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driftfleet2016-05-25 09:23 pm
theroadwarrior) wrote in driftfleet2016-05-25 09:23 pm
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video/action | I'VE BEEN BEDEVILED
Who: Max Rockaaaaaaatansky (At Age 22)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck, or at the Iskaulit bars!
When: Today.
[Augment glitches really are a bitch and a half, aren't they?
Max wakes up — different. Young, fresh-faced, barely over into his twenties. He wakes up in a shuttle, and boy, his mind is reeling; this isn't home. This isn't home at all, it's something out of some old sci-fi movie on the television, something a buncha' jockeys'd muck around on smoking some seriously fucked up mull. He knows things, certain particularly strange things: like how to pilot this strange shuttle contraption, like how the parts work, how they purr. He knows not to damn well airlock himself, knows how to use the phone. This is a phone, right?
He steps out of the shuttle, an old crippled dog whines at him. Ah, a friend, his only friend in the world at the moment. He crouches down and rubs at the dog's ears, eyes still glued in wonder at the room around him.]
Ahhh, hey, old mongrel, hey. Don't suppose you've got any clue what's going on?
[A pause.]
Right. A dog out of something science fiction that speaks a lick of English would be a stretch. Atta boy. Alright, alright, sit. Thatta' boy.
[He pats the dog's chest, stands up, adjusts his jacket... which is clean, but it's... different, in some ways. Where's his damn sleeve? Someone take a switchblade to it while he was unconscious or what? He puts a hand on the gun at his hip, in the holster, wandering quietly through the corridors of the Starstruck. Nobody pay him any mind, he's just... y'know. Exploring. The augment's still a bit jacked up, so the information is sketchy at best, but he's getting bits and pieces about the place. Jessie and Sprog aren't here. That much is clear, and it concerns him the longer he wanders (and questions the thing strapped on his leg, what the hell).
He can be found just about anywhere, poking at the squared space food on platters, investigating the rooms, hell, even just running a hand along the wall of a shuttle, interested on how it works.
What the bloody fuck is all this, guys.]
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[Somewhere during all that — a broadcast. Hey look, it's some young buck transmitting from the Starstruck, don't mind him.
His accent is certainly more pronounced. Less gruffy. In fact, it's downright high in comparison to Max's grumbles and mumbles. Clear. Legible.]
If someone told me I was gonna wake up on some slick spaceship, I woulda' told them they've gone troppo and put them under observation. Starstruck — fancy name, sure is good for any means of transport. But. Why'm I here? Where's Earth, and where's the next space-cab to get there? Don't tell me there's some big conspiracy I wasn't privy to — honestly, I'm having a helluva' time trying to come to terms.
I need to go back home. Or at least get to bring people back here with me. Hell, I'll take that; as it stands, I got too much waiting for me that I can't go leaving behind, but I could be willing to move to space if I get a few people for the ride. Otherwise... No thanks.
And he way I hear it, we're all stuck here until these Atroma give us a punch-card out. Don't suppose anyone could tell me where to find one, because while I'm dying to take one of these shuttles out for a spin, I'm not too impressed by being stolen away by a bunch of dickheads in astro-suits to get the opportunity.
... They even took my badge... Buncha' bastards.
[He blinks, still a bit dazed, like he's living in a dream.]
I'm gonna go grab me a heart-starter at the bar, think I'll need one or five.
[BRB GOING TO YOUR BARS ON THE ISKAULIT. Feel free to meet him there, he's not doing much but staring off into space in thought.
OOC: Max is younger Max (who has a family and is a cop yoooo) for 2 weeks thanks to an augment glitch! Enjoy the improved personality while you can.
Also don't make fun of my attempt to give him Mad Max Slang. Y'bastards.
Replies will be fromtheroadcop .]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck, or at the Iskaulit bars!
When: Today.
[Augment glitches really are a bitch and a half, aren't they?
Max wakes up — different. Young, fresh-faced, barely over into his twenties. He wakes up in a shuttle, and boy, his mind is reeling; this isn't home. This isn't home at all, it's something out of some old sci-fi movie on the television, something a buncha' jockeys'd muck around on smoking some seriously fucked up mull. He knows things, certain particularly strange things: like how to pilot this strange shuttle contraption, like how the parts work, how they purr. He knows not to damn well airlock himself, knows how to use the phone. This is a phone, right?
He steps out of the shuttle, an old crippled dog whines at him. Ah, a friend, his only friend in the world at the moment. He crouches down and rubs at the dog's ears, eyes still glued in wonder at the room around him.]
Ahhh, hey, old mongrel, hey. Don't suppose you've got any clue what's going on?
[A pause.]
Right. A dog out of something science fiction that speaks a lick of English would be a stretch. Atta boy. Alright, alright, sit. Thatta' boy.
[He pats the dog's chest, stands up, adjusts his jacket... which is clean, but it's... different, in some ways. Where's his damn sleeve? Someone take a switchblade to it while he was unconscious or what? He puts a hand on the gun at his hip, in the holster, wandering quietly through the corridors of the Starstruck. Nobody pay him any mind, he's just... y'know. Exploring. The augment's still a bit jacked up, so the information is sketchy at best, but he's getting bits and pieces about the place. Jessie and Sprog aren't here. That much is clear, and it concerns him the longer he wanders (and questions the thing strapped on his leg, what the hell).
He can be found just about anywhere, poking at the squared space food on platters, investigating the rooms, hell, even just running a hand along the wall of a shuttle, interested on how it works.
What the bloody fuck is all this, guys.]
[VIDEO]
[Somewhere during all that — a broadcast. Hey look, it's some young buck transmitting from the Starstruck, don't mind him.
His accent is certainly more pronounced. Less gruffy. In fact, it's downright high in comparison to Max's grumbles and mumbles. Clear. Legible.]
If someone told me I was gonna wake up on some slick spaceship, I woulda' told them they've gone troppo and put them under observation. Starstruck — fancy name, sure is good for any means of transport. But. Why'm I here? Where's Earth, and where's the next space-cab to get there? Don't tell me there's some big conspiracy I wasn't privy to — honestly, I'm having a helluva' time trying to come to terms.
I need to go back home. Or at least get to bring people back here with me. Hell, I'll take that; as it stands, I got too much waiting for me that I can't go leaving behind, but I could be willing to move to space if I get a few people for the ride. Otherwise... No thanks.
And he way I hear it, we're all stuck here until these Atroma give us a punch-card out. Don't suppose anyone could tell me where to find one, because while I'm dying to take one of these shuttles out for a spin, I'm not too impressed by being stolen away by a bunch of dickheads in astro-suits to get the opportunity.
... They even took my badge... Buncha' bastards.
[He blinks, still a bit dazed, like he's living in a dream.]
I'm gonna go grab me a heart-starter at the bar, think I'll need one or five.
[BRB GOING TO YOUR BARS ON THE ISKAULIT. Feel free to meet him there, he's not doing much but staring off into space in thought.
OOC: Max is younger Max (who has a family and is a cop yoooo) for 2 weeks thanks to an augment glitch! Enjoy the improved personality while you can.
Also don't make fun of my attempt to give him Mad Max Slang. Y'bastards.
Replies will be from
theroadcop .]
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Sadly I don't know if what we think is boring is the same for them. There's plenty of folk who keep to themselves and they're still here.
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But hey, at least people can wipe the memory clean with a little of this.
[He shakes his bottle.]
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I'm Nami, by the way.
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Max Rockatansky.
Good to meet you, Nami.
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That last name sounds like a mouthful. But at least you're more sociable than the last--
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A-ah! I was just reminded of something. Sorry, that was rude. [And she's still holding your hand shit-- Imma just shake this vigorously and let go 'k.]
So just Max is okay? Where are you from?
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[:) this one is 50x more charming and patient]
Max is just fine, yeah. I'm from Australia. Sound familiar?
[He'd tell you more specifically where in Australia, but first lets see if you're like the other people who have no clue where he's talking about.]
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Sounds like it'd be full of beer-drinking idiotsHow is this the same person seriously. What happened. :|]no subject
Continent and country on Earth.
[He gives a little sigh.]
I've noticed there's a lot of fellas from different places around here, though. What about you?
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Me, I'm from a place entirely different. It's a world that's mostly ocean, and that's about where our technology ends. I'm a pirate.
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Pirate, you said.
A pirate? What, like terrorist on the seven seas?
[he's got questions nami omg]
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If that's actually what you do. You don't seem the type, but we've all got our dark sides.
[8D]
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No, I'm probably the nicest pirate you'll ever meet. Law enforcement?
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That easy, was it?
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What kind of law? Land or sea or-- I don't know. We just have marines where we are.
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Pirates in our world are... a pretty varied bunch. A lot of them are scum. Some of them just want freedom to do what they want. It turns out you can do that without being a jerk about it.
[...snrk.] Though that doesn't stop them being idiots.