FDR (
bigvessel) wrote in
driftfleet2016-02-12 12:46 am
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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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[And he shrugs.] C'mon, give me an example. You're picking me up, what do you say to me?
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But if I were persuaded to do so . . .
[ With surprising gentleness, he slips his hand under FDR's to raise it up, much like picking up a lady's dainty hand or a glass slipper. Obi-Wan doesn't deign to kiss it, though he lowers his eyes to meet FDR's gaze. With his low, cultured voice, he speaks. ]
I would say you look beautiful this evening.
[ From anyone else, it sounds cheesy. Obi-Wan, however, makes it sound genuine. ]
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That's definitely not the kind of pick-up line he uses though, but he can't even criticize because Obi makes it sound...good. Talk about it all being in the delivery.]
Consider myself schooled.
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Technique tends to go a long way.
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[ It's not a large part of his reputation. Anakin tends to flaunt it more than Obi-Wan does. ]
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[And he continues to spin his empty shot glass between nimble fingers.]
You as good at the after-talking part of the deal?
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[ Though he laments his teaching skills of late. ]
It depends. As a Jedi, I have little time to follow it up. When I can or when the time is right . . . [ He shrugs loosely. ] I don't think I need to spell it out.
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Obi. Why do you even indulge this topic of conversation? It's amazing really.] There it is. I knew there was cocky bastard in there somewhere. Do you use the force? Can you use the force? Like some invisible kinky hand?
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That depends. How much does it take to get you off?
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Congratulations on the wide-eyed surprise that crosses his face-at least for a brief moment before it turns into easy laughter.]
Is that your way of offering? Do I get a force handjob?
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But FDR didn't need to know that. ]
Unlikely. There's nothing in it for me, is there?
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Oh, like that, are you? Gotta get a little something to give something?
[And he shrugs.] I'm never a selfish person. [In bed, clearly doesn't need to be specified there right?]
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I'm sure you'll find better company elsewhere than me.
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Did I say something wrong?
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No.
[ After a pause. ]
Jedi do not have attachments. We do not seek them out.
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[When were they talking about attachments? Here he was thinking they were just talking about sex. And he's pretty sure Jedi have sex. Or that whole "Luke I am your father" thing wouldn't have happened. Unless only the dark side aren't virgins.]
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I don't mean that we can't have sex, but such things are not encouraged.
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Yeah? Why not?
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[Case and point.]
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You've clearly had a fulfilling emotional life, haven't you?
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...Well. Seems like I'm not the only one. Might as well fulfill it in every other way, huh?
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If you truly believe it works, I won't say otherwise.
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So, how's it working for you without either then? No physical intimacy. No emotional intimacy. That's gotta be pretty damn lonely.
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