Video/Action

[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

[bigvessel]

[Well, the uncontrolled anger kind of fits a lot of the lore he's familiar with. So.

But he chuckles at the four weeks thing.] So it's like a period. [Sorry. He just. Can't not make that connection.]

What do you do? I mean, you're on a ship in space, can't be the best place to transform and attack people.

1/2

[theshabbiestofmen]

[NOT EVEN GONNA COMMENT ON THAT FIRST THING. He's had more than enough of those jokes from his friends, thank you.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

I lock myself in a room, frankly. I can set spells for a night that stun me, if the wolf gets it in his head to try and break the door down-- and there are a few people here who can stay around me. People who can change shape, turn into animals-- or other werewolves, ones that don't lose their mind. They know to incapacitate me in some way if I get too close to other people.

[bigvessel]

Oh, good. So you have some keepers. That's... [And he chuckles and shakes his head.

This is all nuts.] So. Are you a beast or a man in the sack?

[Sorry. It popped in his head. He has to say it, because sometimes FDR has the mentality of a fifteen year old.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Are you propositioning me?

[bigvessel]

[He's quiet for a second, a little surprised at the question before it has him laughing.

Seriously, man? Just let him wipe at his eyes here before he tries to answer.]

I was-no. I wasn't. But you know, now that you mention it....

[See this amused grin.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Okay, rude. He hadn't seriously been asking, but now he's insulted. So he tips his head and raises his eyebrows.]

Oh?

[bigvessel]

[Oh. Don't look like that. It's just funny.]

Well, I mean....[And he leans back from the screen a little bit like it actually helps him examine the guy on the other end of the screen better.] Well. [He grins.] Plus. Werewolf. That might be kind of hot in the...non-Twilight way.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[It'd been a joke before, in a weird sort of way; a back and forth neither of them had truly meant. But at that comment-- Remus barks an incredulous laugh.]

You can't be serious.

[bigvessel]

[He snorts in return at that tone.]

Let me guess, just like shuttle racing, it's just not something you partake in?

[theshabbiestofmen]

No, I certainly partake.

[He's not actually forty, despite the sweaters and the tea and the fussiness.]

But I think that's the first time anyone's every told me that not only were they not repulsed by my lycanthropy, but that it was alluring.

[bigvessel]

Oh, good.

[And he can't help but grin at that.] Well, I mean, so long as you mind your teeth. I'd rather not get turned. But, nah, man, it's nothing to be repulsed about. But I'd...probably pass on sex while you were in that form.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Believe me when I say you would never get close to me in that form.

[But a smile flickers onto his face. It still seems a cruel joke, and Remus can't understand how something like lycanthropy is alluring, but-- at least he's not being made fun of.

Which-- Remus wrinkles his nose.]

In any case. Ah. I wasn't-- it wasn't-- an actual proposition. I mean.

[bigvessel]

That's....probably for the best. [Not that he's scared of the idea of werewolves, hell, it'd be kind of fun to see how he stacked up against one.

But then he's a man who can't turn down a challenge and likes a few risks. That added to being a child of movies, especially horror movies, well, Remus has some nostalgia and curiosity on his side.]

[A chuckle.] Of course not. I don't think I got your name.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Remus Lupin. And yes, I'm deeply aware of the irony.

[bigvessel]

[He puts his hands up in mock surrender.] Wasn't gonna go there.

[Look. He's named after a president. And his first name is Franklin, he's not teasing anybody about their name.]