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[bigvessel]

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.

Comments

[universal_charm]

You're honestly going to tell me that if you had seen me first you wouldn't have come over and wanted to know why this other guy has your face and hair with to much product in it?

_{[ He can play this game too, FDR. He should be above it, but he's really not because he's quite irked at being accused of not being whom he said he was. He sips from his larger drink and gives a one shouldered shrug. ]}

To be honest, I thought you could be another me. There are multi-verses, after all. If Atroma can drag me here and bring in Beverly from another time line, it's not impossible that it could bring in another me from one of the other universes. So yeah, I came over to see.

_{[ That makes total sense FDR. Really it does. ]}

[bigvessel]

No. Probably not. [It's a lie. More than likely he would have gone over eventually. But since he's basically been in a fist fight already with a guy that looks like his best friend back home but is clearly not, he's kind of been broken of this whole shared face thing. But then that guy didn't claim to be a television hero either.]

Well, I'm definitely not Captain Kirk.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He knows it's a lie, but what's the point in pressing it? As is, it would be a shallow victory and no one would get anything from it. Instead he gives a short bark of a laugh and shakes his head. ]}

No offense, but I'm glad about that. I like there only being one of me around.

[bigvessel]

Hm. [And he grunts in agreement.] Well, there's one thing we can certainly get on the same page about. Though honestly, someone with the same face is cutting it pretty close.

[What's he supposed to do when his best charm is walking around plastered on someone else's face. It's frustrating is what it is.] How long you been here?

[universal_charm]

I just got off the Marsiva, so not long. Maybe a week.

_{[ He sipped on his beer, glancing at the TV screens, and wincing as he realized he didn't know a single thing that was playing on them. ]}

What about yourself? What ship did you get assigned?

[bigvessel]

Well, that explains why this hasn't become a thing yet. [And he gestures between them, figuring Kirk would get it. Eventually though, it's going to start. There's only so many ships and so much space and so many women... and if he's pretending to be captain Kirk, he's probably going through the women.

That'll be weird.

And he waves for another refill on his glass.]

Starstruck.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He nodded, having figured the same, for all he knew this guy didn't talk much around the ships and kept it out here in the bars. And yes, he realizes what is inevitably going to happen - the confusion and mix-ups. Though to his eyes, now that he was in close, there were a number of differences between them. But maybe that was because he knew his own face, so picking out the faults in a near-perfect copy were easy. ]}

Heh, better name than mine. I got the Tourist. Kind of a slap in the face, that name.

_{[ There was a quiet moment as he tipped his beer bottle back and forth with the tip of his finger. ]}

Out of curiosity - what year are you from?

[bigvessel]

Why? Is this space you've visited before? [And there's a slight draw to the words, shot after shot finally starting to hit him.]

2012.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He shook his head. ]}

No, this is uncharted space to me. Though, clearly this area of space is inhabited by species with interstellar travel capabilities. What I meant is - the ship is called the Tourist, but being a tourist implies you're here of your own will and not forcibly kidnapped via as of yet unknown means.

_{[ See? Smack in the face, his ship, every time he has to name it. Or maybe he just thought to hard on it the first night when he was still blustery and angry. ]}

Hah, that's comforting. We're not even close in eras. I'm from 2260.

[bigvessel]

Dude. Seriously. You talk a lot. [He teases, because the only part of that is even worth paying attention to is the difference in years between them.]

That so? Glad the future knows what good looking still looks like. Do you have anything futuristic with you?

[universal_charm]

_{[ He smiles at that. It made it sound like they were making progress and he was glad for that. It would be a shame to hate the person who shared your face, after all. ]}

Sadly, no. I don't think Atroma liked the idea of me having a direct line of communication back to my ship.

Or what, this entire space station isn't enough for you?

[bigvessel]

I meant to prove you are who you are. I get we're in space, this whole mess I believe. [It's kind of hard not to, after all.

Still, he can give the guy the benefit of the doubt on that part. He didn't exactly show up with his gun strapped to his side.]

[universal_charm]

Can you prove you are who you say you are?

_{[ He titled his head at him, wondering if the other really had been left with definite proof. Kirk had nothing but his own word and what the rosters said, but he supposed Atroma could alter those if it really wanted. After a minute of thought he reached down and pulled up his shirt enough to show his ribs and the bold tattoo running down them - NCC [ Star Fleet Symbol ] 1701. ]}

Don't know if that's proof enough for you, but that's my ship's number - the Enterprise. About all I really have besides my uniform.

[bigvessel]

Nope. But I'm not claiming the same thing as you.

[Which, he gets there's some irony in accusing a guy of lying about who he is, when that's exactly what he's doing. But nobody would ever accuse him of being fair.

He eyes the tattoo and chuckles.] That just shows you're a serious fan.

But alright. Benefit of the doubt right. So, any bright ideas on how to get out of here?

[universal_charm]

Not claiming to be who you are?

_{[ He raised a brow, as if he's caught FDR in a lie. Even if he was lying, Kirk was sure he had his reasons, and so long as it wasn't precisely hurting anyone, what was the harm? Maybe this was a new start for him or something. ]}

I've had a few, but I'm been assured Atroma's already thought of them too and curtailed those. Not to mention without understanding where we are in space... well, the gambles are pretty big, you know? And always in favor of the house.

_{[ His mouth turns down in a somewhat sour look, but he clears it. ]}

But! I only just got here. So there's plenty of time yet to figure it all out.

[bigvessel]

...Not claiming to be someone famous, jackass.

[God. Don't read into his words, okay, you might learn something.]

Well, I'm sure the great Captain Kirk will figure something out. That's kind of what you do, right?

[universal_charm]

Oh, I'm famous am I? And here I thought my reputation hadn't reached quite so far.

_{[ He laughs though, clearly joking as he tipped back his drink - and equally happy to let the conversation veer elsewhere. ]}

Hah, yeah, I guess it is, isn't it? I do ask for a small grace period to adjust. I travel around in space, but it's not every day I'm kidnapped for a reality show.