"captain" (???) michael j caboose (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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.]
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.]