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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.]
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By purposefully dancing around and being as bombastic as possible? I don't see it as more than a gimmick. Besides... I don't doubt that issues will follow most of us whether we try to create them or not. [ read: will follow me ]
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[that said, sasuke is right. there's no way trouble won't be kicked up naturally, but it never hurts to help something like that along. if only for his own sake.]
Are you a problematic bastard?
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That's better than avoiding an issue, though. I've caused problems for people in the past, sure, but whether those trends will continue here remains to be seen. Are you asking because you're one?
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[eyebrow quirking.]
I have a feeling I'm going to be dealing with many.
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I don't trust that kind of calm.
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[leaning onto a knee, fingers smoothing beneath his chin.]
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