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driftfleet2016-03-02 04:10 pm
nedstarksbastard) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-02 04:10 pm
Entry tags:
002 || video + action
Who: Two literal five-year-olds. (aka: Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy [reek])
Broadcast: fleetwide! whoops.
Action: Three Twins. sorry gang.
When: now!
[Here’s the setting: the engine room of the Three Twins, and Jon is nowhere to be found. Judging from the sounds of the engines humming coming just off-screen, though, he sounds like he’s actually working on something. Or just trying to familiarize himself with how his new equipment and the ship works--he’s learned from the last disaster he’s had, thankfully off the ship.
Apparently, however, he still hasn’t learned from the last time he was unknowingly filmed, but this time it’s a different culprit.
The culprit isn't a particularly good cameraman. The video is shaky, and the occasional thumb makes an appearance over the lens, but somehow with a little quiet maneuvering, the mystery man manages to get Jon into frame. ]
They're actually letting you work down here? Did they miss your previous attempt?
[ The voice is sharp, it's smug, and there's a note of laughter in every word. Surprise, it's everyone's favorite mess, Theon Greyjoy. ]
Well, I suspect they won't miss it this time. Do your crew a favor and try to keep the fire down this time, Snow.
[Jon makes a noise and whips around. It sounds vaguely like a particularly sulfurous curse that, had Jon Snow known a mother, he wouldn’t even dream of spitting out at his worst enemy. But as things stand, Theon’s getting very, very close to that rank, and Jon never knew his mother anyway.
Note that he has a wrench in his hand. That’ll come in handy later.
His eyes narrow when he sees Theon. This won’t go too well, clearly.]
What are you doing here? [And--wait. Is that--he points his wrench at the communicator.] And turn that off, Greyjoy.
[ Theon only laughs and takes a step closer to bring Jon (and the wrench) further into view. He truly believes Jon is about to set this entire engine room on fire, and proof of it on video would be nothing less than delicious. ]
Simple enough. I sensed your stupidity and had to come see it take shape again. [ You don't need to see Theon's face to know he's grinning a cheshire grin. His smile is totally audible. ] I thought everyone else would like to see as well. I'm sure they're willing to wait.
[This is the face of a man who is most definitely a hair’s breadth from just throwing something at Theon’s head. What is it about Greyjoy that brings out Jon’s inner five-year-old, really?]
You’ve wasted their time then. [Do you see any fires here?] Turn that off and leave, Greyjoy. [Or else, is the underlying threat here. And judging from how tense he is he’s very likely to carry out the unspoken threat.]
[ Another laugh from Theon. He's never humored Snow before, so why should he start now? The shakiness of the camera subsides a bit, as if Theon's leaned back against a wall to wait for the real show to begin. ]
Give it a moment, then we'll decide if I've wasted their time.
[Well. He warned him, and Jon’s angry enough now that he decides, fine. He might not have a sword or any kind of viable weapon with him, but he has a wrench and it’s heavy and it should do the job just fine.
Said wrench is not in Jon’s hand anymore, it’s just been thrown straight at Theon’s head, and Jon himself is probably (read: definitely, whether Theon gets hit or not) going to follow that up with making an attempted grab for the communicator so he can turn it off, which won’t turn out all that well.]
[ Theon tries, he tries so hard to duck the wrench because Jon is predictable and was obviously going to make use of what he had. He nearly makes it, but judging by the loud swear he lets out, he clearly wasn't quick enough. ]
Seven hells, you ass... [ The video is shaking something awful now as two medieval five year olds wrestle with one another to stop it from recording. ] Stop--get away from me, Snow! You're doing it wrong.
Then give it--[wait. Shit.
Wrong button.]
((black is Jon, gold is Theon!))
reek])Broadcast: fleetwide! whoops.
Action: Three Twins. sorry gang.
When: now!
[Here’s the setting: the engine room of the Three Twins, and Jon is nowhere to be found. Judging from the sounds of the engines humming coming just off-screen, though, he sounds like he’s actually working on something. Or just trying to familiarize himself with how his new equipment and the ship works--he’s learned from the last disaster he’s had, thankfully off the ship.
Apparently, however, he still hasn’t learned from the last time he was unknowingly filmed, but this time it’s a different culprit.
The culprit isn't a particularly good cameraman. The video is shaky, and the occasional thumb makes an appearance over the lens, but somehow with a little quiet maneuvering, the mystery man manages to get Jon into frame. ]
They're actually letting you work down here? Did they miss your previous attempt?
[ The voice is sharp, it's smug, and there's a note of laughter in every word. Surprise, it's everyone's favorite mess, Theon Greyjoy. ]
Well, I suspect they won't miss it this time. Do your crew a favor and try to keep the fire down this time, Snow.
[Jon makes a noise and whips around. It sounds vaguely like a particularly sulfurous curse that, had Jon Snow known a mother, he wouldn’t even dream of spitting out at his worst enemy. But as things stand, Theon’s getting very, very close to that rank, and Jon never knew his mother anyway.
Note that he has a wrench in his hand. That’ll come in handy later.
His eyes narrow when he sees Theon. This won’t go too well, clearly.]
What are you doing here? [And--wait. Is that--he points his wrench at the communicator.] And turn that off, Greyjoy.
[ Theon only laughs and takes a step closer to bring Jon (and the wrench) further into view. He truly believes Jon is about to set this entire engine room on fire, and proof of it on video would be nothing less than delicious. ]
Simple enough. I sensed your stupidity and had to come see it take shape again. [ You don't need to see Theon's face to know he's grinning a cheshire grin. His smile is totally audible. ] I thought everyone else would like to see as well. I'm sure they're willing to wait.
[This is the face of a man who is most definitely a hair’s breadth from just throwing something at Theon’s head. What is it about Greyjoy that brings out Jon’s inner five-year-old, really?]
You’ve wasted their time then. [Do you see any fires here?] Turn that off and leave, Greyjoy. [Or else, is the underlying threat here. And judging from how tense he is he’s very likely to carry out the unspoken threat.]
[ Another laugh from Theon. He's never humored Snow before, so why should he start now? The shakiness of the camera subsides a bit, as if Theon's leaned back against a wall to wait for the real show to begin. ]
Give it a moment, then we'll decide if I've wasted their time.
[Well. He warned him, and Jon’s angry enough now that he decides, fine. He might not have a sword or any kind of viable weapon with him, but he has a wrench and it’s heavy and it should do the job just fine.
Said wrench is not in Jon’s hand anymore, it’s just been thrown straight at Theon’s head, and Jon himself is probably (read: definitely, whether Theon gets hit or not) going to follow that up with making an attempted grab for the communicator so he can turn it off, which won’t turn out all that well.]
[ Theon tries, he tries so hard to duck the wrench because Jon is predictable and was obviously going to make use of what he had. He nearly makes it, but judging by the loud swear he lets out, he clearly wasn't quick enough. ]
Seven hells, you ass... [ The video is shaking something awful now as two medieval five year olds wrestle with one another to stop it from recording. ] Stop--get away from me, Snow! You're doing it wrong.
Then give it--[wait. Shit.
Wrong button.]
((black is Jon, gold is Theon!))
Video
[The name change is actually a cheery thought, since it indicates Theon is actually taking care of the plant.]
Harlaw's climbing the ranks quickly.
Video
There are no Corporals where I'm from.
[ Except corporal punishment. ]
I assumed captain would be the closest thing.
Video
[Heh.] Proles army ranks, since it's what I know. Corporal is second step on the enlisted ladder. Enlisted means you're not an officer. So you'd be a private, then it goes corporal, specialist, sergeant, staff sergeant, and then higher grades of sergeant. [Shrug.] Captain's actually a naval officer rank. So we didn't have those in the infantry, but I'm guessing a Captain's around the same as a Commander was for us.
Maybe you've got smaller armies with less ranks?
Video
The Iron Islands are home to a fleet of five hundred longships and over twenty thousand men. [ Enough to start a rebellion, but not enough to win a rebellion. ] There are larger armies, but our fleet is unrivaled. Captain is the only rank that matters.
[ Which is to say that there are indeed far fewer ranks. ]
Video
Oh maybe that's why you didn't get the chain of command right off, if there's like only one rank. [But hey, he's obviously figured it out at least a little more, since she hasn't had to kick his ass again.]
Video
[ It sure feels dismissive, but if his previous behavior is anything to judge by, Theon is clearly more sensitive than he cares to admit to. At least he doesn't argue about it. ]
Perhaps we lack the number of ranks your world has, but we have squabbling kings and lords in excess.
Video
So I hope it works out better for you guys.
Video
As do I.
[ But what are you on about, though? What's a bio-weapon? ]
Video
Um. The dysthrophe is a disease that infects people and makes them mutate physically. Like change, so they grow scaly skin and claws and bone spurs that are sharp as razors. Then they go crazy and try to eat other people. And they're really hard to kill. They get stronger and faster and very violent. And there isn't a cure. If you get infected, you're toast. So like... if one of your brother soldiers gets bit, you kill him, because it's better for both of you than letting him turn into a monster.
The disease came out of nowhere, when we were already at war. And there aren't any other diseases like it, and there never have been. So it was probably created in a laboratory by scientists in one of the other cities and they infected people on purpose. To try to kill their enemies, but it destroyed all of the cities in the end.