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driftfleet2016-04-02 01:00 am
sylphystia) wrote in driftfleet2016-04-02 01:00 am
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ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | stale air
Who: Dezel and whoever
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, if you're on the Golden or the polluted moon!
When: April 2nd, various
[video; the golden]
[The feed shows what appears to be the Golden's main hallway, though there's no one in it. And yet there is audio. Someone is clearly talking.]
This is for everyone on the Golden and whoever might think about coming here. The second room on the left is off-limits. If I catch someone sleeping in here, I'm kicking you out. I don't care if you can see me or not. I can't see any of you, but I don't use your things or sleep in your beds.
[He scoffs and cuts the feed.]
[action; we like the moon]
[Dezel was given a mask, but he's not using it. It's hanging off his belt-- and it's decorated like a dog-- but don't you dare point that out. He's standing at the edge of the woods, arms out, little metal pendulums swinging from his fingers as he calls on his native element.
There's a wicked breeze afoot, tugging branches off trees and picking up dead leaves; anyone who can't sense seraphim will simply see a dust-devil whirling in place. But the important thing is that he's trying. And around here, the air actually seems breathable.
Before it's swept away into the unrelenting smog, that is.]
Ugh. This isn't working. [Damn it, trees. Do your job!]
[ooc: Dezel's sensing permissions are here. Over the network he can be heard but not seen, and in person, you have to have some kind of sensitivity to hear or see him. Shipmates who've been on the Golden for at least a month should be able to hear him either way, however.]
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, if you're on the Golden or the polluted moon!
When: April 2nd, various
[video; the golden]
[The feed shows what appears to be the Golden's main hallway, though there's no one in it. And yet there is audio. Someone is clearly talking.]
This is for everyone on the Golden and whoever might think about coming here. The second room on the left is off-limits. If I catch someone sleeping in here, I'm kicking you out. I don't care if you can see me or not. I can't see any of you, but I don't use your things or sleep in your beds.
[He scoffs and cuts the feed.]
[action; we like the moon]
[Dezel was given a mask, but he's not using it. It's hanging off his belt-- and it's decorated like a dog-- but don't you dare point that out. He's standing at the edge of the woods, arms out, little metal pendulums swinging from his fingers as he calls on his native element.
There's a wicked breeze afoot, tugging branches off trees and picking up dead leaves; anyone who can't sense seraphim will simply see a dust-devil whirling in place. But the important thing is that he's trying. And around here, the air actually seems breathable.
Before it's swept away into the unrelenting smog, that is.]
Ugh. This isn't working. [Damn it, trees. Do your job!]
[ooc: Dezel's sensing permissions are here. Over the network he can be heard but not seen, and in person, you have to have some kind of sensitivity to hear or see him. Shipmates who've been on the Golden for at least a month should be able to hear him either way, however.]
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[It's a good thing Sascha is immortal because he'd be dead 48394893024890328490234 times from stupid shit otherwise.]
Re: audio
So mean...!
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[... shot down.]
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