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

okay!!

[amarant]

In any case, thank you.

[broroona]

You're welcome?

[HE GUESSES?? what did he even do...]

[amarant]

It's been a long time since someone's talked to me like that-- it's a good thing, I don't mind it much at all.

You're right, though.

[broroona]

[Oh. He relaxes somewhat.] Experience teaches well. That's all. You see a lot of stuff when you've walked a long way.

[He coughs and even that sounds embarrassed.] That sounds lamer than I meant.

[amarant]

You must have gone quite a distance, hm?

It makes me feel that I've wasted too much of my life.

[broroona]

[Y U P sure not addressing that question]

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.

[amarant]

No, it isn't ending, but...it feels as though I'll have a lot to make up for.

[ She does laugh at that, though. It's quiet, but there. ]

I appreciate the offer.

[broroona]

[Yes, he scored a laugh. Point for Baroona.]

It's a more selfish offer than it seems. I'll be happy to do it anytime. Just let me know.

[amarant]

Why is it selfish?

[ She could sure think of someone... ]

[broroona]

Let's just say I could really use a fight right now.

[amarant]

I've known people to do that as a way to work through stress...is that why?

[broroona]

[No.]

Yeah. I'm don't like being dragged around.

[amarant]

I can understand that... it would be nice to find a way to be free here, even if it seems unlikely at times.

[broroona]

It could probably come with time but it'll be hard if they're always watching us.

[HINT HINT they probably shouldn't be talking about this right now]

[amarant]

That's right, the worlds are watching.

...that is what she said, I think.

I'd like to know who they are.

[broroona]

If we get popular enough, there's a chance we'll meet a few of them. That's usually how these things work.

[amarant]

[ .......... ]

I see.

[ That is the voice of someone who very clearly DOES NOT WANT THAT AT ALL. ]

[broroona]

[Aw, cute. Baroona laughs lightly.]

Alright, how about this-I'll become popular enough for the two of us. If I get to see someone, I'll tell you all about it. That way you'll know. Sound good?

[amarant]

That would be fine.

[ Phew. ]

Thank you, I do appreciate it. I'm sure you'll do well.

[broroona]

[He smiles and he's glad she can't see it, pained as it is. His voice does a good job of masking it.]

I know I will.

[The words linger for a long moment before he sets to move on.] If I do find out-who should I call?

[amarant]

Emblica. On the Pathstone, if that makes a difference.

[broroona]

Doesn't mean anything to me. [Not that he really minds.] Baroona. Good to meet you, Emblica.

[amarant]

Hm. What does your name mean?

[ She's often curious about that, with new people. She hasn't fully learned that it's mainly just a cultural thing. ]

[broroona]

My name? [Not a question he's considered before. Certainly not one he knows.] Does it have to mean anything?

[amarant]

I suppose not, but most names do mean something.

Mine is the name of a plant.