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driftfleet2016-01-14 04:32 am
slushfund) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-14 04:32 am
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livin' like a washed-up celebrity
who: hiruma youichi and you
broadcast: video/action, fleetwide
action: marsiva's hospitality deck
when: january 14th, early evening
VIDEO
Greetings to you, fucking strangers!
[the enthusiastic voice of someone loud barks over the network feed, followed by wide eyes and jagged teeth. hiruma may sound like he's settled in, or like his appearance on the marsiva is a negligible event, seemingly unperturbed, but life always has a strange way of throwing wrenches into his plans. if this is where he's been thrown, he'll survive by learning how to adapt to it — and quickly.
that tends to include sucking it up and moving forward.
immediately, two things are made crystal clear. this blond, bat-faced bastard is prepared to rake in loyal sponsors and a serious amount of dough? and he's going to use all of you as a soundboard to do it.]
I have some complaints. None you haven't head before, surely, however...
[a long finger raises in a "kindly wait one moment" gesture, before the camera turns to face a pile of exercise equipment, bright, expansive screens with live broadcasts, and cots lining the walls. what the hand still in view motions aggressively to are the dumbbells, stretching mats, and crossfit-looking machines.]
Just what the fuck is this? There's not nearly enough to do in here 'sides melt into a chair watching these fancy ass televisions, or trying not to die on this old equipment. You expect me to wait around like this till the shuffle? Don't wait up for the Stockholm syndrome to kick in, bastards.
[point of view shifting once more, facing back to that now-skeptical mug, hiruma clicks his tongue in disdain with a sidelong glance off to the windows.]
Anyone wanna play a game?
ACTION
[if you're more of the seek and destroy kind of crew member, it's easy to pick hiruma out in the large room late into the evening. he makes no effort to hide from visitors, even if seems lonely staring out of the sloping bay windows, like he has been — almost unmoving — for a couple of hours, eyes studying star-scape.
there's a lot to think about, now, with even more plans to set in motion. there has to be some kind of way to prepare for the events ahead.]
broadcast: video/action, fleetwide
action: marsiva's hospitality deck
when: january 14th, early evening
VIDEO
Greetings to you, fucking strangers!
[the enthusiastic voice of someone loud barks over the network feed, followed by wide eyes and jagged teeth. hiruma may sound like he's settled in, or like his appearance on the marsiva is a negligible event, seemingly unperturbed, but life always has a strange way of throwing wrenches into his plans. if this is where he's been thrown, he'll survive by learning how to adapt to it — and quickly.
that tends to include sucking it up and moving forward.
immediately, two things are made crystal clear. this blond, bat-faced bastard is prepared to rake in loyal sponsors and a serious amount of dough? and he's going to use all of you as a soundboard to do it.]
I have some complaints. None you haven't head before, surely, however...
[a long finger raises in a "kindly wait one moment" gesture, before the camera turns to face a pile of exercise equipment, bright, expansive screens with live broadcasts, and cots lining the walls. what the hand still in view motions aggressively to are the dumbbells, stretching mats, and crossfit-looking machines.]
Just what the fuck is this? There's not nearly enough to do in here 'sides melt into a chair watching these fancy ass televisions, or trying not to die on this old equipment. You expect me to wait around like this till the shuffle? Don't wait up for the Stockholm syndrome to kick in, bastards.
[point of view shifting once more, facing back to that now-skeptical mug, hiruma clicks his tongue in disdain with a sidelong glance off to the windows.]
Anyone wanna play a game?
ACTION
[if you're more of the seek and destroy kind of crew member, it's easy to pick hiruma out in the large room late into the evening. he makes no effort to hide from visitors, even if seems lonely staring out of the sloping bay windows, like he has been — almost unmoving — for a couple of hours, eyes studying star-scape.
there's a lot to think about, now, with even more plans to set in motion. there has to be some kind of way to prepare for the events ahead.]
Re: video
Well that's good, I was concerned I'd be lost in space with a bunch of boring sons a' bitches. Truly, you are a sight for sore eyes.
[a grand gesture to the camera.]
Do you have something in mind, or do ya care to hear my suggestion?
no subject
I would say 'truth or dare', but that might be a bit much for our first foray. So sure, I'll say I'm down for your suggestions.
no subject
[fingers lacing neatly beneath his chin.]
no subject
[she gestures to the screen] You know what they say, gentlemen first.
no subject
[matter-of-factly, finger raised. but at her behest, hiruma will go.]
Once, I climbed the Statue Of Liberty.
I have been almost all over the world, save some of our European countries.
Lastly, I play American football as a quarterback.
no subject
Come on, that's not even hard! If you're a football player you've obviously traveled around... Statue of liberty. That's the lie.
no subject
Wrong, go fish. I have climbed the Statue Of Liberty. Great photo ops, up there.
[which means being a traveller is a FILTHY, FILTHY LIE.]
no subject
[but she laughs all the same, tapping her fingerip against the com device]
And what do I do if I'm wrong? Not like I've got shots to take.
no subject
Oh, you'd like a penalty, is that right? I can accommodate such a selfless idea.
[a hum, thinking for a split-second.]
Another fact about yourself, with each wrong answer. Doesn't matter what the context is.