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theboogieman) wrote in
driftfleet2016-08-02 10:49 pm
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One fish, two fish...
Who: Crew of the S.S. Bad At Feelings S.S. Red Fish and visitors!
Broadcast: Optional!
Action: All sorts!
When: Around the Drifting Week.
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[if the worlds really are watching, they must just be chomping at the bit to find out what's going on aboard this ship full of misfits and sad-sacks! with one crewmate reportedly dead, another recently missing, and now this thing about a hacking device planted in the communications system--what could possibly happen next?
stay tuned, audience!]
Broadcast: Optional!
Action: All sorts!
When: Around the Drifting Week.
---
[if the worlds really are watching, they must just be chomping at the bit to find out what's going on aboard this ship full of misfits and sad-sacks! with one crewmate reportedly dead, another recently missing, and now this thing about a hacking device planted in the communications system--what could possibly happen next?
stay tuned, audience!]

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[Still, after a minute or so of him not moving, she tilted her head to the side.]
Why are you standing there?
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he sighs first, shoulders hunching up as he starts to lean against the doorway. talking... is not his favorite, and it's already obvious that being menacing just won't cut it.]
Too loud.
[by the way, his voice holds all the warmth of a gravel driveway. everything's a creepy monotone, with this guy.]
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[Laura was used to hearing everything on the ship, really, so it takes her a moment to figure out what he means. Oh. She was pacing.]
I did not realize anyone else could hear. I am sorry.
[She was, too!]
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he tilts his head, narrowing his eyes... until something suddenly occurs to him.]
...Who are you, again...?
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[A beat, just staring at him.]
You are Zhas.
[Well she did tend to stalk people on the ship oops...]
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...eventually he nods once, grumbles in acknowledgement, and that's it. for several seconds. before he sighs, audibly, and takes a step backwards onto the top rung of his bunk's ladder.]
Thanks for apologizing.
[even though he sounds so flatly unexcited about it.]
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I will try to be quieter.
[Which probably meant she'd take off her boots and start crawling through the vents. Which was...better...maybe?]