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driftfleet2016-02-12 12:46 am
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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So he shows up about an hour after their conversation. Never show up too early, it's just bad form. And he heads over to the bar, leaning over on his elbows and looking around for the guy in the video. Maybe he should have bothered to get a name.]
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Look at that, you showed up and everything.
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Well, needed to see if you were a liar on top of sexual deviant or not.
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[Which...isn't exactly the best trait for a demon to have, but what else is new where Crowley's concerned. ]
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And he just couldn't help himself.] ...Demon? Like little red butts and pitchforks?
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[He grimaces, then shrugs. ]
About the same as you guys picture it, but with more bureaucracy.
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[He understands the hell that is bureaucracy.] So, about that drink?
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Sure thing. Pick your poison.
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[Crowley's smirk gets particularly wide, before shrugging. ]
I make a mean Tequila Sunrise.
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A sigh. That's such a fruity drink. But he is a fan of tequila.] Make it strong for me.
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[He is not even joking. He'll go about making the aforementioned cocktail. It's about 80% tequila and 10% sunrise, to be honest. ]
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[What's the other 10%, dude? Though he's got no complaints about something strong. With this whole situation, he kinda feels like he deserves the occasional buzz.]
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To be fair, it was the Big Guy that kicked them out. I just pointed out that it was stupid to have a big tree in the middle of the Garden that was apparently forbidden. Load of bollocks, if you ask me.
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...Yeah, always seemed like a dick move to me too. [He should probably not say shit like that if there's actually a god though. Eh, like he'd actually go to heaven even if there was.]
So what do you do besides getting people kicked out of paradise and make tequila sunrises?
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You're in the minority.
Technically I'm still in the temptation business, but I've been away from home long enough I think I can consider myself largely retired. Mostly, I run this place.
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Temptations, huh? Well, that doesn't sound like a bad gig. [Like booze please.] What did you do? Lead men to cheat? Turn Tina Turner onto crack?
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Unless you call me being allowed to continue existing a bonus, no. They're stingy on stuff like that.
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But he takes a sip anyway, after scrunching his nose up at, like did it really need the pink bendy straw, dude? And well...that's strong. So, it's all excusable.]
So, you like it here then? Even a reality tv show has got to be better than Hell.
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I do, in fact. It's better than Paradisa, too. I admit I miss Earth on occasion, but there are plenty of humans here to observe, so.
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Is that how you pass the time? People watching? I was under the impression you were a little more exciting than that.
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