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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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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.

[ 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.

[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...

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! ]

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...]

You realize that at the speed you're going, by the time the alarm goes off you might very well not have enough time to stop? Have you ever done a sharp bank in space?

[his ears fall back a little.]

...Bank?

[--like, with money?]

[ W o w. ]

Please. Please, stop, before you hurt yourself or someone else. Dock the shuttle and get back to a ship safely.

[his shoulders slump... the sound of the engine starts to spool down...]

...Okay.

[fine, mom.]

[ Hera relaxes a little, letting out a slow breath. ]

Thank you. Look - if you want to learn to fly responsibly, I can teach you. But you shouldn't just go for a joy ride. Space is dangerous if you don't have experience with it.

...That's not what the guy who taught me said.

[but he can't really put much conviction behind it, because arguing still isn't a thing he really Does.]

[ Hera's lips purse. If there's someone on the fleet who is deliberately misrepresenting the dangers of flying in space, this is a bigger problem than she thought. ]

Who taught you? And what did they say?

His name is Sean. But he isn't here anymore, so...

[--so, she can't go and confirm it for herself. and he shrugs helplessly.]

He just. Showed me how to do it, I guess. We flew laps around the ships and stuff... and he showed me how the docking worked and everything...

Did he point out that the faster you go, the harder it is to control? And that there's no friction in space?

Yeah.

...Kinda?

I'm going to take that as a no.

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