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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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[Jazz hands!]
Jazz hands!
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[read: he is absolutely being a fucking bigot.]
What can you do?
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[Counting things off on her fingers.]
I'm super strong, I can shapeshift, I can summon my weapons out of nothing...I dunno, I forget what all humans can't do sometimes. How are you at hard vacuum?
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The fuck's a "hard vacuum"? You mean the space vacuum, or a house-cleaning vacuum?
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So, pretty poorly, I'd imagine.
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No? You should train for that next. Never know when the next space olympics will happen.
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[Amethyst swells up to twice her size like a balloon.]
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You look like a giant fucking hernia.
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[She snapped back to her normal shape as she actually fell over laughing.]