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[catamite]

Who: Nelkeila "Trashbag" Tarid
Broadcast: Video, fleetwide
Action: Any ship
When: Noonish


[while all passengers of the Drift Fleet should have the augment-given knowledge needed to pilot the SR shuttles without help, some people need their hands held a little bit to actually get started. so, now that someone has finally 'taught' him to fly, (thanks for leaving that legacy, Shawn,) Nel can be found zooming around through space, buzzing the various ships of the fleet.

he just wants to say hi, okay. a couple times, he even gets close enough that he can practically wave through the windows at the faces inside. hello, friends!

also, he may never have gotten the fact that drivers are supposed to stay off the phone while catapulting through space. with something blaring in the background, a video feed pops on from inside an active shuttle-- seemingly from Nel's lap, until he jostles the device around and props it on the dashboard.]

--Hey! Does anyone race these things? They go way faster than I thought they would!


[...are those proximity alarms in the background, or just part of the music? who knows!]

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[video]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Gods be good, what is this noise coming from the black box? Robb huffs a little when he grabs it.

Of course, that is all they needed. A race. Let us race ships through this never ending space. As if they were horses.]

I do not think those are meant for racing. [And since Robb can be quite the grumpy old man inside the body of a teenager...] And, please, try to be less noisy.

[At this course he wonders if the other is able to understand him.]

[video]

[catamite]

--What?

[yeah, about that being able to understand him thing. give him a second while he fiddles with his communicator, turning the volume on the music down-- of course taking his eyes off of the 'road' in the process.]

What did you say?

[video]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[No, wait, he has to repeat himself? Robb huffs softly.]

I do not think those are meant for racing...ser.

[video]

[catamite]

[not even nobility is safe from this elf's wandering attention.]

Oh, uh... [his smile falters, a little.] You don't need to call me that. Just 'Nel' is fine.

[video]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Chance is that all that noise made him deaf to the ears.]

Very well. Nel it is. [A soft sigh follows.] Do you think it is wise to use these ships for racing? [Racing was done on horses and ships...well...

It could be very interesting but also very dangerous. For a moment Robb finds himself torn. Gods, sometimes he does sound like an old man...]

[video]

[catamite]

[maybe with his overabundance of maturity, and Nel's sheer lack of it, they'll meet somewhere in the middle.]

Well, yeah! They're perfect for it. And there's all this room, and it gets so boring on the ships... why not?

[video]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb fits very well into his role as the one in charge of security. It is good to have some sort of purpose. Even though it is always quite the responsibility to be the one who has to make sure that everyone is safe.]

Do you know the workings of these ships?

[It would be quite cool to fly a small ship but whenever he finds himself in the cockpit he finds it daunting.]

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[monolike]

Oh-! Excuse me! I've got a question, are you going to be heading to Huntress from Golden any point soon? Can I hitch a ride? I really need to get over there.

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[catamite]

Oh, hey!

[grinning like he has any idea who this is, he turns his music down to a manageable level.]

Say that again?

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[monolike]

Will you be going to the Huntress from Golden at all? You're a pilot, right?

Video

[catamite]

Oh! No, I'm not a pilot.

...Well, I mean. I guess I'm piloting something right now. But it's just a shuttle. I don't think that's the same thing, really.

I'm in Comms, normally.

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[monolike]

Wait. We're allowed to use those even if we aren't a pilot?

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[catamite]

The shuttle things? Yeah! Anybody can use them.

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[firstrebel]

[ Hera, on the other hand, has put the Golden on cruise control before turning on her device. ]

Hey! What do you think you're doing? Do you want to kill us?

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[catamite]

Hang on--

[oh, that's a very smart thing to do. Nel, on the other hand, just looks away from the 'road' so he can mess with his communicator. after turning it down enough to actually hear--]

...What do I, what? I didn't catch that.

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[firstrebel]

[ Hera is now putting on her Stern Mom Voice as she glares into the screen. ]

I highly suggest you stop flying that thing, before you get someone killed - especially yourself.

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[catamite]

[oh no, not the Mom Voice! his smile is pretty quick to falter at the tone, though he tries his best to hang onto it.]

What? ...But why? I'm not doing anything wrong...

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[firstrebel]

You're flying recklessly and not paying attention to where you're going! Have you ever even flown in space before?

[ Stop that right now, young man! ]

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[catamite]

Well, I mean... my friend showed me how... and there's not a lot out here, y'know?

And there's, like. The alarm things, to tell you when you get too close to stuff.

[but mooooom...]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh you know it's just a normal day for Robin on the bridge, leaning back in the captain's chair with his feet up on some important control panel, combing through the network for something useful or weird or... not boring...

and then the proximity alarm beeps. which is weird. and the only warning he has before something rockets past the window with a startling roar.

...which has him staring out the window in surprise until the video pops up, and it's maybe the last face he expected to see.]

Nel? [he's--maybe just surprised enough to not think of the whole "shouldn't even talk to him" thing.] Are you in the ship that just rocketed past me at like, a million space-miles an hour?

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[catamite]

Oh, hey!

[totally distracted from the 'road' by the face that suddenly appears on his screen. the whole surprise of it kind of overrides everything that he should or should not be doing-- as far as both piloting and social taboos go.]

Was that your ship?

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Gods in their Kingdoms, someone let the flighty, airheaded elf onto a shuttle. he's found the gas pedal. he can only pray--with a strike of sudden horrified laughter--that he's also found the brakes.]

Fuck yeah it was! Unless there's some other lunatic speeding around out there--

[and he gets up out of his chair to go look out the giant windows, as if he could actually recognize one shuttle from another around here...]

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[catamite]

[well, one little shuttle is out there making a big loop in space so it can swing around to run another pass by the window.]

Ha! No, it's just me! I actually thought it would be busier out here, you know?

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Space is surprisingly big and empty, I've found...

[hey, would you look at that. he's still holding onto his communicator, even if the video feed is now pointing at his knee as he leans into the window.]

Please don't crash into the ship, Nel.

[he sounds like he's smiling pretty hard, even if he means it.]

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[catamite]

I won't! I'm being careful...

[or, whatever his definition of the word is.]

And hey, I think your ship is bigger than mine. [--as he's now racing up along the side of it.]