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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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You talked with one of them? Okay, that's a start.
What were they like? Were they human? Wearing a uniform? Did "Atroma" sound like a company name when they said it, or a species? Something else? Anything unusual about them stand out? Anything weird at all?
[ If she knew any of that, she probably would've mentioned it. But old interviewing habits die hard, and better to ask a couple stupid questions and get "no" for every answer than to not ask and miss something important. ]
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There were two-- Diamond and Beau, I think their names were. I spoke to Diamond. As far as I can tell they're human, or at least they can pass for human. Ah... they smile too much? But that's generally what assholes in power do.
...my own bet is Atroma's the name of a company. [She has to think harder about the uniform angle, because she didn't see much of Diamond.] I can't remember what she was wearing. Sorry. It wasn't an obvious uniform, anyway. She's a blonde with blue eyes and perfect teeth.
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Suspicious, alright. The TV show pitch is a good cover, though. A smiling blonde named Diamond is so fake, she'd fit right in with the Hollywood crowd.
[ But she humors him and he gets his answers, which may not be much, but it's something to go by. So he lets her go at that. ]
Thanks for filling me in. I know you're a friend of Sam's and everything, but you didn't have to go out of your way. I appreciate it.
When you see Sam again, tell him to buy you a drink on me.
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[He'll be sure to roll his eyes, but she'll collect, you just watch her.]
You want to catch up in person some time, I'm the bartender over on the Iskaulit-- she's one of the bigger ships in the fleet. So I'm pretty findable.
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[ Dean can't quite help the sour bite that leaks into his voice at the reminder. He's gonna have a lot to say to Sam about this, alright. But that has nothing to do with Nami, as far as Dean's concerned. And he's a big fan of bartenders who aren't his brother. ]
Yeah, I'll come visit, once I find a way off this thing. I'll need a damn drink, soon as I can get one.
Thanks. See you around, Nami.