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driftfleet2016-03-02 08:05 pm
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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Yeah -- anything can be fun, as long as we do it together. Even the space edition of murder mystery dinner theater! [ talk about the actual issue you say? pfffffffft!!! ]
Which, I'm pretty sure was an episode of something.
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If you figure out what it was an episode of, and we can find it, I'd watch it. As long as no real murder is involved. I want to be able to sleep at night, here.
[ that's a joke she's not sleeping much ]
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[ if you look close enough, you can actually see the lightbulb turning on in his head. he frowns ever so slightly, tilting his head ]
Wait is that why -- [ goddammit he wishes he could talk freely! his voice grows quieter (as if space cameras don't come equipped with mics. or as if a video feed can't just be turned up. if it's loud enough for kara to hear it's loud enough for anyone else! but sometimes, logic and actions just don't go hand in hand) and his eyes dart around, trying to detect those pesky cameras that are seriously ruining his life worse than space! ] you're - still here? [ is that subtle enough? he sure hopes that's subtle enough, because it's out there anyway. ]
video >> private
That would be why, yes. And anyway, I don't even know where we are. I don't think busting up a hull would do much to get us out of this situation.
video >> private
[ he would very much like to not die, if it's all the same to you! but he grows pensive. dammit, why can't he just speak freely this is going to drive him insane. are there cameras in the bathroom? ]
But having the ability to do that'd be a good first step - [ he just needs to figure out how to create the sun! easy, right? well. it's not like he's got a whole lot to do around here, does he? and that would actually probably make him a hell of a lot less suspicious than hacking into alien systems. ]
Are you - ok? [ he knows how she took it last time, and feeling helpless here is driving him crazy - and he's always helpless! unless the problem is on a screen. ]
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It's not exactly my ideal situation, no. And I'm glad to see you but I kind of hate that you're here, too. It's really not bad, all things considered, but it's not home.
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[ he smiles, trying to take on the role of the optimist. it's not a perfect fit, but he tries. not for the first time (and sadder still, not for the last) he wishes he could be like james. james always knows what to say. ]
Maybe we can fix this. I'm not - [ the DEO. but wait that's probably a bad thing to mention too, even if these kidnappers already know everything about them. he's got a feeling that mentioning the organization on tv is going to summon hank exclusively to point a gun at his face. haha, he'll pass! ] it's not my area of expertise, but we got nothing but time to trial and error, right?
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I'm not sure you can build a sun on the ship...
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It's fine, Winn. I lived the first 13 years of my life completely normal. I can deal with it. Maybe we can find another project?
[ she wants to give him something to do, and she really wants her powers back, but if something happened to him because of her—having powers or not wouldn't matter in the least. ]
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[ he just really wants to be useful, to prove himself. images of her lying there, with that alien...grossness groping her keep going through his mind.
he's not alex. he can't protect her from harm. but if he can help her help herself - he has to try, right? ]
One way or another, we'll figure out a way home.
[ he may not have all the faith in the world in a happy ending - but he absolutely has all the faith in the world in kara ]
And you can put that in your promo! [ looking up, as he talks to their invisible producers. ok, maybe he's only feeling the tiniest bit brave because none of them seem to appear no matter what you do, and he really wants to make up for the baby impression kara seems to have of him. he may come to regret it, but right now he's seriously hoping he won't and does it anyway, because he just want to see kara cheered up. ]
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I really wish I could hug you right now, Winn. When you get assigned, come over ASAP.
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Warp speed and all! ...is warp speed a real space thing? [ he hopes not. it sounds scary. but seeing kara - well, that's worth a little scary. ]
How does shuttle catching go?
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All of the ships have a shuttle bay, and it turns out you already know how to fly one. Convenient, huh?
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[ watch the color evaporate from his face once more. flying didn't seem that appealing a concept on earth. for some reason trying it for the first time in outer space doesn't sound any better ]
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Right. Right! I mean, what's the worst that can happen, they randomly take out the knowledge from my head, or the data upload comes in corrupt, and I drift away into space forever or crash -- at least there's no air, so no fiery explosion - it'll be fine! It'll be fun. It'll be great.
[ it will not be any of those things. if his face gets any paler he'll turn invisible. ]
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[ his fear of space is great and overpowering. but his fear of being an inconvenience is about as big. ]
The - next time.
[ he said about! thought - he thought about!
if there will be a next time. if he can help it, he'll just stay with kara so no more travelling will be necessary! ]
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It'll get easier Winn, I promise.
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