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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. ]
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[ because he's tried, okay, and he wants out just as much as everyone else. ] I don't think anyone's found a way out yet. But ripping through a wall probably won't actually work. I think steel's pretty strong. Or whatever alien metal this is.
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So okay. Maybe we're stuck here, maybe there's no way out and maybe ripping walls open ain't gonna do crap to get us there. But it's better than sitting around with our thumbs up our asses waiting to get zapped someplace else.
[ And that negative attitude isn't anything either, but Dean'll leave that implied instead of pointing it out. He's not exactly an unwavering optimist either, so it's not like he can really blame the guy. Things do seem pretty hopeless. But like hell he'll give into it. ]
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[ and that's something Isaac will take. but he's not really sure whether or not threatening Atroma will bring out brutality. he doubts it, though, and sighs. ]
Ripping walls out with your bare hands wont exactly feel great, either. I mean, I'm just taking a guess. I hear steel and skin aren't really friendly.
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[ Which he brandishes. It's made of plastic. Fear him. ]
And just because they ain't rushing to kill us doesn't make us any less prisoners. You want to sit and wait to be rescued? That's on you. Me, I'm gonna do all I can do. Even if it's useless.
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Yeah, well, I've got these, so -- [ he raises a hand on the screen, what should be an ordinary teenager's hand instead has a pretty terrible (and dangerous) manicure. ]
So yeah, you do what you want with that knife. [ a shrug and he drops his hand, like there was nothing interesting about that at all, nope. ] Good luck, I guess if you find a way out you can tell me you told me so.
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Oh, that's just gross.
[ Either those are claws to some kind of monster Dean doesn't recognize, or this kid has super powers Meg Griffin style. But either way, it's not pretty, and Dean's unnerved by it. So he jokes it off, of course. ]
Might want to have that looked at, pal, before the infection spreads and you start losing fingers.
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[ no, Isaac, just stop. but the claws do seem to sort of slide way. he flexes his very human fingers then and shrugs. ]
I haven't lost a finger yet, but I guess a plastic knife would do the trick. [ a smirk, because really, dude, you threatened him with a plastic knife? scary~ ]
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[ Hey, his plastic knife did the job. And he'd take plastic over claws anyway, thanks.
Since the guy was brash enough to show them, he's not trying to hide it. So Dean comes right out and asks. ]
So what are you? I've seen my share of weird before, but not in your gangrene kind of flavor.
i'm so sorry for this cr.
A werewolf, the claws are pretty sweet though.
[ he shrugs, like it's no big deal he's outing himself. ] What're you? Got a temper, that's for sure.