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driftfleet2016-02-12 12:46 am
bigvessel) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-12 12:46 am
Video/Action
Who: FDR and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: A bar somewhere
When: Now
[He’s dressed in a sleek suit, folded collar, black tie, slicked back hair, the whole fancy ensemble. It’s new and it makes him feel somewhat normal again. Hence, the very late, but first public introduction.
He’s sitting on the edge of his bed with his hands clasped together between his knees.]
Hey there, other...captives. TV stars. Whatever we’re being called. And I guess. Anyone else watching. My name is FDR. Yeah, it’s letters. And yeah, like the president. No, I’m not a president, but you know, I don’t mind pretending if anyone wants to be my Marilyn. [And he grins cheekily.] But, really, being named after the guy who came up with that whole “The only thing to fear is fear itself” crap isn’t bad. I mean, a lot of people buy that. It’s not true, by the way. There’s a shitload of stuff to be scared of. Like WMDs. ...My boss. ...Being on an alien’s version of The Real World.
[And he shakes his head, still a little disgusted at the prospect of reality TV. Those were dark days.]
So, back home I was the cruise ship captain of a [smirk] very large vessel. And you know, being in the business of pleasure cruises, I have to say, this one seriously lacks. I mean, people can’t be watching us just to see us busting our asses earning some money, so where’s all the drama, violence, and sex happening? That’s how MTV got their ratings. Or murder...has that happened at all? I mean, not on MTV-I don’t think- on the ships...obviously.[So smooth.]
And I’ve seen some people talking about people they know up and disappearing, anyone know for sure what happens to them? Not enough popularity? Do they get demoted to the alien version of Fear Factor? Star in their own snuff films?
[And he looks like he’s done with his questions for now, he even leans forward to shut off the video, but then pauses, a small smirk gracing his features.]
Oh. And just out of pure curiosity, has anyone tried racing the shuttles?
Action: A bar. Any bar.
[Bars aren’t his favorite scene, there’s just not enough energy. It’s a bunch of depressed and tired people sitting at tables and on barstools nursing their emotions and their booze. He usually prefers clubs, there’s an energy to be found in the loud music and lights and swaying bodies. But this feels more appropriate after working all day at a job he really doesn’t like. He’s not interested in the game so much as he’s interested in the end result right now. And that’s to get drunk.
He’s sitting at the bar, a couple of empty shot glasses in front of him, and the latest in his fingers. The only thing that’s giving him a reason to pause is the woman that moves over next to him to order a drink.]
You. [And he points the pinky finger of his shot-holding hand at her, smiles when the single word catches her attention.] Are shining like a bright light.
[She rolls her eyes and moves away from him and he chuckles lightly at his failure.] Well, guess it’s more of a club line than a bar line.
[And he slams back his shot before setting the glass back on the bar with a clank.] Top it off.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: A bar somewhere
When: Now
[He’s dressed in a sleek suit, folded collar, black tie, slicked back hair, the whole fancy ensemble. It’s new and it makes him feel somewhat normal again. Hence, the very late, but first public introduction.
He’s sitting on the edge of his bed with his hands clasped together between his knees.]
Hey there, other...captives. TV stars. Whatever we’re being called. And I guess. Anyone else watching. My name is FDR. Yeah, it’s letters. And yeah, like the president. No, I’m not a president, but you know, I don’t mind pretending if anyone wants to be my Marilyn. [And he grins cheekily.] But, really, being named after the guy who came up with that whole “The only thing to fear is fear itself” crap isn’t bad. I mean, a lot of people buy that. It’s not true, by the way. There’s a shitload of stuff to be scared of. Like WMDs. ...My boss. ...Being on an alien’s version of The Real World.
[And he shakes his head, still a little disgusted at the prospect of reality TV. Those were dark days.]
So, back home I was the cruise ship captain of a [smirk] very large vessel. And you know, being in the business of pleasure cruises, I have to say, this one seriously lacks. I mean, people can’t be watching us just to see us busting our asses earning some money, so where’s all the drama, violence, and sex happening? That’s how MTV got their ratings. Or murder...has that happened at all? I mean, not on MTV-I don’t think- on the ships...obviously.[So smooth.]
And I’ve seen some people talking about people they know up and disappearing, anyone know for sure what happens to them? Not enough popularity? Do they get demoted to the alien version of Fear Factor? Star in their own snuff films?
[And he looks like he’s done with his questions for now, he even leans forward to shut off the video, but then pauses, a small smirk gracing his features.]
Oh. And just out of pure curiosity, has anyone tried racing the shuttles?
Action: A bar. Any bar.
[Bars aren’t his favorite scene, there’s just not enough energy. It’s a bunch of depressed and tired people sitting at tables and on barstools nursing their emotions and their booze. He usually prefers clubs, there’s an energy to be found in the loud music and lights and swaying bodies. But this feels more appropriate after working all day at a job he really doesn’t like. He’s not interested in the game so much as he’s interested in the end result right now. And that’s to get drunk.
He’s sitting at the bar, a couple of empty shot glasses in front of him, and the latest in his fingers. The only thing that’s giving him a reason to pause is the woman that moves over next to him to order a drink.]
You. [And he points the pinky finger of his shot-holding hand at her, smiles when the single word catches her attention.] Are shining like a bright light.
[She rolls her eyes and moves away from him and he chuckles lightly at his failure.] Well, guess it’s more of a club line than a bar line.
[And he slams back his shot before setting the glass back on the bar with a clank.] Top it off.
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Well, sooner or later, I'll run out of letters to give you. [Which means he only has a few turns left. It's definitely tilted in her favor, but he really doesn't mind.]
Cirilean. Or Cirilynn.
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But I suppose it matters not, as both are wrong.
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Damn. I was hoping I had something there. And are you even going to guess or are you getting lazy to the point where I just give you letters? The next one is N, by the way.
Ciricule.
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But maybe you should give up. You're not even close.
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Nope. K. [Which...gives her the shortened version of his name and the one he actually prefers to go with. So. He holds his hands up in defeat.] Which I guess means you win.
As a consolation prize do I at least get to know what your actual name is?
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She's pleased, even if that was a very pathetic game and no one really could have guessed.]
Cirilla.
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[And yeah, yeah, close and yet so far away. Franco is just. Bad.]
Well, that's pretty. But I definitely think you look more like a Ciri.
So. Where am I taking you to eat?
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[And now for her prize...]
I've no idea. Suggestions?
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[He sits back slightly, lips pursing in consideration.]
Considering I don't know much about you yet, it's hard to guess right. But I'm thinking steaks. If-if that exists here. [Are there space-cows?] Or, you are welcome to trade the dinner in for drinks and dancing, of course.
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Just let me know when you're hungry.