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driftfleet2016-01-28 07:36 pm
unconfines) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-28 07:36 pm
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attempt 002
Who: Anders and you???
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: SS Golden, if that's your jam
When: no time like NOW
[Anders is very close to the camera when it switches on, nearly raising the illusion of being nose-to-nose with it.]
Evening! I've got an important question for everyone, if you'll do me the favor. Just a moment. [He goes on talking, peppy and conversational, but he isn't precisely looking at the camera as he does. He's rummaging through something slightly left and below, head tilted down and expression partially obscured by the way some of his hair slips out of its tie.] Got lucky with this place, didn't we? [beat] Well, sort of. Makes one wonder why we don't stop places like this all the time, instead of frozen-wasteland-here and merciless-jungle-madness-there.
[That's the thing with Anders having an audience: once he starts, good luck getting him to stop.]
Though what happens when we're all drifted out, I wonder? End of the line, so to speak, even if this one isn't so much a line as it is a drunken wobble through the void. I know, I know, vast emptiness of space and all that, but it's got to end somewhere. We've all places to be, yes? Even if those places are just, you know, not quite so cramped as here. And no one actually likes a story with no ending, even Atroma's got to know that.
[Something white and furry hits him repeatedly in the face while he talks; people who have spent more than ten minutes with him might recognize it as his cat's tail. He's remarkably good at ignoring it, though whether that's because of exposure or fortitude is hard to say. Maybe a little of both.]
Anyway. No reason to keep you in suspense! My important question: purple or blue?
[He sits up, having apparently now located what he was looking for, and waves bundles of fabric that may or may not be shirts of some kind at the camera. They're complete with the bright, glowing strips of color characteristic of the fashion sense of this place in, you guessed it: purple and blue.]
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: SS Golden, if that's your jam
When: no time like NOW
[Anders is very close to the camera when it switches on, nearly raising the illusion of being nose-to-nose with it.]
Evening! I've got an important question for everyone, if you'll do me the favor. Just a moment. [He goes on talking, peppy and conversational, but he isn't precisely looking at the camera as he does. He's rummaging through something slightly left and below, head tilted down and expression partially obscured by the way some of his hair slips out of its tie.] Got lucky with this place, didn't we? [beat] Well, sort of. Makes one wonder why we don't stop places like this all the time, instead of frozen-wasteland-here and merciless-jungle-madness-there.
[That's the thing with Anders having an audience: once he starts, good luck getting him to stop.]
Though what happens when we're all drifted out, I wonder? End of the line, so to speak, even if this one isn't so much a line as it is a drunken wobble through the void. I know, I know, vast emptiness of space and all that, but it's got to end somewhere. We've all places to be, yes? Even if those places are just, you know, not quite so cramped as here. And no one actually likes a story with no ending, even Atroma's got to know that.
[Something white and furry hits him repeatedly in the face while he talks; people who have spent more than ten minutes with him might recognize it as his cat's tail. He's remarkably good at ignoring it, though whether that's because of exposure or fortitude is hard to say. Maybe a little of both.]
Anyway. No reason to keep you in suspense! My important question: purple or blue?
[He sits up, having apparently now located what he was looking for, and waves bundles of fabric that may or may not be shirts of some kind at the camera. They're complete with the bright, glowing strips of color characteristic of the fashion sense of this place in, you guessed it: purple and blue.]
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[She is suddenly beaming. She's actually excited for this, and is moving already.]
Ten minutes.
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Come on, then. No time like the present! [He swings behind her to steer her with one hand set lightly between her shoulderblades. His voice drops to a stage whisper.] Quickly, before anyone spots us.
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Okay, okay. I'm hurrying.
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One of the perks of paling around with the captain [this said with his chin hooked over her shoulder] is I have plenty of space.
[And he does, when the door swings open; space he, for the most part, doesn't take advantage of. The room is remarkably sparse for someone so flashy (habit, easier to pick up and move that way) -- just the basic decor and a few toys for the cat.]
Sit, sit. [He gestures toward the bed.] We have quite a bit of ground to cover.
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So she'll just sit at his instruction, giving him a wry smile and tugging on one of her long locks of red.]
You think there's a lot now, you should see it when it's wet.
[It's at least half a foot longer when wet and pulled straighter.]
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He fetches a brush and extra ties, and perches himself neatly on the bed beside her.]
Are you saying you'd like to have a shower? [Cheerfully salacious.] Because we've hardly the time for that. I always like a good challenge, regardless.
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I distinctly heard you say you had nothing to do today, but no, I'm well bathed, thank you.