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clay тerran | ѕpace nerd ([personal profile] geonomy) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-07-30 12:05 pm

007 - all of us are made from the stuff of stars; video

Who: Clay Terran and yes, yes you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the good ship Vanquish
When: Right now, 7/30

[It was Clay's second birthday celebrated here. Last year, it felt weird, since there was a time jump from what he remembered in December to suddenly April, then July happening so soon after that. Now, now that he's more used to it, it's... more normal.

He doesn't want to announce anything; not because he doesn't want people to know, but well, there are party ponies here, and that had been startling to say the least the last time it happened. But there is a sponsor drop, and Clay figures he ought to address the network as he sees to what's inside it.

When he shows up on camera, he's got a big grin while he leans on a decently sized box.]


Hey everyone! It's been a while since I got a sponsor drop. What was it last time – visors? It feels like it's been light-years!

[Yes. It was visors. There's still a crate of visors in the cargo room.]

... By the way, if anyone wants a visor, feel free to message me. [He says with a tip of his own. But anyway:] But hey, look what I got now! [He leans back to gesture to the box he was leaning on.] And since it has been a while, I figured it'd be cool to have my own sort of unboxing!

[And with that, he starts! Once he's got the box cracked open, he gives the camera a grin, then opens it fully. He looks... a bit confused, and he takes out the note to read it out loud.]

Dear spaceboy, happy bir -

[SHIT NO. NOT WHEN THERE ARE PARTY PONIES HERE. He clenches his mouth shut and winces, like he just screwed up, before he slowly continues to read.]

... to celebrate, we've given you... comm cases? Uh, we love you!

[He lowers the note, looking down at all the cases, before he looks up at the camera again with a smile that first looks sheepish, then goes right back to being jovial.]

There's waaay too many cases for one spaceman. [He holds up one in particular, shaped to fit the communication devices, and leans against the box again while waving it slightly for the camera.] Anyone want one? Or two?


((ooc: the cases come in whatever design you want, though probably nothing too fancy. come bedazzle your comm device!))
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[personal profile] scanninggaydis 2016-07-31 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[It's been a month and a half, and really Felix has only been vaguely sociable in passing so far on the ship. He hasn't been rude, but he's mostly been keeping to himself, staying in his room or taking trips down to the planet now that they're in range.

Now that he's coming to terms with the Fleet, he's starting to think he should change that. If he's stuck here, he's stuck here. Making connections is probably for the better.

To that end, when he sees something come over the network, clearly shot in their own cargo hold, he takes the opportunity to leave his room and go investigate.]


That's a lot of birthday gift.
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[personal profile] scanninggaydis 2016-08-06 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
A comm case for every day?

[The grin sort of takes him by surprise, though only barely visibly, and only for a second. Not that friendly people are completely unknown to him, it's just that Clay doesn't know him, and it seems odd that he'd be that pleased to see him.

Or, you know. He's just happy because it's his birthday.

Felix doesn't really smile back, though the look on his face isn't unpleasant. He comes a little bit closer to the box, peering in. Maybe there's something sturdy and utilitarian. He's not usually one for ornamentation.]


Happy birthday.