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driftfleet2016-01-12 09:17 pm
bludicrous) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-12 09:17 pm
Entry tags:
vid/action
Who: michael j. caboose + whoever wants to engage this mess
Broadcast: the entire fleet, unfortunately
Action: marsiva
When: now!
[there is a guy(?) in the helmet of a space marine staring into the screen. once he's certain it's on, he backs up, and yeah-- dude is in full armor. given the attire, it might look like he's about to say something serious. and then he actually starts speaking.]
I am on TV! I am on TV! Look! Ah! Hellooooooo! [cue waving his arms around like a fool]
Um!! Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today... I would like to thank the academy. And, uhhh, Church. My best friend. Without my best friend, I never would have gotten this far! I would also like to thank Taco Tuesdays. Oh, and that reminds me-- salsa. THANK YOU TO WHATEVER PLANET FOR CREATING SALSA.
The end. Closing time. Good night and good luck, America!
[if your character wants to find him in-person, it's not hard. he's the rather large pile of armor shouting at his communicator, which is placed on a nearby chair.]
Broadcast: the entire fleet, unfortunately
Action: marsiva
When: now!
[there is a guy(?) in the helmet of a space marine staring into the screen. once he's certain it's on, he backs up, and yeah-- dude is in full armor. given the attire, it might look like he's about to say something serious. and then he actually starts speaking.]
I am on TV! I am on TV! Look! Ah! Hellooooooo! [cue waving his arms around like a fool]
Um!! Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today... I would like to thank the academy. And, uhhh, Church. My best friend. Without my best friend, I never would have gotten this far! I would also like to thank Taco Tuesdays. Oh, and that reminds me-- salsa. THANK YOU TO WHATEVER PLANET FOR CREATING SALSA.
The end. Closing time. Good night and good luck, America!
[if your character wants to find him in-person, it's not hard. he's the rather large pile of armor shouting at his communicator, which is placed on a nearby chair.]
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Hello! Your hair is really big and fluffy.
[............ he's used to helmet hair]
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[Whatever she'd been expecting from an armored figure on a space ship, that....was not it.
Her startled expression turns into a slightly bemused smile]
I...suppose it is. I'm Jilly.
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[He stomps right up to her, swinging a hand out to shake. Like it's no big deal that he's, like, almost seven feet tall in this massive thing of armor.
And yes he just called her "Jelly".]
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But whether it was an overly friendly dog or a soldier towering almost two feet over her head, she couldn't help but take a quick step back when he barreled forward. It's difficult for her to keep it from being more than just one, and even then she can't help but release a held breath when he comes to an abrupt (and very close) stop.
She doesn't take his hand properly (he doesn't seem like the kind to be fully aware of his strength, and she likes her hands uncrushed), but she puts one hand on top of his in a faux greeting]
Nice to meet you...Caboose. [she's heard weirder, though a small part of her can't help but wonder if maybe he'd gotten his own name wrong, too. Not that she'd ask]
How long have you been here? [she'll be very surprised if he isn't yet another "participant" in...whatever this is.]
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Ummmm about twenty minutes.
Do you think that that is long enough for a show to be going without any commercials? I wonder if we have to make the commercials. Oh! I want to be the one with the big pitcher of juice that breaks through walls! Or the one with the football. [Yes you know the one. The one with the football.]
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The rest, though, catches her off guard] Make our own.....
[Oh. Oh. Um...
She gives a small laugh] I...think they can probably make their own commercials, actually.
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[...]
You might not want to be the Kool-Aid man here, though. If you crash through the wrong wall, that might be deadly. Maybe stick to...[she wracks her brain, trying to think of a genre of commercials that won't get them accidentally trampled or killed]...cleaning products?
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Yes. Well. Um. What if... there were... people... watching... [He points at the communicator behind him,] who... did not know what a "Kool-Aid man" was.
Maybe you should explain it to them. Using very small and easy-to-understand words.
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And she does her best not to exaggerate the movement when she turns to look at the communicator]
The Kool-Aid man is a big pitcher of juice with a smile. He crashes through walls and surprises thirsty people with juice and makes them happy.
[she's assuming that's what he meant by juice-man, anyway. If not, she might have just created a monster. But, either way, she does look at him with a rather pointed look as she says the last bit] But the walls on a space ship keep the air in. If someone broke a wall here, they'd let the air out.
[...
just in case]
And that would be bad.
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I mean. Yes. I knew that. Haha.
[..............]
Why would it be bad? It is not good to keep all the air in one thing forever. Because then you will start to suffocate! I did that once. For awhile. [sounding rather upbeat about it]
1/4
Well...
[Somehow, even with finding herself magically kidnapped into space, this wasn't how she'd imagined her day would go]
2/4
No. Too complicated.]
3/4
[The walls of the ship keep the air trapped inside. If they broke, the air would run away.
Maybe.
Except...she can't help remember Zinc and his insistence on "freeing" bikes chained along the street. If Caboose got it into his head to "free" the air...?
Maybe not.]
Done dkfjsjl
There are air thieves waiting outside the ship. The walls keep them out and keep the air safe, but if they broke, our air would get stolen away. And then we wouldn't be able to breathe.
[...]
For more than awhile.
[that was kinda true, right? If you looked at science sideways and squinted a bit?
....right. If lying really was a sin, she was so going to hell]
omg
Why would you want to steal air! That is not even profitable!
Well in that case I will not break down any walls. Mm. Yes. I will be a Scrubbing Bubble instead. And you can play the role of Scrubbing Bubble #2.
I'M SO SORRY. LMAO
Totally going to hell.
Of course, then he continues and...well..
She hasn't found any paper or paints to pass the time and, really, she was the one who suggested cleaning supplies.]
...Scrubbing Bubble #2, reporting for duty.
never apologize
Hey Jelly I do not actually want to be a Scrubbing Bubble because I do not want to clean anything.
<3
That was a pretty good sales pitch. You've probably earned a break.
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[He turns... looking up and down the hallway. Then up and down it again, sort of bouncing on his heels, which looks absolutely ridiculous when a guy in that kind of armor is doing it.]
Um... Jelly, where is the break room. And is there a microwave. Because I am not allowed to operate those or even be near one.
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No microwave [though that is...good to know. She tilts her head in the direction of the kitchen] I'll show you.
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[He scoots up and gets directlyfuckingbehind her to follow like some kind of massive duckling. All the while, he's going to be muttering:]
Follow, follow, follow...