Baroona (
broroona) wrote in
driftfleet2014-10-09 02:09 pm
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DEBBIE DOWNER STRIKES AGAIN: a video
Who: bawhona Baroona
Broadcast: video
Action: SS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: idk 10/9 late at night, whenever that is
[The camera's set at an upward angle, as if placed on the floor. It shows a sliver of one of the hospitality deck windows and a man leaning against it, smoking. His clothing choices are... strange; a bright orange ski hat, a pair of pink and black gloves that might seem familiar-it seems more like a collection than an outfit. When he moves exhaustion slows him and though expressionless, there's a cloud of sadness that lingers around him.
Basically, he's being a moody spaceshit at some ungodly hour. Hi.]
You know-[He taps his knuckles against the windows, knocking some ash from his cigarette in the process.]-I used to watch the sky back home. Sounds dumb but there was something comforting about it.
[Sighing out a cloud of smoke, he stands up straight, slipping the cigarette between his lips again. His tone shifts from wistful to dry.] This view sucks. They're not stars anymore like this. Just places that are too far away.
[With another sigh, he frowns briefly, turning and pressing his back against the view, scrubbing at his hair. Looking way too done with all of this.]
I'm tired. Talking too much. [He kicks the comm, turning the camera so that it's looking straight out the window. A full view of the stars.] If you're awake, humor me. Which do you think is your home?
Broadcast: video
Action: SS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: idk 10/9 late at night, whenever that is
[The camera's set at an upward angle, as if placed on the floor. It shows a sliver of one of the hospitality deck windows and a man leaning against it, smoking. His clothing choices are... strange; a bright orange ski hat, a pair of pink and black gloves that might seem familiar-it seems more like a collection than an outfit. When he moves exhaustion slows him and though expressionless, there's a cloud of sadness that lingers around him.
Basically, he's being a moody spaceshit at some ungodly hour. Hi.]
You know-[He taps his knuckles against the windows, knocking some ash from his cigarette in the process.]-I used to watch the sky back home. Sounds dumb but there was something comforting about it.
[Sighing out a cloud of smoke, he stands up straight, slipping the cigarette between his lips again. His tone shifts from wistful to dry.] This view sucks. They're not stars anymore like this. Just places that are too far away.
[With another sigh, he frowns briefly, turning and pressing his back against the view, scrubbing at his hair. Looking way too done with all of this.]
I'm tired. Talking too much. [He kicks the comm, turning the camera so that it's looking straight out the window. A full view of the stars.] If you're awake, humor me. Which do you think is your home?

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If you went back, do you think you'd still watch the sky?
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I'd like to think I would, though. [He laughs softly.] I'd be out of luck trying to relax otherwise.
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...I'm not sure, myself. If I'd be able to enjoy it, still. I don't think I'd be able to feel the same way at all.
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Do you want to go back? To your home. To your sky? You said earlier you wouldn't mind being away.
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god he sounds like an advice column
[There's a pause.] That's where most people get stuck. Walking takes more courage than people think.
baroona i think my husband is cheating on me wat do
I don't often get advice like this... thank you.
cut his head off and put it on a pike as a warning
... I didn't mean for it to be advice.
[That's so... sappy.]
okay!!
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[HE GUESSES?? what did he even do...]
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You're right, though.
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[He coughs and even that sounds embarrassed.] That sounds lamer than I meant.
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It makes me feel that I've wasted too much of my life.
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You make it sound like your life's ending. You're here, aren't you? Make the most of it.
[A brief, thoughtful pause. Nonchalantly:]
If they try to stop you, punch them. Or I'll do it for you. You've got time.
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[ She does laugh at that, though. It's quiet, but there. ]
I appreciate the offer.
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It's a more selfish offer than it seems. I'll be happy to do it anytime. Just let me know.
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[ She could sure think of someone... ]
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Yeah. I'm don't like being dragged around.
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[HINT HINT they probably shouldn't be talking about this right now]
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...that is what she said, I think.
I'd like to know who they are.
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