driftfleet | 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.

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I was not aware losing someone meant you had to stop loving them.

[ That seems like an odd thing to do. ]

Were we?

[That's not...] Hurts too much the other way.

[And he's just gonna stare for a minute before chuckling.] Mm, did you forget? Well, I guess I don't have to remind you then.

It will hurt either way, I find.

[ Leto has loved many people. None he can keep for obvious reasons. ]

Drinking?

Well, I'm not much of a masochist. But, certainly not judging.

[He certainly loves people, but they can all be counted on a single hand through his lifetime. And he's been relatively happy with that.]

Drinking, and wherever drinkings leads, hm? [And he tips his drink in Leto's direction.]

[ He smiles, bemused. ]

High hopes will keep, it seems.

Well, I always like to aim big. I'm a fan of a challenge. [And he smirks.]

Do those things under your skin, do they feel it when someone's touching you? Piss them off?

I never would have guessed.

[ He glances at the worm-skin idly. ]

They feel it as I do. We're connected. As such, it's important that we both keep our emotions . . . level at all times.

[He smirks, because there's nothing else to really say about that, is there?]

What happens if you don't?

It's not recommended.

[ Most likely, it'll trigger a berserker rage, submerging Leto's conscious self and letting the Worm become dominant. ]

[His brow raises at that. That's not exactly an answer to his question, pal. And as open and forward as Leto's been with him so far, he can only assume that it's something bad.]

...So, should not piss you off, is that it? You go Hulk or something?

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Don't be absurd. You literally grilled within minutes of your arrival and I showed no discomfort then. What makes you think you, or anyone else, has the slightest ability to make me angry in any way?

[He grins at that. Yeah. He remembers.]

I wasn't even thinking of trying. I figure if you're some emotional ticking-time bomb, you've got some decent breathing techniques or something.

It would take a great deal to make me angry. In fact, I can't recall a time when I have been angry.

[ He's never had an explosive rage or felt a simmering cold anger. ]

Well, that's good to know. [Kind of impressive too. He definitely has his moments of anger, and sometimes breathing exercises just aren't enough.]

So then is that it, rage? What about all those other emotions? Like when someone bites it?

Those are equally possible.

[ Rage isn't in his top ten of deadly emotions. ]

Though I've never reacted in anger when someone has died. Grief is . . . natural.

And grief doesn't count as a high enough emotion to get that thing to go all wild on you? [Because he'd take anger any day over grief again. Without a doubt.]

[ Bluntly, without thought or censure. ]

If I grieve for all those I know and see dying in my mind's eye, my tears would be an oceans. Time is open to me.

Seeing in your mind's eye? You're talking your past relatives and shit right? [And he eyes him thoughtfully.] You can't see the future or some crazy thing, can you?

[ Oh. Whoops. Leto blinks, looking back. Had he not mentioned that? ]

Ah. . . . About that.

[ A little guilty. Normally he's upfront about it. ]

I do have the power to perceive possible futures and pasts.

[No! No, he had not.

And FDR is definitely not sure what to think about it when he's told. First instinct is to call bullshit. But Leto isn't exactly human like he's used to either. So, maybe he can. And he'd honestly prefer if the guy was a liar.]

...And pasts? [Because that bothers him even more than future-seeing.] Did you look at mine?

[ This was the part Leto hates. The hurdle that he has to go through with everyone to see how much of him they're willing to tolerate. And Leto knows the line stops at his powers. His shoulders hunch, defensive. Well, no matter. He hasn't lied and he's kept no secrets. ]

Yes and no. It's not something I can control.

[...Yeah. He's not exactly a fan of that answer, but he doesn't say anything immediately after, instead he's quiet and thoughtful, sipping the drink in front of him.]

So...[Hmm.] You've seen my past and you're still interested in talking with me?

[ That was an odd response. Leto glances at him. ]

Why wouldn't I be? There's nothing there that bothers me.

[Well. That pretty much confirms all that nosey past digging. But, while he's not exactly a fan of it being used on him, he has to admit, he would absolutely do the same thing if he had that power. Hell, he attempts to do that exact thing without that power in the form of extensive background checks and spying. So. He's got no real room to judge.

And if it's a thorough lookthrough, then Leto isn't bothered by his lack of privacy anyway. Two peas in a pod a bit here, huh?]

No?...Huh. [A small chuckle.] So that's why you were being a dick about the captain thing, huh? You could have told me you knew.

But it was funny watching you sell the story so hard.

[ He has to be entertained somehow. ]

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