(no subject)

[beathach]

Who: two nerds and you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: now!

[ The audio comes on sharply, but everything is still dark as two people discuss their situation.]

Is that the camera? Can you get it to work?

I - think so? Here, push this --

I am pushing it, Hank. I thought you knew about these from that show you keep watching. Space Trek?

It's Star Trek and that isn't exactly - you know, the same thing as this.

Right. . . . Wait, I think I see something on the side.

[ And the video flickers on, the red light glowing softly. It focuses on two men. One in a wheelchair and the other right next to him, peering curiously at the camera before they step back satisfied. ]

Well, that’s over and done with. Hello to anyone who might be out there. My name is Charles Xavier and this is Hank McCoy. Apparently we’ve been kidnapped again, by an unknown force again for some mysterious reason.

[muttered:] Again. [and louder] So if anyone would be kind enough to explain exactly what's going on, we'd appreciate it. You have our thanks in advance.

But do keep it pertinent.

Comments

[beathach]

[that's true, so he just sort of shrugs and finally pushes himself to his feet]

I guess we'll see.

[axiomed]

Mmm.

[ He rubs his face. ] Let's look around.

[beathach]

Mmm. I've been told we should stock up on food, too. [he straightens his clothes, then glances down the hall] And I may have promised someone to try and find anything with real sugar in it.

[axiomed]

Is the food different here?

[beathach]

My understanding is it's terrible. Less so if a ship has a cook, maybe.

[axiomed]

Well. We've never had to deal with that situation before.

[beathach]

Not really, no. But it isn't as though there isn't food, period. It's just . . . questionable.

[axiomed]

This is space. I can't imagine getting food to be easy.

[beathach]

I'd argue that it's some manner of the future, but . . . [he shrugs] We'll manage.

[axiomed]

We always do.

[beathach]

Mm, we're good at that.