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driftfleet2016-05-17 07:14 pm
pneumo) wrote in driftfleet2016-05-17 07:14 pm
Entry tags:
Video/action
Who: Sascha, Nami AND YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: Bloodsport
When: 4AM. We're not sorry.
[ When the camera feed switches on inside the Bloodsport, it's late. Late-late, as much as it ever becomes when one travels the universe. But in this particular case even the lights of the hall it chooses to focus in on have been dimmed to the point of being practically non-functional. Almost everything is obscured by shadow...including the silhouette which blurs across the screen for just an instant.
The next time the feed tracks movement, it's in front of the ship's captain quarters. The silhouette appears again, flattened near the wall as they slowly creep their way closer. A single hands slides up and opens the hatch to that the door slides open without a sounds--and for some reason? The motion-sensor on the lights doesn't even go off to adjust the brightness. It stays dark, and without a word the shadowed figure slips inside, creeps slowly towards the sleeping figure on the bed that some might recognize as a slumbering Nami.
They sneak in close, lift a hand and reach it out towards her...
And instead of wrapping around her neck? It plants itself on the bed, right before that shadowy figure flops right down beside her and huddles close. For a cuddle. ]
[After a moment or two, Nami's eyes slide sleepily open, confused at first, and then a hand reaches hurriedly out for the desktop lantern, throwing her invader into full relief: one (1) Sascha, late night travelling cuddlebug.
There's a lot of supremely intense staring. Some tallying of the situation. She's naked. He's wrapped around her like a limpet. And then she smiles. Sweetly.]
Sascha.
[He blinks at her in surprise, then perks up happily.] Yes~~?
Ahaha!~ [Cheerful as always as she throws the covers back.] Here I was sure we'd discussed the concept--
[Don't ask how she managed to kick him in the face but it's a surefire winner, sending her invader crashing to the floor--]
-- of PERSONAL SPACE!!
[ It's possibly the most glorious sight Sascha as ever seen, since apparently Nami sleeps in the nude--for the whole half-second he gets to enjoy it (lucky you guys, huh??) anyway. Then he's left scrambling to get his feet under him again and push himself up, because Nami's stalking towards him already as he looks up with wide eyes and babbles; ]
I was j--just cuddling, no biting...! [ AS IF THAT'S THE ISSUE HERE. Nami clearly doesn't think so, because in half a second here? He's going to be fleeing for his life with her hot on his heels.
Have fun Bloodsport. It's also like four in the gd morning. ]
[ ooc; blue is Sascha, Green is Nami! Feel free to find either or both at any point after the broadcast on the Bloodsport, or just call...them..... ]
Broadcast: Video
Action: Bloodsport
When: 4AM. We're not sorry.
[ When the camera feed switches on inside the Bloodsport, it's late. Late-late, as much as it ever becomes when one travels the universe. But in this particular case even the lights of the hall it chooses to focus in on have been dimmed to the point of being practically non-functional. Almost everything is obscured by shadow...including the silhouette which blurs across the screen for just an instant.
The next time the feed tracks movement, it's in front of the ship's captain quarters. The silhouette appears again, flattened near the wall as they slowly creep their way closer. A single hands slides up and opens the hatch to that the door slides open without a sounds--and for some reason? The motion-sensor on the lights doesn't even go off to adjust the brightness. It stays dark, and without a word the shadowed figure slips inside, creeps slowly towards the sleeping figure on the bed that some might recognize as a slumbering Nami.
They sneak in close, lift a hand and reach it out towards her...
And instead of wrapping around her neck? It plants itself on the bed, right before that shadowy figure flops right down beside her and huddles close. For a cuddle. ]
[After a moment or two, Nami's eyes slide sleepily open, confused at first, and then a hand reaches hurriedly out for the desktop lantern, throwing her invader into full relief: one (1) Sascha, late night travelling cuddlebug.
There's a lot of supremely intense staring. Some tallying of the situation. She's naked. He's wrapped around her like a limpet. And then she smiles. Sweetly.]
Sascha.
[He blinks at her in surprise, then perks up happily.] Yes~~?
Ahaha!~ [Cheerful as always as she throws the covers back.] Here I was sure we'd discussed the concept--
[Don't ask how she managed to kick him in the face but it's a surefire winner, sending her invader crashing to the floor--]
-- of PERSONAL SPACE!!
[ It's possibly the most glorious sight Sascha as ever seen, since apparently Nami sleeps in the nude--for the whole half-second he gets to enjoy it (lucky you guys, huh??) anyway. Then he's left scrambling to get his feet under him again and push himself up, because Nami's stalking towards him already as he looks up with wide eyes and babbles; ]
I was j--just cuddling, no biting...! [ AS IF THAT'S THE ISSUE HERE. Nami clearly doesn't think so, because in half a second here? He's going to be fleeing for his life with her hot on his heels.
Have fun Bloodsport. It's also like four in the gd morning. ]
[ ooc; blue is Sascha, Green is Nami! Feel free to find either or both at any point after the broadcast on the Bloodsport, or just call...them..... ]
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No need. He can mop up his own blood when he's done whining in the med lab.
[Whether Sascha's actually doing this or not she has no clue, but hey.]
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[It's admittedly a lot more relaxing to get verbal confirmation that no one died.
Maybe someday he'll stop being so paranoid.]
So I guess his personal space issues are pretty universal, then.
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Don't tell me you've had some late night visits from him.
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[Thank god, no.]
Nothing like that. He's just... he does that thing, that surprise hug, where you can't even feel him coming, and...
[Seriously, it's only good reflexes that've prevented some serious photon sword accidents.]
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How that idiot's still alive on this fleet I'll never understand.
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Equal parts skill and a weird sort of charisma, is my guess.
[Maybe he's just cuddling the non-lethal types.]
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...I'll just lock my door.
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[Plus, who would be able to sleep through that?]
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