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[airraid]

Who: some asshole joker.
Broadcast: video; fleetwide.
Action: the marsiva.
When: RIGHT NOW.

( BROADCAST ♦ if this is a hangover, i gotta stop drinking. )

( oh. this is – this is bad.

it takes him a second – maybe two, maybe more than that – to knock the fuzz out of his head ( and to realize that, at some point during his slumber, his hat had fallen off into the floor ), and sit upright on his cot, surveying his surroundings with the kind of scrutiny that comes from one too many nights spent trying to drink a krogan under the table and losing. normally, when he passes out drunk he wakes up in the same place he'd gone to sleep in or, at the very least, some universally familiar place that he can track from where he'd started.

this is neither of those things. and he's not all that happy about it.

it takes one look out those giant, crystal clear windows for him to come to the conclusion that yes, he's still in space, but no, he is most certainly not on the normandy, and you know what one thing has to happen for this one to lose his cool? take him away from his ship. and his commander. and –

he's so miffed and angry about this situation that he fumbles with his comm unit for a second – this isn't an omni-tool, what the hell!? – and while you all might have been watching from the very beginning, the audience is about to get a face full of beard and green eyes. ) Okay. I don't know what's going on here, but whoever's behind this has about two seconds before I –

( joker. you don't have anything you can possibly hope to threaten anyone with. a point which is made abundantly clear when he briefly checks his person and finds not only is he lacking his alliance uniform, he's lacking in pretty much everything. there's a small stretch of silence, and he huffs, decides to try again. )

Never mind, I'll let you ruminate on what I'm gonna do. Makes for a better threat that way. ( s i g h. you know, somewhere, shepard is thinking this is a riot, and who let you out of the cockpit, huh? ) Anyway –

Somebody wanna clue me in on where I am? 'Cause last time I checked, the Normandy doesn't have anything like this – ( waving an arm emphatically to encompass his surroundings, mhm ) – and I know my lady inside and out. This ain't her.

( an even smaller stretch of silence, and he drums fingers against his thigh when no immediate answer comes. ) Uh, I'm waiting. I don't know about you guys, but some of us have a war to get back to.

( ACTION ♦ at least this isn't watching buttons flash. )

( you know. just in case you want to run into him after he's squawked angrily at the network, had some time to cool down and is now meandering about the hospitality deck. checking things out. looking at the screens, out the windows … and basically being a grumpy piece of trash because he misses his ship. and shep.

he isn't in ship-shep shape.

this is a disaster. )

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[brokencopy]

I don't have a war to get back to, [he lies.]

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[airraid]

( what a lying liar you are. )

Well I do.

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[cpt_ressentiment]

[ Wow, he's angry. But... well, that's a pretty normal reaction to something like this, huh? ]

You're... probably not gonna like the answers you get. We're all kinda stuck here. They don't really seem to care about wars or anything going on wherever we all come from.

[ He gives a small, apologetic smile. ]

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[airraid]

( he's separated from his ship and his commanding officer. he has every right to be angry.

he'd be downright volatile if there wasn't a chance that he could. er. break a bone. cerberus upgrades only allow for so much, you know? if only he had access to some heavy bone weave ...

still, this kid doesn't deserve the brunt of his anger, so he tries to calm down a bit. deep, cleansing breaths, joker.

)

Sounds about par for the course of my life. ( rubbing at his face, nngh. ) What ship am I on? Or is it a station?

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[maschinenpistole]

You're now part of a fleet of ships that's a reality TV show. In space.

[ Beat. ... She points to her head. ]

Hat hair?

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[airraid]

( blink.

again.

and one mo' 'gain.

one hand goes to the top of his head immediately, and a few seconds' frantic search around his cot has him finding the lost hat. promptly putting it back in place.

hmph. ) Not everybody can wake up like this, y'know. ( joker. )

So I'm part of a what now?

[beardstrokes]

A war?

[ He's not Republic . . . must be a war in another galaxy. Isn't that disheartening. ]

I'm afraid, while the desire to leave is strong, it's not as easy as it looks.

[airraid]

( dare you say a galaxy far, far away?

you'd be right, though.

you guys got reapers where you are? )

Yeah, kind of a big one. ( only the biggest one ever. ) There's no desire to it, pal. It's duty. I didn't sign on to come out to be somebody that abandons his people. ( pause. ) Against my will or not.

( he'd told shepard he'd follow him into hell, hadn't he? he can't exactly do that if he's not there. )

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[falconing]

What makes your war more important than my war?

[ or, for that matter, your ship more important than his ship? but, you know. important things first.

also, han's war is over, but. you know. details. ]

'cause I'm betting a lot of people here have got better things to do than sit around on some reality holo-serial that nobody's watching.

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[airraid]

( and what makes YOUR war more important than HIS war? )

I dunno, are you trying to save Earth from a race of sentient alien machines? 'Cause if you're not, I'm preeeetty sure mine's more important. ( let's just not talk about comparing the normandy to the millennium falcon. that. we would be here forever.

IF YOUR WAR IS OVER WHY ARE YOU MAKING A FUSS!! )

Reality who'sa-- ( OH. he's got it. you got some weird lingo, bud. ) Look, anybody'll watch anything on the extranet. You'd be surprised.

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[imahologram]

Most of us are trying to escape, from what I can tell.

[She can't blame his irritation, but her own frustration at having been trapped here over a week now is leaching into her clipped words.]

It's not as simple as it seems. [A pause.] What war were you fighting?

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[airraid]

( let's just calm down, everyone, shall we? he's getting close to realizing that his irritation isn't going to get him anywhere, but it's still hard to keep a level head when there are people he cares about fighting a damned war and he isn't where he's supposed to be. )

Just the biggest one in the history of the galaxy. ( he rubs at his face, suddenly tired even though he's just woken up. ( adrenaline can only take you so far, you know. ) ) Us versus giant sentient alien robots. ( he tries for a smile, though it's a bit on the weak side. still, he gets points for trying, damn it. ) Nothing's ever all that simple, is it?

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[invigorates]

You are currently aboard the Marsiva, where all new arrivals are stationed until they are placed aboard one of the smaller ships in the Fleet. [ her voice is calm, almost practiced like she's done this before. his reaction to his new situation is all too familiar - most seem to respond the same upon waking up on the hospitality deck. ]

I am sorry that you were pulled from your home - and from your war - [ she frowns, the leylines across her cheeks glowing brighter for a split second. ] But there is little that can be done to return just yet.

[ a beat. ] Are you alright, by the way? Aside from the obvious.

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[airraid]

( how can everybody be so damned calm about this? unless they've been here for long enough that it's old news, in which case, why hasn't anyone figured out a way out of here yet?

he takes in a deep breath, lets it out in a solid whoosh. ) You're really damn calm for this kind of situation. ( raising a brow. ) So I'm gonna guess you're either from this ... part of the galaxy or wherever we are or you've been here long enough to not care. ( SHRUG! ) Yeah, I'm fine. Guess it's a good thing I don't get spacesick.

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[firstrebel]

[ Well, there's a lot to be gleaned from this particular broadcast, things like war - which Hera can relate to, even if it's not technically an all-out war yet where she comes from. But still.

Something else catches her attention - aside from the obvious 'yes we're all stuck here' kind of thing. ]

Is the Normandy your ship? It's not here, of course. We're in a different galaxy, somehow.

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[airraid]

( rest assured, sweetheart, that his is an all-out war. it's been years in the making, ever since shepard had touched the beacon on eden prime, and they're so close to taking back earth and ending it once and for all.

if he misses it, he's gonna be pissed.

but this girl's got the right idea; ask him about his ship, and it'll at least get his mind off of being irritated at the world. er. the galaxy? is that more fitting here? )

Mhm. Seen her through some shit, too, lemme tell you. More refits than I can even put a number to by now. ( well. she did explode once. that's where the sr-2 came in. but we don't talk about that. bad things happened back then. ) ... Damn it. Can't I ever just take a normal vacation? Maybe go chill on the Citadel for a while instead of being transported to a different damn galaxy?

( joker. your blood pressure, honey. )

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[fedupwithyourbull]

[Blake was watching this guy make his broadcast from the shadows, more than willing to let him get the information and see if she could learn it from him. Still, if she wants to get information without making much contact, she should probably at least talk to this guy.

She approaches nearly silently.]

The "Normandy"?

BLAKE! QUIETLY SQUEAKS WITH HAPPINESS!

[airraid]

( the broadcast and subsequent conversations are over when he finally notices her -- even when he's used to people ( who shall remain nameless cough shepard!! cough ) sneaking up on him. he regards her with raised brows that very nearly disappear underneath the hat that he's finally picked up off the floor and put back to rights. )

My ship.

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[mistyday]

[Surprise! He's not alone on the ship, not at all. Misty's at one of the windows looking out into space and the planet below, staring in rapturous wonder, her hands pressed against the glass and her fringed black shawl threatening to fall off of her. If she notices him, she doesn't say anything, just ... keeps softly singing:]

Been down one time
Been down two times
I'm never going back again

[Her voice is untrained, but pretty enough.]

oh this is gonna be fun.

[airraid]

( anyone that spends any time at all gazing out windows and singing to themselves deserves to be noticed. besides -- it's the one thing that stands out against the rest of the background noise, song amidst the beeps and blips of technology.

he listens for a minute, then approaches, crossing his arms over his chest. )

I think you're early for the talent show auditions. Unless you're giving 'em a free preview. ( hey, if they're on an extranet show ... might as well play the part, or something, right? )

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[lord_wizard]

[After years of this, Felix is a little of the 'where am I' routine, and with many people willing to step forward to walk him through the essentials, he skips ahead to other questions]

Why is it you sort always personify your ships as female?

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[airraid]

I don't make the rules, man. That's just how it goes.

( and when you talk about wanting to get your hands on an ample drive core, you don't really want to have that come off the wrong way, now do you? )

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[lostthebet]

[Feed opens to show a teal Exo with a black and red hooded cape.]

Yeah, so ... first off; you're not the only guy plucked from the middle of a conflict. Secondly, the people who you want to be yelling at aren't really paying attention. At least, not how you'd want them to.

Fortunately you've landed in a whole lot of misery-loves-company so at least you're among friends, unless you want to make it difficult then - [He shrugs] that's your choice.

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[airraid]

( well if you don't look interesting.

wait you're not a geth are you.

you'd better not be a geth.

he stares into the feed for a second, and then: ) So I'm hearing. Whoever's doing this has a hell of a knack for timing, huh? ( shrug. ) So, what ... I'm just gonna be stuck here until they get bored with me? 'Cause I'm not so sure I've got it in me to be boring.

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[tothefly]

Well, you're handling this better than most of you do.

[There is no flicker of amusement at all in this lady's face. None at all. Only the faintest hint of irony in her voice that you're probably imagining.]

Which war are you coming from?

[What, this isn't how most people small-talk?]

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[airraid]

I've got a good yoga regimen. Does wonders for my stress levels. ( oh for fuck's sake, here we go.

he's going to like you, nat. calling it now. )

There's more than one? ( he's been hearing about them, yeah, but he still doesn't think they're anything compared to his own. )

Ever heard of Reapers?

[sandhate]

[ he's sure you got all the important mind-breaking stuff already. ]

Is this ship an upgrade or a downgrade?

[airraid]

( good thinking there buddy.

but there's a thoughtful pause. )

Honestly, I don't know. While I'm inclined to say there aren't any ships better than the Normandy, I haven't checked this one out yet.

( and even then he still might be in denial. )