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driftfleet2016-04-16 02:37 am
mylegacy) wrote in driftfleet2016-04-16 02:37 am
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Who: Caesar Zeppeli
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the YuckMoon & the Caprine!
When: Throughout the YuckMoon event, up until the dance thingy.
[The likelihood of running across Caesar at any time during the month and finding him not sporting a black eye or a busted lip is incredibly, devastatingly low. The reason for this is not because he's a very bad fighter, or even a middling one. No, he's a great fighter. The fact is that, statistically speaking, he starts so many fights that at some point a stray and/or lucky fist is going to catch him in the eye, the lip, or the jaw.]
[He wears each bruise with remarkable cheer. Not pride, really, but he does seem relaxed on this moon, as disgusting as it is, because he feels welcome and invited to start shit at the drop of a hat, even when he's not actually mad at all. He's absolutely incorrect, but he's chosen to ignore the specifics of this planet's culture in favor of turning around to random strangers in the crowd and inviting them to dance, if they're feeling lucky. By punching them. But, you know, it's a nice gentle punch at first?]
[Who knows: he might just punch YOU.]
[The Law catches up with him eventually, though, and he's stuck in a few rounds of punitive chess matches. Which prompts occasional network outbursts while he's waiting for his opponent to fucking go already and poking at his woefully fading bruises. They usually go something like this:]
CHESS IS GARBAGE
[Or, you know. Similar.]
[When he's not on the surface of the moon, he can be found on the Caprine. For once he's not doing a lot of cooking, since Certain Parties have a monopoly on stress baking this month, but the same Certain Parties are upset about this gross moon, so he's taking the profoundly mature tack of turning the entirety of the bunkroom into a giant pillow fort.]
[You can all fight him about it, honestly.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the YuckMoon & the Caprine!
When: Throughout the YuckMoon event, up until the dance thingy.
[The likelihood of running across Caesar at any time during the month and finding him not sporting a black eye or a busted lip is incredibly, devastatingly low. The reason for this is not because he's a very bad fighter, or even a middling one. No, he's a great fighter. The fact is that, statistically speaking, he starts so many fights that at some point a stray and/or lucky fist is going to catch him in the eye, the lip, or the jaw.]
[He wears each bruise with remarkable cheer. Not pride, really, but he does seem relaxed on this moon, as disgusting as it is, because he feels welcome and invited to start shit at the drop of a hat, even when he's not actually mad at all. He's absolutely incorrect, but he's chosen to ignore the specifics of this planet's culture in favor of turning around to random strangers in the crowd and inviting them to dance, if they're feeling lucky. By punching them. But, you know, it's a nice gentle punch at first?]
[Who knows: he might just punch YOU.]
[The Law catches up with him eventually, though, and he's stuck in a few rounds of punitive chess matches. Which prompts occasional network outbursts while he's waiting for his opponent to fucking go already and poking at his woefully fading bruises. They usually go something like this:]
CHESS IS GARBAGE
[Or, you know. Similar.]
[When he's not on the surface of the moon, he can be found on the Caprine. For once he's not doing a lot of cooking, since Certain Parties have a monopoly on stress baking this month, but the same Certain Parties are upset about this gross moon, so he's taking the profoundly mature tack of turning the entirety of the bunkroom into a giant pillow fort.]
[You can all fight him about it, honestly.]
no subject
He's ready to go home.
Right after he figures out why he's on the ground, seeing stars. ]
on the caprine!
He would still kind of think chess is garbage anyway.
But man, why you gotta take up the whole bunkroom. WHY. Dean is just going to stand here looking mildly affronted because even if he hates sleeping, you are still, y'know, taking up all the space. ]
Nice fort.
no subject
FUSSING OVER BRUISES.
Sit your punchy ass right down in this pillow fort, Caesar, and subject yourself to being fussed over, albeit less in a "I'm distraught that so much fighting keeps MIRACULOUSLY BREAKING OUT ALL AROUND YOU however could THAT be happening what TERRIBLE LUCK" sort of way and in more of a knowingly nuturing "you absolute disaster come here and accept this obligatory fussing" sort of way.
At least we're inside so the stupid masks aren't necessary? BONUS.]
Caprine
What happened here?