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driftfleet2016-01-26 01:48 am
greyjane) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-26 01:48 am
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Who: Shai+open!
Broadcast: everyone
Action: Marsiva, if the new arrivals are so inclined.
When: Jan 26/16
[Not her first rodeo - being uprooted and tossed into the howling seas is sort of a thing at this point - so Shai looks cheery by all accounts. Have a wave, Fleet. When she speaks, it's with a strong accent that wars between being Australian and South African, with no discernible median point between the two, because #space shenanigans.]
So am I to brush up on my pirate brogue, or is this a respectable sort of kidnapping fleet?
[It's just amicable enough to hide the anger. She's rather good at it.]
At any rate, hello. Name's Shai Ebbisaryn, late of the Lattice and more recently of a quaint little place called Eudio. Give a gal a chime if you recognize either.
And, ah-- any word on whether or not we can get the Augments out without doing anything permanent? [A flash of a smile.] Asking for a friend.
[Obviously not, but it's said lightly.]
A; or, ❝bro, do you even lift?❞
[She can be found in the gym doing all manner of katas - obviously this is a lady who Knows Her Shit inasfar as sparring goes - and she'll be happy to invite you to participate if you look at all sturdy. Otherwise she'll strike up conversation for any number of reasons. Can you hand her that towel over there? What's your best bench press, sweetheart? Attractive, of-age (ie: over 18 at the very least and preferably somewhere north of 21) individuals of either gender might get a curious once-over and something like, 'Well aren't you a sight, darling' to the tune of playful flirts everywhere.]
B; or, ❝they call me mister farenheit❞
[She's definitely standing in front of that charming, large bay window idly letting a spark of electricity trail between her fingers. It's a bit like someone walking a coin across their knuckles, save that the electricity is more like a living little glob of plasma that drips and sparks with energy. It's a nervous tick, not that the rest of her body language gives her away. If anyone enters the room, that little plasma-looking glob will disappear in a hail of sparks (she's not trying to hide it, just being polite) and she'll give the newcomer a cheery smile.]
Don't know about you, mate, but I'm about ready to rip these bloody speakers clear off the walls.
Broadcast: everyone
Action: Marsiva, if the new arrivals are so inclined.
When: Jan 26/16
[Not her first rodeo - being uprooted and tossed into the howling seas is sort of a thing at this point - so Shai looks cheery by all accounts. Have a wave, Fleet. When she speaks, it's with a strong accent that wars between being Australian and South African, with no discernible median point between the two, because #space shenanigans.]
So am I to brush up on my pirate brogue, or is this a respectable sort of kidnapping fleet?
[It's just amicable enough to hide the anger. She's rather good at it.]
At any rate, hello. Name's Shai Ebbisaryn, late of the Lattice and more recently of a quaint little place called Eudio. Give a gal a chime if you recognize either.
And, ah-- any word on whether or not we can get the Augments out without doing anything permanent? [A flash of a smile.] Asking for a friend.
[Obviously not, but it's said lightly.]
A; or, ❝bro, do you even lift?❞
[She can be found in the gym doing all manner of katas - obviously this is a lady who Knows Her Shit inasfar as sparring goes - and she'll be happy to invite you to participate if you look at all sturdy. Otherwise she'll strike up conversation for any number of reasons. Can you hand her that towel over there? What's your best bench press, sweetheart? Attractive, of-age (ie: over 18 at the very least and preferably somewhere north of 21) individuals of either gender might get a curious once-over and something like, 'Well aren't you a sight, darling' to the tune of playful flirts everywhere.]
B; or, ❝they call me mister farenheit❞
[She's definitely standing in front of that charming, large bay window idly letting a spark of electricity trail between her fingers. It's a bit like someone walking a coin across their knuckles, save that the electricity is more like a living little glob of plasma that drips and sparks with energy. It's a nervous tick, not that the rest of her body language gives her away. If anyone enters the room, that little plasma-looking glob will disappear in a hail of sparks (she's not trying to hide it, just being polite) and she'll give the newcomer a cheery smile.]
Don't know about you, mate, but I'm about ready to rip these bloody speakers clear off the walls.
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Well, you can always talk to the two cooks on the Vanquish. They'll have something.
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That one've the littler ships?
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[She's migrated to a table and sits down, propping her communicator against a glass in front of her, cupping her chin in both hands with her elbows firmly planted on the table.]
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[Her smile quirks up at one corner.]
Thanks mightily for all your help, Captain. I'll chime you about those drinks when I'm in your neck of the woods.