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Who: Suzie, Newt, and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: For the Marsiva!
When: Friday, December 4!

PRE-POST ACTION:

[so here’s Newt. Newt is this bitty 5’ 7” guy who looks way scarier than he actually is because of some intense Heath-Ledger-Joker!facial scars. Unfortunately, upon awakening, Newt did so in a way that was so violent, it knocked his communicator off and to the ground. So now, after discovering that he is no longer in post-apocalyptic earth but rather IN SPACE and also his other half/drift partner/boyfriend????/who knows is not currently in the same area as him, is now trying to figure out how he can communicate perhaps with someone outside this deck-area-thing??? He doesn’t know what it is. He doesn’t particularly care. He’s just interested in finding Hermann. So after being unable to find his cell phone, he’s going to set eyes on the next person who has any sort of communication device and make a beeline for them]

[As it happens, “the next person in question” is one Suzie Quatro, who has been spending her long week on the Marsiva doing everything she can to keep from being horrendously bored, and who has at this moment decided to go about precisely that by working on a very serious and absolutely vital pursuit: getting really good at emojis.]

[any other time, Newt might’ve considered this a worthy pursuit. Emojis are, after all, an essential part of human communication (also, they annoy Hermann a lot.) Currently, though, he’s a bit too focused on previous goals to even wonder what she’s doing. So he’s going to peer over her shoulder at the device, inviting himself right into her space hi Suzie]

Hey, so is that some sort of communication device that broadcasts to a whole network of people?

[And predictably, Suzie practically jumps out of her skin, having been distracted by her very serious emoji work and consequently not expecting someone to be SUDDENLY RIGHT THERE HOLY SHIT HELLO.]

Ahh!

[And in her surprise, she proceeds to fumble the aforementioned communication device right onto the floor like a pro.]

[Newt can’t help but jolt as Suzie does, letting out a yelp himself and startling back half a step. It’s reflex, mostly, but once he realizes there actually isn’t a threat, he does notice the comm on the ground. At which point he stoops to grab it and starts fiddling with it. Unfortunately, that means the first couple lines of Suzie’s emojis get posted before he manages to flip the video on…]

FLEETWIDE TEXT:

σ(≧ε≦ｏ)
＼（＾▽＾）／
(´｡✪ω✪｡｀)
（ʃƪ＾3＾) ｡ﾟ+.✧♡
───==≡≡ΣΣ(っ´▽｀)っ
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FLEETWIDE VIDEO:

[—except then suddenly VIDEO and hi here is Newt’s face peering into the camera]

Hello—is this thing working? Hey, if this is on, I’m looking for Hermann Gottlieb. Hermann, if you’re here—

H-Hey! Stop it, give that back! You can’t just — that’s not yours, I was using that! Give it back!

[Uh-oh. Sounds like someone offscreen is not altogether happy about having her serious business interrupted. Or her comm stolen, for that matter.]

[Newt’s scowling, not looking up from the com as he turns his back on Suzie, a probably futile effort to keep the comm in his hands that much longer]

Just hold on a minute, lady! This is important, jeez. [totally dismissive omg Newt no]

That doesn’t mean you can just take things that don’t belong to you! Smettila!

[And the video proceeds to shake all over the place as what is presumably a juvenile-grade scuffle ensues, and somewhere in there the video proceeds to switch off.]

[OOC: As evidenced by the...everything, this is a joint post between Newt and Suzie! Feel free to happen upon them kindergarten-slapfighting over Suzie's comm if you're on the Marsiva, OR respond to them via the comms! Please note that for the moment, though responses may come from either of our journals, ICly they will all be from Suzie's ID, since it's her comm being used (and bickered over!). o/]

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You're going to want to drop that, lad.

[VIDEO SWINGING WIDLY BECAUSE OF SCUFFLING HAPPENING] Not--until--[grunting because TRYING TO HOLD ON TO THE COM]--I--find--Hermann!!

No one by that name on the Fleet.

Would he be proud of you at the moment, do you think?

No one? [and he's shifting so he can peer straight into the com, even as it still shakes because still fighting with Suzie here and he's using what is probably his last burst of strength to see who he's talking to] Are you sure? How do you know?

[totally ignoring that second half]

[She looks calm, serene. Not like she's going to kick his ass, which is probably a welcome change, even though the impression is not correct at all: she's seriously considering it.]

If you answer my question, I'll answer yours. Do you think he'd be proud of you, taking advantage of someone else's weakness?

Dude, if you think this woman is weak--[and Newt squawks as the video is yanked again--and he's starting to lose his hold on it]--then I dunno what planet you're on!

She's new. She's got just as few answers as you do. She's probably frightened and confused just like you are.

But all right, taking your point: would he be proud of you, taking advantage of anyone?

[Speaking of yanking on the comm —]

I'm all right! I'm all right...

[It feels like she's saying this a lot at the moment, but you know.]

He's just — being — awful —

[Each of these pauses is probably punctuated by either a yank or a well-placed elbow.]

[Oh, hello. Conversationally:]

Did you know that the eyes are one of the weakest points on the human body? Try with your thumbs, go on.

[...U M]

W-What...?

Poke him in the eyes with your thumbs. He'll drop your comm.

Or knee him in the socks if he's not too tall, I can't really tell from here.

[serene.]

...Isn't that going to put his eye out? For good?

Well, don't push as hard as you can. Just enough that he'll back off - which he will damn quick, trust me.

If you don't want to take the chance, though, just use your knee.

...Um.

Who is this?

[thank you for this unusually specific insight into fuckin' people up, random stranger.]

Maladict. Mal. Captain of the Caprine.

[And also a vampire, but when we are feeling particularly tactful, we don't introduce ourselves that way, do we, Mal? Do we.]

You know my first mate.

[Oh! Caprine, absolutely, that rings a bell, all right.]

Oh! That's right — he mentioned you! That's Jojo, he's the one on the Caprine! He said he knew someone named Mal, you...um, like to use the intercom!

[Whoops, okay. There goes tact, here comes smirking. They're similar? No.]

I do like to use the intercom. It's the most efficient way to be very loud, so that he can hear me over the sound of all the nothing he's doing.

That's just Jojo for you, though.

[...]

Um, what does he do on the ship? Supposed to do, I mean?

Oh, this and that.

[A beat.]

Flies the thing, actually. He's competent when his head's in the game.

[He's her fave.]

...

[oh my god]

HE'S SLACKING OFF ON FLYING YOUR SHIP?!

[eheheheheheh]

He doesn't always slack off. Just when he's eating, or reading, or talking to people . . .

[Which is most of the time.]

...Isn't that all of the time?

[SUZIE]

Oh, no.

[......]

Sometimes he's asleep.

...Who flies the ship when he's asleep?

It goes on autopilot. But I don't particularly trust autopilot, Atroma set it, and - Atroma's Atroma.