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driftfleet2016-08-08 04:07 pm
nedstarksbastard) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-08 04:07 pm
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Who: Jon Snow (and bonus appearance from PUPPY)
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Three Twins
When: present whoop
[video]
[Surprisingly, Jon's not the first thing you see--or hear--for this feed. Instead, what happens is that whoever's tuning in now gets a screen full of wet nose and white fur. Clearly, Jon's wolf pup Ghost's curious about this strange device, and has somehow managed to record himself. He sniffs at the screen a little more, then pads back enough to reveal that he's currently in the engine room.
It should probably be noted here that, while this is happening, there's some very, very loud music playing in the background. Some listeners, especially ones from Earth, might be able to figure out that the music sounds suspiciously similar to a certain song from the early 2000s--though the lyrics and the voice is definitely markedly different from the song they might remember.]
What are you doing with that? [And there's Jon now, feet stepping into frame before he kneels down, a look of fond resignation on his face.] How did you even get it to work?
[Ghost does not answer. Instead, he gently headbutts Jon's ankle. He demands scratchies.
Jon, with a chuckle, glances at the comm, then reaches out a hand to turn it off.]
[text]
has anyone else besides the Golden found something on their hailing arrays that shouldn't be there?
and does anyone want some discs? I've taken all that I need from this "gift", there's enough left over for whoever else might be so inclined to listen to them.
[action]
[For everyone on the Three Twins, Jon can be found near the comm array, looking the whole system over with a fine-toothed comb. He's not going to be able to find and pull out the bug by himself, if there even is a bug, but if no one comes by to help, then he's damn well going to try.
That, or blasting that goddamn music--or its various remixes, or even something like this except by Your Biological Romance, which is totally not a rip-off what are you talking about, and its various remixes, or, well, you get the picture--from either the engine room or his room.
He can also be found the cargo bay, where, surprise surprise, there's an opened crate just full of CDs, and also fiddling around with a CD player that seems to have two settings: off or loud as hell.
The CDs aren't even full albums, mind--there's like twenty copies of "Come Join My Dark Parade", "Honey I'm Going Down Fighting", "Convoluted", and other such classics from a record company that apparently liked Jon enough to send him a gift. How kind of them.]
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Three Twins
When: present whoop
[video]
[Surprisingly, Jon's not the first thing you see--or hear--for this feed. Instead, what happens is that whoever's tuning in now gets a screen full of wet nose and white fur. Clearly, Jon's wolf pup Ghost's curious about this strange device, and has somehow managed to record himself. He sniffs at the screen a little more, then pads back enough to reveal that he's currently in the engine room.
It should probably be noted here that, while this is happening, there's some very, very loud music playing in the background. Some listeners, especially ones from Earth, might be able to figure out that the music sounds suspiciously similar to a certain song from the early 2000s--though the lyrics and the voice is definitely markedly different from the song they might remember.]
What are you doing with that? [And there's Jon now, feet stepping into frame before he kneels down, a look of fond resignation on his face.] How did you even get it to work?
[Ghost does not answer. Instead, he gently headbutts Jon's ankle. He demands scratchies.
Jon, with a chuckle, glances at the comm, then reaches out a hand to turn it off.]
[text]
has anyone else besides the Golden found something on their hailing arrays that shouldn't be there?
and does anyone want some discs? I've taken all that I need from this "gift", there's enough left over for whoever else might be so inclined to listen to them.
[action]
[For everyone on the Three Twins, Jon can be found near the comm array, looking the whole system over with a fine-toothed comb. He's not going to be able to find and pull out the bug by himself, if there even is a bug, but if no one comes by to help, then he's damn well going to try.
That, or blasting that goddamn music--or its various remixes, or even something like this except by Your Biological Romance, which is totally not a rip-off what are you talking about, and its various remixes, or, well, you get the picture--from either the engine room or his room.
He can also be found the cargo bay, where, surprise surprise, there's an opened crate just full of CDs, and also fiddling around with a CD player that seems to have two settings: off or loud as hell.
The CDs aren't even full albums, mind--there's like twenty copies of "Come Join My Dark Parade", "Honey I'm Going Down Fighting", "Convoluted", and other such classics from a record company that apparently liked Jon enough to send him a gift. How kind of them.]
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He makes a face.] Aye, it is.
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Might I suggest you try the other setting? If only for a moment?
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Then, finally, it shuts off.]
Wanda. [A moment's pause, then, somewhat awkwardly:] It's--a pretty name. [Gilly seemed to like that compliment, and it's polite.] I'm Jon Snow.
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Nice to meet you, Jon Snow. And was the name again of your little friend there?
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I did not realize the tree was capable of producing living gifts. Though, it does explain the sudden uptake of animals that now appear to be travelling with us. He is from your home then?
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[Not pets, for Jon--direwolves, in particular, are not very suitable as pets. His lord father had made certain he and his half-siblings knew that much.]
Aye. He's a direwolf, they can grow to be much bigger than a wolf. [The direwolf corpse he and Robb had found on their way back to Winterfell was proof of that much. (How long ago had that ride been? A year, a lifetime ago?)]
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[Wanda repeats the name, checking to see if she heard him correctly.]
And they grow much bigger than a regular wolf? I suppose that means they do not grow much tamer either.