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[eyeforaneye]

Who: Uchiha Sasuke
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Marsiva
When: This very moment.

(broadcast)

[ Sure there are bound to be the occasional less-than-thrilling broadcasts but this one may be a new low, with the camera focused in on a nondescript blob that turns out -- with some acquired distance -- to be a knee. The feed shakes then and there's the loud metallic tap tap of the device being knocked against the framework of one of the generic cots aboard the Marsiva. Tap. Tap. Tap. The only other sound is that of the painfully bland music in the background, without a word being spoken.

At least this inept user finally turns the communicator around to inspect it at another angle, granting any viewer a flash of dark and impractically spiked hair before the camera then focuses on equally shadowed eyes and a severe expression.

No, he's not going to panic. He probably already did that internally before he even tried to figure out the communicator less than successfully. Send aid. ]

(action)

[ Sasuke will be easy to encounter either sitting on that cot and fiddling with his communicator, exploring the bay thoroughly, or staring with incredible and difficult-to-read intensity out into the murky void of space. Godspeed. ]

Comments

me too tbh

[eyeforaneye]

I've received a summarized version of events. Whether that's enough information or not is yet to be seen. [ As usual, he won't know that until it's too late. His normal plan of going into things overconfident and under-cautious might not work out to his advantage this time... but that doesn't necessarily mean he won't anyway.

Old habits die hard. ]

[slushfund]

Ah, looks like we'll be shoved off on the veterans soon enough. —Not that I mind. There's more to learn that way.

[addendum unnecessary, he still feels the desire to assure himself verbally.]

Saturday's the shuffle. Excited?

[eyeforaneye]

Of course not. [ Perish the thought. ]

The welcome I've received here over the network alone tells me I already have a reputation built up. Dealing with it in person isn't going to be more pleasant.

[slushfund]

[thought perished.]

The network... now that you mention it, isn't it interesting? These things are dated very far back. Should be a more amusing read than your laundry list of fucking dislikes.

[read: you're a sour lemon.

onto important information.]

What sort of augment were you fitted with?

1/2

[eyeforaneye]

[ how dare you ]

2/2

[eyeforaneye]

[ MY DISLIKES ARE SO INTERESTING ]

I've noticed. Seems there's also the addition of media from different people's home worlds. Using that you may be able to ascertain who shares one with you before you even meet them.

... my augment's of no importance.

[slushfund]

Ya mean that literally, cowlick, or are you withholding information on me?

["no importance" my skinny, pale ass.]

I'll take my time finding the people from my own home world. That's not the most critical thing there is to do, just yet, but I'll assume y'know which a' your priorities should take precedence.

[eyeforaneye]

I mean it literally and I'm withholding information from you. Don't limit my possibilities.

My priorities right now don't come with as much discernment. I'm willing to take on whatever information I can gather and then decide later what's important and what isn't.

i typed <snail></snail> first

[slushfund]

So what's your current goal, then? [dubiously.] To hang around and wait?

I wish that were real code so badly

[eyeforaneye]

To formulate answers before charging ahead recklessly. It'd be stupid to do anything else.

[slushfund]

There's nowhere to charge. All we have to do is sit here idly until the shuffle.

[obviously things like that take some time; hiruma doesn't plan on going in blind.]

...

I don't want to share a damn room.

[SIGHS.]

[eyeforaneye]

[ Sasuke'd be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about that some too, expression souring despite himself. ]

Some of the ships seem to house private quarters, but I don't know which specifically.

[slushfund]

Well, worst case scenario I'll be looking for an introvert to bunk up with.

[worst case scenario.]

In the meantime, I hope you don't fuckin' snore.

[eyeforaneye]

I am not sharing a bunk with you regardless of introversion.

...

And I have no way of knowing if I snore or not.

[slushfund]

Oh, I'll let you know.

[with banshee shrieking in the middle of the night...]

Can't tell what time it is by looking out the damn windows, anymore. There's no fucking way my sleep schedule is gonna match up with yours, anyway.

[eyeforaneye]

I don't operate on a schedule.

[ Which just reinforces what Hiruma's saying, wanting to cross his arms to emphasize his point, but...

Being one-armed makes it harder to seem disapproving. Predictably, he disapproves. ] There's no point trying to establish one before we've settled elsewhere anyway.