driftfleet | (no subject)

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!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Don't worry, you've got this. [he has no basis for his confidence] You just get it where you want it and then stop driving it, right? That's not so hard.

Well... not really...

[space-driving is a hell of a thing.]

Because it keeps moving forward, so you have to, like... make it stop. Or it will just... smash right into whatever's in front of it.

Oh.

You can't just, you know. [mimes something that makes no sense] Just make it stop? Tell it to stop?

[nah, man. he gets it. that gesture makes perfect sense to him.]

Well, yeah... I mean, you do tell it to stop. But you can't just, like... stop driving. It's a little more complicated than that--

[and hang on, he needs to focus while he gets this thing docked up to the cargo bay.

...just ignore the distant thud that goes shuddering lightly through the hull.]

Whoa. Hey! You stopped! [sorey he ran into the ship] Good job, I knew you could do it. I'll be right in! [pressurizes the landing bay and jogs right over to the shuttle, ignoring those scuff marks, doot doot]

[and Nel triumphantly shoves open the shuttle hatch... revealing a rather cramped interior. Nel's a pretty small guy, but that bench seat is still only made to fit one person and half-a-person's-worth of cargo. like a duffel bag or something.]

Hey, hi! [and then, in his best rich-person voice--] Your carriage has arrived, sir.

Nice! Oh. Uhhh you don't mind me just... [Sorey doesn't have a huge problem with close quarters. He's had four people living inside of him at a time for a while now, but there's a difference between that and the cozying up he's doing right now. Well, it's probably fine.]

Oh. Yeah, just--

[hang on. let him just brush a couple molded-protein wrappers off the seat, there.]

Scoot on in, I guess.

(no subject)

Video

Video

Video

Video

Video -> action

no subject

no subject

IM SORRY im finally back