driftfleet | 01 - video/action

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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. ]

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That sounds like making a checklist for whoever did the kidnapping. I'm all for being helpful -- but that sort of crosses a line.

You don't have to say it out loud, you know.

[ somehow, that springs loose a new terrifying thought that somehow evaded him before. ]

If they can put info into our heads -- what's our guarantee they're not taking any out?

[ oh shit. is he going to have to be scared of thinking now? you know that when you're trying not to think about something that's all you can think about and now all he can think about is -- being stuck on a spaceship reality show. with his dad. and miss grant. and maxwell lord. and evil kryptonians. and the entire cast of the bachelorette minus the bachelorette, just to make him feel extra bad about himself. ]

Do you want the nice answer or the true answer?

You know, when people ask that -- it makes it really hard to believe the nice answer. I'm guessing true is 'we don't have one'?

Got it in one.

So what's my prize! Please don't say 'staying here'.

Not having your unrealistic hopes crushed later on down the road?

Sounds about right. [ for this place, for his life. ]

Sorry, I do appreciate you talking to me. The distraction's great. I'm Winn -

Your name is Winn? Man, that's ironic.

Opal. Sorry you got the Hotel California treatment.

I know, right? Maybe if I legally change my name to Lose I'll start winning -

[ well, legally his name is winnslow but that's his dad, and he definitely doesn't want to be mistaken for him. ]

Is there another treatment? No one told me there's a second door! I want that one! Unless it leads into the mouth of a space monster or something. Actually, strike that, I wanna see what's behind door number 2 first, I don't care if that's cheating, I never agreed to play this game.

If you legally change your name to Lose you'll just get beat up a lot, but nice try.

The other treatment is the you're lucky and get to stay back home treatment, which none of us were allowed to pick. Go figure, there's only one door for us.

[ it's not like 'winn' spared him that, but no one needs to know that, right! lbr, everyone's probably inferring it just from the way he is. ]

Doors work both ways, so you only really need one!

All I'm hearing is that you're going to accidentally toss yourself out the airlock. Please don't.

Ok if that happens - it was not an accident and I definitely didn't do it.

...You know nobody is going to throw you out the airlock, right? Oh my god, I was joking.

I'm in a space reality show. I think it's safe to say I'm not taking anything for granted anymore -

I've been here over a month, and there's been a surprising lack of murder. So.

If there has to be a first - I don't wanna be it. But if I do mysteriously fall out of an airlock - avenge me.

[ he's kidding. kara'll do that! ]

[the feed shifts to show one of her sleeved upper arms]

Dude, I'm basically a noodle. I don't know what you're hoping for here. Also the only things I know about you are that you have no chill and a dorky name.

Don't judge a name by its dork.

Judging is my default mode, sorry.

Self awareness is the first step - or something - [ why does everything feel awkward all of a sudden? oh right, it involves him, he's up to speed now! ]

In this case it's the only step.

One step, one door, one mode - I'm sensing a pattern.