"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.]
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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...