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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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[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?

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?

[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...]

Edited (I SPELL GUD) 2016-01-20 00:32 (UTC)

[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?

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.]

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.]

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