1st shuffle, 2nd deal
Jun. 8th, 2017 07:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Who: Remy and open.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva.
When: Until ship placement.
[This was not his bunk, and he was not getting woken up in the manner he normally did; which was three hungry kitten voices complaining Remy hadn’t gotten up early enough to feed them. It was rather nice actually, getting to sleep in a bit without the sounds of others moving around the ship or pets bouncing around outside his door and running up and down the halls. Though if he thought about it, Remy would think it was all too quiet…
Peeking an eye open and letting it search around, he quickly recognized this as not his room on the Wonderduck, or Kirk’s on the Tourist. It was a room he hadn’t seen for quite some time; the Marsiva, and that, that didn’t make sense. Pushing himself upright to sit on the bunch, he ran a hand through his hair to try and move it into something resembling neatness while his other went searching for his com. Giving into his vanity and taking a moment to make sure he was semi presentable, he hit the buttons to send out a video.]
So, did I miss a notice or something ‘bout us switching up ships? Would be nice if they gave us some warnin’ rather than movin’ us ‘round places. Also ‘ssume m’ three brats be stored ‘way somewhere safe, guessin’ the pet clinic on here. 'til I know what's goin' on, think will be makin' most of the coffee on board.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva.
When: Until ship placement.
[This was not his bunk, and he was not getting woken up in the manner he normally did; which was three hungry kitten voices complaining Remy hadn’t gotten up early enough to feed them. It was rather nice actually, getting to sleep in a bit without the sounds of others moving around the ship or pets bouncing around outside his door and running up and down the halls. Though if he thought about it, Remy would think it was all too quiet…
Peeking an eye open and letting it search around, he quickly recognized this as not his room on the Wonderduck, or Kirk’s on the Tourist. It was a room he hadn’t seen for quite some time; the Marsiva, and that, that didn’t make sense. Pushing himself upright to sit on the bunch, he ran a hand through his hair to try and move it into something resembling neatness while his other went searching for his com. Giving into his vanity and taking a moment to make sure he was semi presentable, he hit the buttons to send out a video.]
So, did I miss a notice or something ‘bout us switching up ships? Would be nice if they gave us some warnin’ rather than movin’ us ‘round places. Also ‘ssume m’ three brats be stored ‘way somewhere safe, guessin’ the pet clinic on here. 'til I know what's goin' on, think will be makin' most of the coffee on board.