Winn Schott (
winn) wrote in
driftfleet2016-03-02 08:05 pm
Entry tags:
01 - video/action
Who: Winn & you!
Broadcast: video
Action: on the Marsiva
When: now!
action;
[ it's the smell that makes the first tug towards wakefulness, or rather the lack of it - over the years, winn's gotten used to waking up to a familiar aroma of an apartment that's just a little too dusty, has just a little too many clothes that really should have been washed yesterday lying around, maybe some residual takeout smell that still lingers from the night before because he's forgotten to properly ventilate - none of it is hitting his nose now, and his mind is not taking it well. groaning, and rubbing his eyes with one hand, his other reaches for his bedside table to pick up his phone - only to hit air.
well that's weird.
eyes finally blinking open, he finds himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. shifting in bed - he finds himself falling to an unfamiliar floor.
what the hell?
he's dreaming, right? he has to be dreaming. or maybe it's a freaky fantasy like the one kara was stuck in - though why would anyone waste disgusting alien hallucinatory-leach things on him? and besides, this - this looks absolutely nothing like his ideal fantasy world! well, just in case it'll work (he'd fill really silly if he passes up the simplest solution for being too simple and it'll end up being all that it takes!), he shuts his eyes tightly, pinches his arm, and mumbles to himself ]
I hella reject this fantasy. You are rejected, fired, gone!
[ opening his eyes again, he finds that unsurprisingly - the only change that transpired is that his arm now aches. well, what else was he expecting? pulling himself up to his feet, he decides he might as well try to figure out where he is - and how to get out of here.
and then he spots the window. blurting out a girly scream, he turns his back to it, his knees nearly buckling under him, and his face losing color. slowly, he turns back towards it and chances another peek, chuckling nervously at his own behavior, trying to ridicule his fear away ]
That's a pretty good green screen -
video;
[ the face that appears on your screen is pale and clearly very shaken. actually, he kinda looks like he's going to be sick, doesn't he? good thing that space tech isn't 7-D! ...unless it is in which case, now would be a pretty bad time to find that out... ]
I got a couple questions for -- whoever's watching this - or - [ he looks around, waving his free hand to gesture around the room - wherever the less voluntary cameras may be ] this - If this is a reality show, when's elimination? Cuz I - I volunteer to go home! I mean let's face it, there is no point to keep me in the running - unless elimination's actually eh, elimination [ he runs his finger against his throat to illustrate his point ] in which case -- my vote is still on home, thanks -
This...isn't really space, is it? [ he chuckles nervously ] I know 'beam me up' was my birthday wish for like 3 years running, but you're over a decade late and this is so not what I had in mind - [ he clears his throat. not the point! and not something he needed to share with - potentially an entire galaxy. actually, this whole broadcast was probably pretty dumb, way to make himself easy prey. ok, no worries! he can still salvage this! ] Anyway! Little help, a lotta help, Xanax, I'll take what you got, thanks. [ clearing his throat again ] Over? [ nailed it. ]
Broadcast: video
Action: on the Marsiva
When: now!
action;
[ it's the smell that makes the first tug towards wakefulness, or rather the lack of it - over the years, winn's gotten used to waking up to a familiar aroma of an apartment that's just a little too dusty, has just a little too many clothes that really should have been washed yesterday lying around, maybe some residual takeout smell that still lingers from the night before because he's forgotten to properly ventilate - none of it is hitting his nose now, and his mind is not taking it well. groaning, and rubbing his eyes with one hand, his other reaches for his bedside table to pick up his phone - only to hit air.
well that's weird.
eyes finally blinking open, he finds himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. shifting in bed - he finds himself falling to an unfamiliar floor.
what the hell?
he's dreaming, right? he has to be dreaming. or maybe it's a freaky fantasy like the one kara was stuck in - though why would anyone waste disgusting alien hallucinatory-leach things on him? and besides, this - this looks absolutely nothing like his ideal fantasy world! well, just in case it'll work (he'd fill really silly if he passes up the simplest solution for being too simple and it'll end up being all that it takes!), he shuts his eyes tightly, pinches his arm, and mumbles to himself ]
I hella reject this fantasy. You are rejected, fired, gone!
[ opening his eyes again, he finds that unsurprisingly - the only change that transpired is that his arm now aches. well, what else was he expecting? pulling himself up to his feet, he decides he might as well try to figure out where he is - and how to get out of here.
and then he spots the window. blurting out a girly scream, he turns his back to it, his knees nearly buckling under him, and his face losing color. slowly, he turns back towards it and chances another peek, chuckling nervously at his own behavior, trying to ridicule his fear away ]
That's a pretty good green screen -
video;
[ the face that appears on your screen is pale and clearly very shaken. actually, he kinda looks like he's going to be sick, doesn't he? good thing that space tech isn't 7-D! ...unless it is in which case, now would be a pretty bad time to find that out... ]
I got a couple questions for -- whoever's watching this - or - [ he looks around, waving his free hand to gesture around the room - wherever the less voluntary cameras may be ] this - If this is a reality show, when's elimination? Cuz I - I volunteer to go home! I mean let's face it, there is no point to keep me in the running - unless elimination's actually eh, elimination [ he runs his finger against his throat to illustrate his point ] in which case -- my vote is still on home, thanks -
This...isn't really space, is it? [ he chuckles nervously ] I know 'beam me up' was my birthday wish for like 3 years running, but you're over a decade late and this is so not what I had in mind - [ he clears his throat. not the point! and not something he needed to share with - potentially an entire galaxy. actually, this whole broadcast was probably pretty dumb, way to make himself easy prey. ok, no worries! he can still salvage this! ] Anyway! Little help, a lotta help, Xanax, I'll take what you got, thanks. [ clearing his throat again ] Over? [ nailed it. ]

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[ winn schott: breaking all the cool laws since pretty much day 1. ]
How many ships are out there?
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[She has to do a little mental counting, but she's been doing her research.]
Eighteen. Why? Trying to calculate the odds of ending up on mine?
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[ nodding. and then shaking his head ]
I actually have my sights set on one already, my - friend's there. Though if I couldn't go there that is so far my best case scenario -
[ because she seems nice! and not, hating on his sense of humor! ]
I'm just trying to - figure out what can be figured out. Actually, speaking of, do you maybe know who I talk to about going to my friend's ship?
[video]
But as far as making requests before being assigned I don't think you can. I know you can do it afterward. Or maybe you just have to talk to someone who's been here longer for that detail.
[video]
[ he doesn't really see the harm in that question, it's not like he and kara are being particularly sneaky about their connection. which - maybe they should be? but it's too late, and they wouldn't last at it anyway. it's way too tempting to hold onto the one familiar person they've got here - and she's mostly what he has to hang onto back home too. true, he's trying to be better about that - but out in space doesn't really seem like a fair place to expect that of him. ]
Right I'll - keep asking. [ nodding ] Do you know if requests are usually granted? Who do you make them to? [ if you can make requests, if you get assignments - there has to be a connection to whoever's running this show somewhere, and that means there's a trail to follow! ]
[video]
You just fill out some paperwork and make the request at a network station from what I've heard. I haven't actually done anything like that myself. [Sorry, no "who" really involved. At least not in a helpful way.]
[video]
Paperwork. Somehow, it manages to make even forced space travel boring.
[ hey, the paperwork has to go somewhere, right! and unless it's actual paper, it should be followable. that's a word now. ]
[video]
Have a lot of paperwork back home?
[video]
Thankfully most of it not on paper anymore -- but yeah, it kind of always comes back to haunt you.
[video]
I'm not sure it's actually paper here either. Guess you'll have to be surprised. Hopefully her ship isn't already overcrowded. [She knows a lot of them are.]
[video]
[ wait. feeling very concerned about his clothes now. and his hair. ok, no, he is not getting rid of his hair fuck you space! ]
It is...but she said she'll save me her couch.
[video]
That's generous of her. I told her she should be making a profit on that.
[video]
Kara would never do that.
[ it's why it's so freaking hard to get over her. she's just so...good. he should probably be thinking twice about her offer about now, but after watching her fighting for her life...he can't really imagine not being at her side. yeah, it's going to be really really hard. but some people are worth it, and to him, kara is always at the top of that list. ]
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[ only Kara would probably offer it to a complete stranger as well, because she's kara and that's just the way she is. but! if it was between a stranger and him, he's pretty sure he would get it! unless the stranger needed it more. in which case, he'd probably wouldn't feel right about taking it anyway, and why is he rambling to himself now? ]
[video]
Which also means I just said it's good you were abducted from your home and dragged into a space reality show so she has a familiar face, but that's kind of how these things work. Disclaimers get old.
[video]
[ he shrugs. it may be a little late to act cool, and knowing himself it'll only last about 10 seconds, but hey, it beats the anxiety attacks! ]
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[ it's a joke! sorta, it is kind of how his life goes. ]
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or she is now because I say so. She picks up a stick and and a blade of grass and partially phases the grass into the stick before letting go. It's not a big showy thing and probably a little hard to tell what she's even doing over the video function, but she shakes the stick and the grass doesn't go anywhere.] Like that.[video]
How are you doing that?
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