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driftfleet2016-04-14 07:11 pm
tranqing) wrote in driftfleet2016-04-14 07:11 pm
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Who: Tuck
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Marsiva, if you want
When: Now?
[Okay, well, waking up in a bunk in a pool of your own drool when you're a CIA agent is kind of embarrassing. Thank goodness the communicators didn't capture that.
Now he's had the basic rundown, and this is quite boring, huh? He turns on the camera (Oh, look. Another Tom Hardy face.), and has the camera trained on himself as he's wadding up a piece of paper. Hello, British accent.]
Oh, I assure you, this is scrap paper.
[He gives the camera a grin and aims for the trashcan a small distance away. He makes it easily.]
Not as fun by yourself. I'm Tuck, by the way. I'm going to be here for a while, evidently, so I suppose it would be good to introduce myself. Let's see...
[Wadding up another paper to throw.] I'm thirty. English, yes. I'm a travel agent, [Well, not true. But he's not sure if blowing his cover is a good idea yet.] and I have a son. Very bright, very handsome fellow.
Please let me know if any of the following people sound familiar: Joe, a small boy with longer blonde-ish/brown hair and dashing good looks. FDR, a thirty year-old man, not too bad-looking, light brown-ish/blonde hair, bright blue eyes, probably hit on you. Katie, a very good-looking woman, long, dark hair, wonderful personality. And Lauren, a beautiful woman, charming, with long blonde hair.
I would appreciate it greatly if you could send me in their direction. [Tossing the paper into the trashcan. He makes it and holds his arms up in the air in victory.]
I've got the basic rundown of this place, I believe. This fleet, I suppose. Do feel free to chat me up. As you can see... [He pauses to throw another ball of paper.] I'm not very busy.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Marsiva, if you want
When: Now?
[Okay, well, waking up in a bunk in a pool of your own drool when you're a CIA agent is kind of embarrassing. Thank goodness the communicators didn't capture that.
Now he's had the basic rundown, and this is quite boring, huh? He turns on the camera (Oh, look. Another Tom Hardy face.), and has the camera trained on himself as he's wadding up a piece of paper. Hello, British accent.]
Oh, I assure you, this is scrap paper.
[He gives the camera a grin and aims for the trashcan a small distance away. He makes it easily.]
Not as fun by yourself. I'm Tuck, by the way. I'm going to be here for a while, evidently, so I suppose it would be good to introduce myself. Let's see...
[Wadding up another paper to throw.] I'm thirty. English, yes. I'm a travel agent, [Well, not true. But he's not sure if blowing his cover is a good idea yet.] and I have a son. Very bright, very handsome fellow.
Please let me know if any of the following people sound familiar: Joe, a small boy with longer blonde-ish/brown hair and dashing good looks. FDR, a thirty year-old man, not too bad-looking, light brown-ish/blonde hair, bright blue eyes, probably hit on you. Katie, a very good-looking woman, long, dark hair, wonderful personality. And Lauren, a beautiful woman, charming, with long blonde hair.
I would appreciate it greatly if you could send me in their direction. [Tossing the paper into the trashcan. He makes it and holds his arms up in the air in victory.]
I've got the basic rundown of this place, I believe. This fleet, I suppose. Do feel free to chat me up. As you can see... [He pauses to throw another ball of paper.] I'm not very busy.
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Not that he's following that earlier statement with Tuck, going by the smile he gets in return.]
I didn't mean to hold out on you. Felix is my name.