Arrival broadcast

[neversets]

Who: Apollo + Others
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now? Until shuffle?

Broadcast
[The camera shows a handsome, very built man sleeping in a bed. And it continues to show that for a very long time. Either is started broadcasting very early, or he's doing a very good job of pretending to be asleep when he's not.

When he does move, he sits up carefully, pushing his hair back from his face. He's wearing cargo pants and a plain white t-shirt that seems somehow too... mundane on him.

He gets up after a brief stretch and moves over to the communicator, picking it up and clicking it off without offering a word.]


On ship
[Apollo eventually emerges from his room, a bit somber and subdued. He wanders around in bare feet, moving quietly along the metal hallways. When he finds a window, he leans his hands against it, looking at the distant star at the heart of this system with undisguised longing.]

Comments

[neversets]

I assume smarter and more advanced people than me have tried to get home. Right now, on this ship, I have a bed and food and a hot shower, which is nice.

I want to get home. Terribly. But if wishes were horses, we'd all be swimming in horse shit.

[ecclesiophobic]

Enjoy the food and the hot water; most of the ships have shit food and the heat doesn't last long.

My mistake. I've met a fair few people here who have no home to go back to. You're being more even-tempered than most people, myself included.

[neversets]

I can make any water hot water, that isn't an issue for me.

I'm a very even tempered guy. Angie always thought they took out the bit of my brain connected to my temper, so it takes a lot to send me rampaging and furious.

Being angry isn't going to help. But being well fed and rested will.

[ecclesiophobic]

Good, reasonable way of looking at it. [Well rested is so foreign that Kurt's almost forgotten what a good night's sleep feels like.]

Mind if I ask about this mysterious 'they'?

[neversets]

They should probably be he. Henry Bendix, the psychopath who was in charge of making me.

[ecclesiophobic]

I take it you don't mean in the traditional way of making another person?

[neversets]

No, I really don't. I mean a lot of very sophisticated technology and knowledge that was subsequently destroyed.

[ecclesiophobic]

Good on you, men and knowledge like that lurking around tend to be more trouble than god.

I hope the man responsible also went the way of his technology?

[neversets]

Nah, I didn't end it all. Bendix IS dead, very dead, Jenny Sparks fried him. Lit him up like the fourth of July.

[ecclesiophobic]

Did she now? This Jenny sounds like the kind of woman I'd like to go drinking with.

[neversets]

She's the type to go drinking with anyone and then drink them under the table.

[ecclesiophobic]

Definitely the type of woman I'd go drinking with. Hell, think you described half the women I've worked with.

[neversets]

Superhero business tends to draw strong, alcoholic people.

[ecclesiophobic]

Well, we do like to sleep. Pills aren't nearly as fun and leave you groggier in the morning.

[neversets]

You haven't seen Jenny after an all week bender...