a steady drink I need. The food will keep.
video;
[A sigh. Ugh, you lush.]
Just pull the handle.
video;
[Still, he pulls the handle and lo and behold, he is greeted to the contents of a refrigerator. There is absolutely nothing that looks like food to him, which is unsurprisingly given the distinct lack of plastic wrappers in Westeros.]
Well? It's bloody cold in there. What of it?
video;
[Octavia snorts, almost wishing she could go over there and slap him upside the back of his head.]
There's food. Open a drawer on the bottom, and you might find something else. Who knows.
video;
What am I to do with this? I've no use for lumps of steel.
[He doesn't even bother picking them up to see they don't weigh as much as metal would. At best, he could use them as projectiles. But he would need a target first.]
video;
Listen, dumb ass, I'm trying to help you, but you're making it damn hard with your attitude. I don't know or care what messed up world you're from, but here you won't get far at all if you keep treating the women the way you are. In fact, my money'd be on you being dead before the next month's up.
[Octavia reaches for her communicator, all but growling.]
Unwrap them, the foil's just to keep it wrapped. You can eat what's inside. Try not to break too much.
[And she ends the feed.]
video;
You would learn to mind your tongue, girl. If it's chivalry you want from me, you might act the part a lady.
[Still, he collects the foil and unwraps it awkwardly. What he sees inside scarcely looks appetizing, but it does smell something like food. He is in no rush to try to eat it. But... he will. Eventually.]