Axel; Ⅷ; The Flurry of Dancing Flames (
got_it_memorized) wrote in
driftfleet2014-12-29 11:10 pm
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and it burns burns burns, the ring of fire
Who: Axel and anyone on Bloodsport and Tourist
Broadcast: Seemingly anonymous text to everyone on Bloodsport
Action: Anyone on Tourist
When: Tuesday, 30December, late morning
Broadcast
[Axel had spent a little time toying with the computers in Castle Oblivion, but the communications augment this place gave him is coming in really handy now. He spent about fifteen minutes messing with functions and filters and poked through the rosters to figure out which ship Riku was on--he never should have said Axel wouldn't be able to bug him from a whole other ship, because so help him, he's going to bug the crap out of him now. He was going to send a slew of annoying text messages to just Riku, but it'd be more fun to be obnoxious at his entire crew, right? Setting the filter for anyone onboard the Bloodsport, Axel decides that he might as well be educational while he's being insufferable. All texts appear to come from an anonymous source.]
Fire Facts! Everything you ever wanted to know about fire and never thought to ask! A candle flame burns at approximately 1800 degrees Fahrenheit, or 1000 degrees Celsius.
Action for anyone onboard the Tourist
[Axel is in the dining area, his feet propped up and a big sly grin on his face as he sends messages from his communicator. There's a plate of barely-touched (questionable) food nearby--he's really not sure about this protein gel stuff. Feel free to give him some pointers on how to make it more palatable. Or maybe ask what's so amusing, if you dare...]
Broadcast: Seemingly anonymous text to everyone on Bloodsport
Action: Anyone on Tourist
When: Tuesday, 30December, late morning
Broadcast
[Axel had spent a little time toying with the computers in Castle Oblivion, but the communications augment this place gave him is coming in really handy now. He spent about fifteen minutes messing with functions and filters and poked through the rosters to figure out which ship Riku was on--he never should have said Axel wouldn't be able to bug him from a whole other ship, because so help him, he's going to bug the crap out of him now. He was going to send a slew of annoying text messages to just Riku, but it'd be more fun to be obnoxious at his entire crew, right? Setting the filter for anyone onboard the Bloodsport, Axel decides that he might as well be educational while he's being insufferable. All texts appear to come from an anonymous source.]
Fire Facts! Everything you ever wanted to know about fire and never thought to ask! A candle flame burns at approximately 1800 degrees Fahrenheit, or 1000 degrees Celsius.
Action for anyone onboard the Tourist
[Axel is in the dining area, his feet propped up and a big sly grin on his face as he sends messages from his communicator. There's a plate of barely-touched (questionable) food nearby--he's really not sure about this protein gel stuff. Feel free to give him some pointers on how to make it more palatable. Or maybe ask what's so amusing, if you dare...]

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[This is hilarious already.]
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No one actually knows who invented fire hydrants. The patent caught fire.
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no, no laughing! ]
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I could block you.
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Did you know the bark of the redwood tree is fireproof?
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action.
What are you doing, Axel?
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[Axel waves casually, then holds up his communicator.]
Educating the masses. What are you doing?
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Is that so?
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100% so.
In building fires, wall masonry collapses at approximately 760 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Did you know that blood can't be set on fire? The water content is too high. About 50% of your blood, in fact, is made of water.
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So are you a professional or an enthusiast?
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Can't I be both? You might say what started out as a professional skill became a personal hobby as well.
Here's a fun one: soaking a cottonball in superglue can make it spontaneously combust.
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Not a bad thing to enjoy your vocation, I guess.
Nice, I've got to try that. Though, I'm sure you know you can use the end of a 9V battery to set steel wool on fire.
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Isn't there any real food here...?
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'Fraid not, kiddo. [He puts his feet down and leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees.] I looked, too, but it seems our only option is to try and make something outta that weird gel stuff. [He wrinkles his nose a little.] I have a feeling everyone is going to lose some weight. [Not that he can afford to lose much--he's got like no fat below his head.]
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[THERE'S A PERSON IN HERE. You'd think a person would be more aware of their surroundings in a strange environment. Hunger is very distracting, though.]
Ehh-- seriously?
[He looks at the machine with a sad and longing expression. Maybe if he stares at it long enough, it'll become an ice cream machine.]
I'm gonna starve...
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I dunno about starving... Hunger drives a hard bargain. [He sort of prods the plate in front of him, dipping his pinkie into the teriyaki gel and sticking in into his mouth, then making a bit of a face.] Though I do recommend using the microwave. This stuff's pretty eugh cold.
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Does the temperature really make any difference?
[Now he has the task of choosing his poison.]
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I don't think we've met, have we? I'm Axel, and they tell me I'm in charge of communications around here.
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[He gives a little bow of his head.]
My name's Tsuna.
[........... yeah he's not saying anything about his job]
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