DEBBIE DOWNER STRIKES AGAIN: a video

[broroona]

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?

Comments

[blindoptimism]

[she laughs softly and nods] Sounds like a deal.

Jan-ken-po! [as she waves her fist up and down there's a nostalgic tint to her voice. This is how Suzaku taught her how to play the game... At the end she shows paper]

[broroona]

Rock.

[He opens his hands, showing them to the screen as if handing her the planet itself.] Looks like yours wins. It's a nice size. [With a joking lilt to his tone:] The other one felt a bit excessive. Too large. I would have thought you were trying to impress me.

[He shoves his hands into his pockets again, shifting slightly out of view.] What's your home called?

[blindoptimism]

[she smiles at that, he's a funny guy]

Earth. It isn't a very long or fancy name. What's the name of yours?

[broroona]

Simple names often work the best.

[Ah... hesitating at that question though. He really doesn't want to sound so stupid this early...,] ... Chronos. [Actually the name of a country but she doesn't need to know that.] We don't have any of this stuff there. It's hard to get used to all the machines.

[And the lights.] How about you?

[blindoptimism]

We have technology that is similar, but different. [she looks away from the com device to look around the ship for a moment]

We have large warships, many unique military vehicles that fly through the sky. They're very advanced, all more clean and complex than these ships seem, but I don't think they could go into space like this.

[broroona]

Warships? [A question to himself. He's imagining ships-ancient roman in build-sailing through the sky, crisp and clean. The thought is almost too dumb to comprehend.]

If they can't go into space, how are they advanced? Do you have special canons?

[blindoptimism]

Hm... yes, I guess that's the best way to explain them. They seem cleaner and sleeker than the ships here, and they have more advanced weaponry. With the capabilities that our hosts seem to posses, I almost wonder if they've put us on very old spaceships for a reason.