video | r u freakin kiddin me

[takehisplace]

Who: Luke fon Fabre
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Marsiva
When: The late morning

[video;]

[Luke is already up and running around when the feed snaps on. He's got bright red hair and a long white coat, opened to show a red gem at his collarbone.]

Hey! Is anyone here? Can anyone hear me? I'm-- uh, I think I'm trapped! Hello?

[Wait, there's a red light and some kind of screen! He rushes over, not really recognizing this kind of technology but he'll take it. The stuff in the ranches was a lot like this, just less polished.]

There has to be a way... Maybe I can pull up a map? What would Jade do... Wait, I know! [He smashes a LOT OF BUTTONS. And turns the feed off in the process.

Oops.]

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[takehisplace]

[Luke isn't sure he wants to go that far yet.]

It's not contagious if that's what you're thinking. [A breath.] Sorry, I don't want anyone else to see. If you were here in person, that'd be one thing...

video -> private

[winn]

[ for some reason, even though it's the obvious concern to have in a tight living situation like the one they're in, a plague wasn't on his mind until luke brought it up. he was too busy focusing on what could be done for him to worry about everyone else.

he switches the feed to private ]

Unless someone works for it, nobody's listening now - but you don't have to say anything, I totally get it, I wouldn't want to either. I just -- wanna know if I can help, if there's something we can whip up in the lab for you. We can meet when you're off the Marsiva?

bless you winn

[takehisplace]

[Luke isn't entirely sure what just happened, but the feed is private and that's-- something.]

I don't know. We were looking for a cure, but the truth is, we barely know anything about it.

[The technology here is crazy. Maybe something can be done. He won't know until someone looks at it. He's scared, but he's more scared of his brother taking on the mantle of Chosen. Luke has to live-- if only for that.]

Yeah. Is there any way I can contact you?

he tries ;;

[winn]

A fleet populated by bored scientist from all over the multiverse, some from really advanced worlds, might be the best thing that could've happened to you then.

[ he tries his best to be encouraging, hopeful. hope is his fuel these days. ]

Yeah, [ he proceeds to offer clear step-by-step instructions to reaching his number ]

You can give me a call or leave me a message there, and then we can set something up. I'm on the Tourist, in case you end up on a ship that doesn't have private rooms - you're welcome to come over, we can talk there.

[takehisplace]

Haha, maybe.

[That is really fucking helpful. A+]

I think-- yeah, I think I got it. I'll do that when I get off this thing.

... Thanks. [This time he smiles, really smiles, and for a moment none of the sadness is there.]

[winn]

[ he's not new to the tech-support game.

he returns the smile. ]

No problem. I was freaking out pretty badly when I got here, too.

[ actually he was so much more embarrassing. ]

[takehisplace]

Somehow I find that hard to believe. [Winn seems so put-together compared to Luke. His life is ONE BIG MESS and trying to fix it has only made things worse.]

[winn]

[ ok now that makes him laugh, he's never had a hard time convincing people he's an embarrassing mess before, he usually has a hell of a time trying to repair that impression. ]

Go with that instinct, I-I'm I'm gonna time you on it.

[ winn's had his share of messes, but he doesn't really need those to freak out. ]