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driftfleet2016-02-01 07:07 pm
littlecousin) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-01 07:07 pm
video/Marsiva
Who: Namorita Prentiss
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Current
[A pretty, pale-skinned woman with "sea green" (I don't write the canon narration, okay) eyes is holding the communicator too close to her face. Depending on your frame of reference, she looks like a blond Vulcan or a more or less unremarkable elf, and she's wearing an expression of slightly exasperated concentration. And she is definitely talking to herself.]
Aww man, I bet Starkphones are better than this.
[She's accidentally turned on the broadcast, you see, because she's from the early 90s and how does personal electronics that aren't from Atlantis. Quick study, though, and she giggles a little as she realizes she's transmitting.]
Whoops. Hi, everybody. My name's Nita, nice to meet you, can someone tell me how to record a voicemail greeting on this please and thank you?
[Obviously it has to have voicemail, duh.
Technological hiccups notwithstanding, Nita seems quite unbothered by having been kidnapped into space, and she settles back, pulling her long ponytail forward over a bare shoulder as she does so to avoid pinning herself to the seat by her own hair. The new angle reveals that she's wearing a scaly green bathing suit and not much else...and she's seemingly unbothered by that, too, looking at the feed with an expectant, friendly smile.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Current
[A pretty, pale-skinned woman with "sea green" (I don't write the canon narration, okay) eyes is holding the communicator too close to her face. Depending on your frame of reference, she looks like a blond Vulcan or a more or less unremarkable elf, and she's wearing an expression of slightly exasperated concentration. And she is definitely talking to herself.]
Aww man, I bet Starkphones are better than this.
[She's accidentally turned on the broadcast, you see, because she's from the early 90s and how does personal electronics that aren't from Atlantis. Quick study, though, and she giggles a little as she realizes she's transmitting.]
Whoops. Hi, everybody. My name's Nita, nice to meet you, can someone tell me how to record a voicemail greeting on this please and thank you?
[Obviously it has to have voicemail, duh.
Technological hiccups notwithstanding, Nita seems quite unbothered by having been kidnapped into space, and she settles back, pulling her long ponytail forward over a bare shoulder as she does so to avoid pinning herself to the seat by her own hair. The new angle reveals that she's wearing a scaly green bathing suit and not much else...and she's seemingly unbothered by that, too, looking at the feed with an expectant, friendly smile.]
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[Nita genuinely doesn't care and is not fishing for reassurance. She knows she's hot and her idiot countrymen can go get eaten by a sea monster if they want to dispute that obvious fact.]
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[ Alistair shakes his head a little. ]
Where I come from, most humans would look at your ears, assume you're an elf, and probably be suspicious of you.
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[Nita is very much against racism, and not just because apparently it would be directed against her in this hypothetical instance.]
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[Seems backwards, man.]
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It's all a mess, really, I don't pretend to be an expert.