José Ramse (
nostraightlines) wrote in
driftfleet2016-02-21 07:43 pm
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+1 unhappy time traveler
Who: Ramse and YOU
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: SS Starstruck, if you want to come and find him
When: soon after the shuffle!
[ To say that Ramse is displeased is an understatement. This is the second time he's been yanked from one world to another, and where the first was actually an improvement, this second place is... not. Outerspace. Really. Really?! They don't even have space travel in his time, though he knows that in the past people made it as far as the moon. Nothing like this. His outrage at being taken is the overwhelming thing, though. He was happy in Eudio, where there was food and people he cared for. They told him they were sending him home (something he already had mixed feelings about) and instead he's here. Having to learn a new way of life all over again and excuse me it's being watched?
He's found the armory and the clothes in his bunk room, at least, so now he's dressed and armed. He sits in the cold empty space while he fiddles with the communicator. It turns out to be easy to use, and when he makes a broadcast his voice is deep and grumbly. Someone's sooooo cranky. ]
So let me get this straight, I'm new and might not have understood. We're here... to be entertainment. Not to save the world, not to help with a war, not to do anything productive at all.
Yeah. How do we leave?
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: SS Starstruck, if you want to come and find him
When: soon after the shuffle!
[ To say that Ramse is displeased is an understatement. This is the second time he's been yanked from one world to another, and where the first was actually an improvement, this second place is... not. Outerspace. Really. Really?! They don't even have space travel in his time, though he knows that in the past people made it as far as the moon. Nothing like this. His outrage at being taken is the overwhelming thing, though. He was happy in Eudio, where there was food and people he cared for. They told him they were sending him home (something he already had mixed feelings about) and instead he's here. Having to learn a new way of life all over again and excuse me it's being watched?
He's found the armory and the clothes in his bunk room, at least, so now he's dressed and armed. He sits in the cold empty space while he fiddles with the communicator. It turns out to be easy to use, and when he makes a broadcast his voice is deep and grumbly. Someone's sooooo cranky. ]
So let me get this straight, I'm new and might not have understood. We're here... to be entertainment. Not to save the world, not to help with a war, not to do anything productive at all.
Yeah. How do we leave?

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No idea.
[ Basically if it can't be hunted or packed into an MRE, he probably won't remember it. ]
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[ this is a CRIME ]
They're a kind of breakfast pastry, though really they should be dessert.
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[ ... the things you remember from elementary school, man. ]
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I don't really know all that much about dinosaurs, actually.
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[ It sounds kind of like 'mrar' so not quite a rar but close. It does, perhaps surprisingly with his low voice, sound like a cat. ]
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That was almost freakishly good!
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Let's hear you, I'm curious.
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[ but, he did just do it for her. it's only fair. she sighs. ]
Okay, but I make no promises.
[ a small, chirpy mew attempt. it's nothing extraordinary ]
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Not bad but that was more like a kitten. I think you're holding back. You shouldn't be afraid of sounding silly, it's just me.
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