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driftfleet2015-02-02 09:31 pm
sensationate) wrote in driftfleet2015-02-02 09:31 pm
one / one. video
WHO Jordan Leslie, Alex Daniels
BROADCAST Fleetwide video!
LOCATION The lovely Marsiva!
WHEN February 2nd!
[ The feed doesn't kick on until one of them is moving. Two separate people on Marsiva's hospitality deck, one clean cut and dressed in a rather sharp business suit while the other looks a bit rough and tumble in his polo and jeans and multiple piercings in his eyebrow, cartilage, lobe, etc., but they seem to have come together after waking. Jordan, the clean cut one, has his arms around Alex, the rough but handsome one who looks STARTLINGLY FAMILIAR, from behind and a head on his shoulder. ]
What the fuck—?? Get off of me, stupid fucking pixie.
No. I'm looking at something. [ And it's true, he has his head tilted and a hand comes up to hold Alex's ear aside, and Jordan just huffs lightly before he lets go and holds on tight. ] How long were we asleep?
I don't care, leave me alone. [ Alex just reaches up and smacks Jordan's hands aside and growls. Not a very pleasant one, this guy is. ] What do I look like, your goddamn wristwatch? I have no fucking clue.
[ Jordan ain't even bothered. ] Are you hungry? Has it been long?
Ugh, I'm fine. Maybe if you stopped messing with my ear, you'd fucking notice this.
I've already stopped, sugarplum.
[ And he just finally looks around and. what. what is this place. where are they. ] The fuck are we? Hey, pixie bitch, the fuck did you take us? [ BECAUSE THIS IS OBVIOUSLY JORDAN'S FAULT, RIGHT? ]
... Alex, we've been here since we woke up. You know as much as I do, so why don't we look around together? [ Meaning he isn't letting you go, so there. ]
BROADCAST Fleetwide video!
LOCATION The lovely Marsiva!
WHEN February 2nd!
[ The feed doesn't kick on until one of them is moving. Two separate people on Marsiva's hospitality deck, one clean cut and dressed in a rather sharp business suit while the other looks a bit rough and tumble in his polo and jeans and multiple piercings in his eyebrow, cartilage, lobe, etc., but they seem to have come together after waking. Jordan, the clean cut one, has his arms around Alex, the rough but handsome one who looks STARTLINGLY FAMILIAR, from behind and a head on his shoulder. ]
What the fuck—?? Get off of me, stupid fucking pixie.
No. I'm looking at something. [ And it's true, he has his head tilted and a hand comes up to hold Alex's ear aside, and Jordan just huffs lightly before he lets go and holds on tight. ] How long were we asleep?
I don't care, leave me alone. [ Alex just reaches up and smacks Jordan's hands aside and growls. Not a very pleasant one, this guy is. ] What do I look like, your goddamn wristwatch? I have no fucking clue.
[ Jordan ain't even bothered. ] Are you hungry? Has it been long?
Ugh, I'm fine. Maybe if you stopped messing with my ear, you'd fucking notice this.
I've already stopped, sugarplum.
[ And he just finally looks around and. what. what is this place. where are they. ] The fuck are we? Hey, pixie bitch, the fuck did you take us? [ BECAUSE THIS IS OBVIOUSLY JORDAN'S FAULT, RIGHT? ]
... Alex, we've been here since we woke up. You know as much as I do, so why don't we look around together? [ Meaning he isn't letting you go, so there. ]
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That's a damn shame. You don't mix it up, shit gets boring.
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[He shakes his head, smiling a little incredulously, and then murmurs something in Tevene, amused.]
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