Erik "NO" Lehnsherr [Blade | Magneto] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2016-02-27 02:14 pm
grandstanding) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-27 02:14 pm
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Who: Erik Lehnsherr & anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide video, unintentional
Action: The Marsiva
When: 26th Feb
[When the feed begins, Erik is already awake. Awake, but not yet moving from the bed. He's holding himself in the kind of intense stillness that preludes a burst of activity. And it comes shortly after, as he rolls swiftly to his feet and surveys the deck. This isn't the mansion, that much is clear. Nor is it part of any realm he's been in that he can tell. His brow furrows as he glares daggers into a featureless wall. While there is nothing of particular interest about it - it's just a wall - he seems to be observing something he finds off-putting about it.
He shakes his head abruptly, a quick jerk of the chin.] No. [With nothing further to say than that, he turns and stalks out of frame, with only a cursory glance at the communicator left behind.
Ten minutes pass, the feed holding on a truly exciting shot of that empty bed and floor.
But soon enough he re-enters the frame, wearing an expression somewhere between frustrated and resigned. This time, he does notice the communicator. After a considering pause, he walks over, reaching out ... and turns it with a finger, pointing the camera at the wall. His voice rings out clearly a moment later.]
If someone is watching, I'd appreciate an explanation. I haven't got much patience for these kinds of games anymore.
Broadcast: Fleetwide video, unintentional
Action: The Marsiva
When: 26th Feb
[When the feed begins, Erik is already awake. Awake, but not yet moving from the bed. He's holding himself in the kind of intense stillness that preludes a burst of activity. And it comes shortly after, as he rolls swiftly to his feet and surveys the deck. This isn't the mansion, that much is clear. Nor is it part of any realm he's been in that he can tell. His brow furrows as he glares daggers into a featureless wall. While there is nothing of particular interest about it - it's just a wall - he seems to be observing something he finds off-putting about it.
He shakes his head abruptly, a quick jerk of the chin.] No. [With nothing further to say than that, he turns and stalks out of frame, with only a cursory glance at the communicator left behind.
Ten minutes pass, the feed holding on a truly exciting shot of that empty bed and floor.
But soon enough he re-enters the frame, wearing an expression somewhere between frustrated and resigned. This time, he does notice the communicator. After a considering pause, he walks over, reaching out ... and turns it with a finger, pointing the camera at the wall. His voice rings out clearly a moment later.]
If someone is watching, I'd appreciate an explanation. I haven't got much patience for these kinds of games anymore.
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[But he shakes his head, casting a glance back to the stars through the window. Reality TV can wait.]
The whole getting paid part isn't something I quite understand yet.
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[because she's helpful. she follows his gaze, shrugs. the view still doesn't seem real.]
Word on the street is this station's frozen our accounts, so you may not find out any time soon.
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[So he would assume he has no money to start with.]</small
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I'm not sure I'm inclined to prove myself to them.
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I doubt it'd get you anywhere. They made it sound like their accounts have been frozen for a while.
[and this is all assuming that's the real reason why they're frozen.]
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[So it's doubly pointless.]
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[or at least that logan's one.]
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You're looking at them. Mostly, anyway. There's a room with medical supplies down the hall, but that's the only place we go on this ship. We're completely cut off. You won't find anyone besides us new recruits, either.
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[she's sadly discovered the lack of anything sharp in the hospitality deck.]
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[as in: there are none, not any personal grudges. she thinks for a minute then gestures back at the punching bag and few other exercise equipment.]
There's those, and there's the robots in the medical wing. But I don't know what they're programmed to do if someone tried dragging them around.
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The bike should be enough. We don't need the whole thing.
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And we got to pick a wall that we're sure doesn't lead to the outside. I'm not interested in [she gestures with her hands to indicate something looks kind of like popping. is that what happens in space??] just to stick it to the Atroma.
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