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driftfleet2016-01-28 09:47 pm
familyremains) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-28 09:47 pm
01 [ video / action ]
Who: Dean doing the OTA thing
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: anybody on the Marsiva
When: 1/27 - 1/29
a; (acting alone)
[ The video cuts in accidentally (are accidents ever accidental?) to Dean using a plastic knife of all things to pry a panel, about four feet in each direction, off the wall in front of him. It takes some jimmying, but after a couple seconds, it pops right off, and Dean catches it before it falls more than an inch or so open. He looks around quickly as he slides the panel aside (got to work fast with cameras on and no easy way to disable them), but when he looks to what the panel was covering, his head jerks back in surprise. Then he crouches in close to get a better look. ]
...Really?
[ Behind the panel is a network of machinery, all interwoven, some of it whirring quietly as it moves together like... like nothing Dean's ever seen. He stares at it, his expression as openly mystified as he feels before he slides the panel back on and snaps it back into place. He stands, loose-limbed and completely clueless as to what the hell he's supposed to do with that. ]
Oh, this is way above my pay grade.
[ Seriously. Where are the air ducts? The red and green wires? The, you know, normal wall stuff? Dean thought he could figure this spaceship thing out, but damn it, Shatner and Ford never prepared him for this level of sci-fi weirdness. ]
b; (the buddy system)
[ In the cafeteria sometime later, Dean is scouting out anybody who looks like they could throw a decent punch. Why? To fight them, of course.
Now, he's not going to go right up to somebody and just sock 'em one. Come on, he's not stupid. No, he's going to try to antagonize them into punching him, instead.
Look, alright, it's worked before. ...Except the other guy ended up dead. It's a long story. Anyway.
You can find Dean staring at you if you're the kind of type who looks rough and tumble and easily angered. Or you might find him eyeing up the big burly-looking guy in the corner in a completely no-homo kind of way. You might also observe his fine table manners, as while he's doing his "sizing up" of the room, he's also shoving food in his face and chewing with his mouth open, because damn, you get hungry after puking as much as he has in the past two days.
Or you might find Dean getting the crap beaten out of him by someone twice his size (which is saying a lot; he's not a small guy). You might want to help him, if you're the helpful kind of person, because the non-existent authorities sure aren't going to step in, and somebody should. Or you might find him after nobody did step in to help him because, let's be real, he deserves the black eye and busted lip and bruised kidney he gets. Just don't expect him to apologize if he got any blood on you. A little blood's not going to kill you, and everybody knows a blood splatter always makes for good TV. ]
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: anybody on the Marsiva
When: 1/27 - 1/29
a; (acting alone)
[ The video cuts in accidentally (are accidents ever accidental?) to Dean using a plastic knife of all things to pry a panel, about four feet in each direction, off the wall in front of him. It takes some jimmying, but after a couple seconds, it pops right off, and Dean catches it before it falls more than an inch or so open. He looks around quickly as he slides the panel aside (got to work fast with cameras on and no easy way to disable them), but when he looks to what the panel was covering, his head jerks back in surprise. Then he crouches in close to get a better look. ]
...Really?
[ Behind the panel is a network of machinery, all interwoven, some of it whirring quietly as it moves together like... like nothing Dean's ever seen. He stares at it, his expression as openly mystified as he feels before he slides the panel back on and snaps it back into place. He stands, loose-limbed and completely clueless as to what the hell he's supposed to do with that. ]
Oh, this is way above my pay grade.
[ Seriously. Where are the air ducts? The red and green wires? The, you know, normal wall stuff? Dean thought he could figure this spaceship thing out, but damn it, Shatner and Ford never prepared him for this level of sci-fi weirdness. ]
b; (the buddy system)
[ In the cafeteria sometime later, Dean is scouting out anybody who looks like they could throw a decent punch. Why? To fight them, of course.
Now, he's not going to go right up to somebody and just sock 'em one. Come on, he's not stupid. No, he's going to try to antagonize them into punching him, instead.
Look, alright, it's worked before. ...Except the other guy ended up dead. It's a long story. Anyway.
You can find Dean staring at you if you're the kind of type who looks rough and tumble and easily angered. Or you might find him eyeing up the big burly-looking guy in the corner in a completely no-homo kind of way. You might also observe his fine table manners, as while he's doing his "sizing up" of the room, he's also shoving food in his face and chewing with his mouth open, because damn, you get hungry after puking as much as he has in the past two days.
Or you might find Dean getting the crap beaten out of him by someone twice his size (which is saying a lot; he's not a small guy). You might want to help him, if you're the helpful kind of person, because the non-existent authorities sure aren't going to step in, and somebody should. Or you might find him after nobody did step in to help him because, let's be real, he deserves the black eye and busted lip and bruised kidney he gets. Just don't expect him to apologize if he got any blood on you. A little blood's not going to kill you, and everybody knows a blood splatter always makes for good TV. ]
Broadcast
In and of itself, that deserves some kudos, because that isn't exactly a feat one pulls off without skill and more than a little finesse (something,thank god, she's also too distracted to say because that is not a compliment he needs to hear). But then she catches a glimpse of what he sees, only partially obscured by Dean when he crouched in front of the opening, and...well...that's just fascinating. ]
....I wonder what that all does?
[as far as welcomes go, it wasn't her most helpful. But, hey...at least she's not picking on him for trying to cut through the Marsiva with a plastic knife?
Her own video feed is on, showing a young woman with a mop of dark, tangled curls in an oversized, clean-but-well-worn sweater curiously trying to get a better look at that wall before he closes it back up.]
no subject
[ He finally turns to look up at the broadcast, and he looks surprised by what he sees. No gray skin or extra arms, just a pretty face an a mess of dark hair. ]
I'm Dean. [ Because it's suddenly important to introduce himself now that he's got a visual. ] You, uh... [ He glances back at the wall before looking back at her. ] You know anything about machines like that? Or spaceships?
no subject
Jilly. [the question gets a laugh as she shakes her head] And not a clue, sorry. Until I ended up here, the closest knowledge I had was watching the moon-landing.
no subject
[ It's kind of reassuring, meeting someone who seems normal for a change. She probably doesn't know any more than he does, but it's nice just to talk to her. He forgets about the panel, takes this chance for the respite it is. ]
So you're from Earth? Normal, USA?
no subject
Though...has anyone told you about some of the other questions you might have to ask? Like...when people are from? Whatever gathered all of us together, it seems like it doesn't pay much attention to things like past and present.