001 - Late & Long Hellos [OPEN]

[luckyescape]

Who: Freya Vaughn
Broadcast: Entire Fleet
Action: SS Heron, SS Iskaulit, maybe Marsiva
When: 14th – 21st –ish [Backdated a little.]

VIDEO | arrival | Backdated 14th

[Freya is not accustomed to waking up in strange places. Okay, that isn't completely true. She has woken up in strange places but she generally remembers how she gets there. She might be shaky and forgetful with names but sights and scents were always crystal clear. At first she smells metal, a lot of metal, and then her clothes.

When is the last time she had washed them? She opens her eyes, looking around and then closes her eyes again. When that doesn't work she shifts, wiggling a bit in the bed to moved something sharp that's stabbing her in the back. Oh! Her backpack is under her. That is not a great place for that. She wiggles again and looks a little bit like a fish on a bed.

Maybe she should get up? Yeah. Getting up sounds like a semblance of a plan; like 12% of a plan.

Freya is short and curvy. Her hair is long and messy, falling in wheat colored blond waves over her thin shoulders. She's wearing a black tank top, showing off the tattoos she has on her shoulder, arm, shoulder blade and then behind her ear. She's silent and calm for about ten minutes until a very loud voice is unknowingly broadcasted.]

Fuckerdoddledandy-

[The feed cuts.]

[Freya comes back with the video propped in her lap. She got the 411 and decides that she might as well continue to use the Skype function. It seems to be the trend, not that Freya makes a habit of following the cools kids of the space-ways. Not that Freya has ever been to space before.]

Okay, my creative swearing montage is over though it seriously needed background music like, Rocky style, Eye of the Tiger, or something.

[There is a decent pause before Freya continues again.]

So I got the details but I have a series of ridiculous questions and movie references to make. I also really want background music. If this is a TV show there should be background music. Anyone got an Ipod? I'll go as far back as a boom-box as long as it's small because, well, I'm small. I can hold up a penny for reference but I don't have one.

( SS HERON - ACTION )

( SS ISKAULT - ACTION )

(no subject)

[fightorflug]

Who: Flug, citizens of Drade and you!
Broadcast: Player's discretion
Action: The public areas and streets of Drade
When: Any day or night during the Yaugur system visit

[Daytime Pleasantries]
[It's the happiest the doctor has ever looked. Perhaps it comes as no surprise that the seemingly scopophobic plane enthusiast would feel at home among a mask-wearing air colony, but compared to Flug's typical gloomy disposition, the difference is striking; even the distant roars of the ever approaching mist entity determined to devour them all only evoked a slight pang of nostalgia for the Scientist. Nothing will wipe the smile off his hidden face.

Flug hums a jaunty tune to himself, sprawled out at a public table near a Cliffside where the locals are casting out their kites. Surrounding his person are many tiny bottles of paints and a few even tinier model aircrafts. While some are already painted, Flug appears to going for an even greater accuracy by repainting them with needle-like precision. He looks rather comical wearing a magnifying glass already over his goggles, but you can't argue with the results! Only one bag remains unopened, a flap of it folded over to reveal a few sparkly more child friendly looking craft supplies labeled with the number 5.0.5.

As engrossed as he is in his task, he doesn't look as though he'll mind your presence. On the adjacent table are assorted crafting supplies for traditional Drade DIY kite assembly set up by the locals, pass the glitter substitute!]

[Nighttime Terrors]
[Of course, Flug wouldn't be a villain if all his hobbies were quite so innocent. While it's true he enjoyed relaxing at that location, the kite flying cliffside provided a secondary perk: the perfect vantage point for viewing some of that areas prized vessels. If airships were comparable to cars than that 'speedboat' model on display was a porche. He could nearly scream. Flug wants it. Badly. He can't help himself!

Fortunately, it seems he isn't the only one. Years of criminal activity made it fairly easy to see when a heist is going down-- particularly with lower tier criminals. If Flug plays his cards right, he can simply intercept whenever the third party make their move and hang back while they do all the work for him. Textbook villainy! They should really add that into their Orientation series...

But not tonight. Flug stumbles and catches himself on the alley wall as a rumble down the street occurs. Something about the words, 'monster' and 'gas leak' are uttered. With so much of the island running on the fear-inducing vapors, accidents are bound to happen. The question is what. Curiosity may kill the cat, but Flug has already created life, hasn't he?... surely that cancels something out? It seems he'll get his answer when he turns the corner.]

OOC: A couple catchalls! Want an excuse to be affected by the mist? There are plenty of ways to accidentally catch a whiff! Are you the type to just roam the night? Ignore the mist and mingle instead. I'll gladly tailor a more specific scenario if you want to send me a PM.