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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
┬┴┬┴┤( ͡°_├┬┴┬┴

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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[ Wow. Were you raised in a barn, Newt? When someone is speaking to you, you answer the question!!!!

She steps in to sort of ... separate Suzie from Newt, before channeling her Hamon into the floor below them. It causes one of the tiles to pop up violently under Newt's feet, hopefully knocking him to the ground. ]

[Newt fair yelps as the tile pops up under him, sending him, yes indeed, crashing to the floor. He lands on his back without an inch of grace to speak of, head knocking painfully into the tile floor. For half a moment he's dazed because what the hell just happened, but he'll be making an attempt to sit up in a hot second and probably complain really loudly]

[ Good. This guy is clearly not the fighting type, so she'll have no problem dealing with him if he decides to get out of line.

She'll try again. ]

I asked you a question. What do you think you're doing?

[nope definitely 100% not the fighting type in any way, shape or form. Just a scrappy little scarred dude who looks like he seriously needs to eat a sandwich. But he's sitting up, slowly, rubbing the back of his head with a wince]

What the hell was that? [he's glaring down at the tile which moved mysteriously and violently under his feet not a moment ago. And he shifts his attention up to Lisa Lisa, eyes narrowed suspiciously] Did you do that?

If you answer my question, perhaps I will deign to answer yours.

Now, this will be the last time I ask: What do you think you are doing?

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