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driftfleet2016-07-22 08:03 pm
aigue) wrote in driftfleet2016-07-22 08:03 pm
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Who: Renart
Broadcast: Text fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: Post-shuffle
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[Renart does not want to be here. Sure, being out in space has to be a step up from that post-apocalyptic wasteland. Space is one of the few places she's never actually been to before, and since she's always wanted to she should be thrilled.
But there are important people back in that stupid wasteland. Ones that are liable to get into dangerous, possibly deadly situations without her there to keep them safe. She's hoping they've been pulled here too. Finding out is her main priority as she fiddles with her communicator, eventually figuring out how to send a quick message to the network at large.]
Since I happen to be completely mundane
Absolutely unremarkable
And entirely forgettable
Why don't you tell me about yourselves?
Where are you from? What is your home like?
I'll let you know when you can stop talking ฅ(^･ω･^ฅ)
[At the very least, maybe she can hunt down a few of them. Or people who know them.]
Oh, and does there happen to be a curated list of every individual who has been pulled here?
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[After she's demolished those pudding deserts and figured out how to get down to the actual planet she'll be doing just that in hopes of finding someone familiar. Thankfully no one seems to care too much about her ears and tail which means she doesn't bother hiding them - though, having to contend with such an affectionate civilization quickly wears thin and after several hours of searching she takes a break, making her way to the edge of the forests. For an animal Fairy Tale such as herself it's more relaxing, even if she doubts she's likely to find anyone important away from the hustle and bustle of the markets. Sadly, the friends she has in mind don't entirely share her preference for nature. They're all human, or were human, or are human-y. Not animals, basically.
Still, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy herself for a little while before she resumes searching. She'll keep her messenger bag (and her Story) close as she wanders through the trees, ears twitching in response to every subtle noise in the vicinity.]
Broadcast: Text fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: Post-shuffle
[Text]
[Renart does not want to be here. Sure, being out in space has to be a step up from that post-apocalyptic wasteland. Space is one of the few places she's never actually been to before, and since she's always wanted to she should be thrilled.
But there are important people back in that stupid wasteland. Ones that are liable to get into dangerous, possibly deadly situations without her there to keep them safe. She's hoping they've been pulled here too. Finding out is her main priority as she fiddles with her communicator, eventually figuring out how to send a quick message to the network at large.]
Since I happen to be completely mundane
Absolutely unremarkable
And entirely forgettable
Why don't you tell me about yourselves?
Where are you from? What is your home like?
I'll let you know when you can stop talking ฅ(^･ω･^ฅ)
[At the very least, maybe she can hunt down a few of them. Or people who know them.]
Oh, and does there happen to be a curated list of every individual who has been pulled here?
[Action]
[After she's demolished those pudding deserts and figured out how to get down to the actual planet she'll be doing just that in hopes of finding someone familiar. Thankfully no one seems to care too much about her ears and tail which means she doesn't bother hiding them - though, having to contend with such an affectionate civilization quickly wears thin and after several hours of searching she takes a break, making her way to the edge of the forests. For an animal Fairy Tale such as herself it's more relaxing, even if she doubts she's likely to find anyone important away from the hustle and bustle of the markets. Sadly, the friends she has in mind don't entirely share her preference for nature. They're all human, or were human, or are human-y. Not animals, basically.
Still, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy herself for a little while before she resumes searching. She'll keep her messenger bag (and her Story) close as she wanders through the trees, ears twitching in response to every subtle noise in the vicinity.]
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Congratulations, you have managed to make pastry sound offensive
I think I would still eat it, though
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in case you needed extra american stereotypicalness
id say you should try one of those but who knows if theyve got that shit in space
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I'll do the same, since you were kind enough to tell me about them
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im davesprite btw
thats probably easier to remember than a string of numbers
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I'm Renart
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im always down to complain about fleet distributed food
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It's always good to have something to complain about
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and if the reality tv aspect is for real its not like atroma is gonna want to air anything slanderous
give em enough shit and they got less material
if that doesnt make complaining bonafide performance art i dunno what will
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That is, if it doesn't backfire by causing controversy
Any publicity is good publicity, after all
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And a great charitable act for everyone stuck on these ships
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with my luck id end up an indentured servant for the rest of my days
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I don't think a crow would make a good one, either
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im kind of useless for most shit
im not even good at my designated purpose i just mouth off a lot and steal peoples lunches and say caw sometimes
which is pretty par for the course for a crow i guess
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What is your designated purpose?
I wasn't aware crows even had one of those
Most animals don't
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but i was supposed to be a guide
dispense wisdom and infuriate people with riddles about their personal quests
that kind of shit
never cared much about the riddle aspect though and theres nothing i know that isnt obsolete these days
even my pop culture references are dated
they expired long ago no ones allowed to keep this stock on their shelves for resale no more
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Well, this place must give you a lot more freedom, right?
The chance to be something that isn't a guide for others
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guess?
a lot of people here must feel that way
like its a second chance somehow
but theres not really anything else for me to be and it seems kinda disingenuous to pretend otherwise
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There isn't actually anything stopping you from becoming someone else aside from your own reluctance, right?
[Unlike herself, where her nature is literally written down in her soul and her only option is rewriting, which is never going to happen.]
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or if you wanna go the cliche route
its complicated
im not the real dave so i dont really get those options
and to be honest all of the neon orange indicators in my life
myself included
unsubtly beat me over the fucking head with the flashing phosphorescent likelihood that im not gonna remember any of this
so there doesnt seem to be a whole lot of a point when i dont got one to start
[Other things he should be wondering: why is he saying this to someone he just met over the space internet.]
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(^・x・^) I'll give you complicated
It sounds like it is
[Seriously there are more than a few points in all of that that she wants to ask about.]
Regardless
You shouldn't look exclusively towards the future
It might be important, but you live in the present and you shouldn't dismiss it
As well, fuck neon orange indicators
Listening to anything that tells you how to live your life will only make you regretful
Do what you want to do while you have the time to do it
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When I was younger there was someone I should have met
But I was too concerned about other things and never bothered hunting him down
He grew old and died as humans are want to do, and I lost my chance forever
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It's a long story
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