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driftfleet2015-02-13 08:18 pm
stopbleeding) wrote in driftfleet2015-02-13 08:18 pm
god is this even ok
Who: Zoro and multiple unfortunate souls
Broadcast: fLEETWIDE yeYEAH
Action: Marsiva
When: RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW LET'S GO
[Somehow, someway, the camera shows nothing. Or, at least, it seems like nothing. A plain trash receptacle on the Marsiva, gleaming faintly under fluorescent lights. Tediously, it stays fixed on the bin, time stretching slow until, finally, it moves. Jiggles a bit. Shakes. Thumps and clangs and-shouts? Shouts. Manly, growling barks that echo out into the open. Then, finally, it capsizes.
A man pops out. Or rather, clambers out. With the exception of a scowl and a growl, a light kick to the can, he seems nonplussed. Nonplussed and oblivious to the camera.] Finally made it out...
[He says it wistfully, as if it were a long journey. A bit of yellow clings to his anime-green hair. Part of a banana peel. He's oblivious to that too, squinting around the area, turning this way and that, before finally, the giant fucking space-window catches his eye.] Eh? What's this? The ocean?
[Standing before it, arms akimbo, he falls quiet. Enjoying the simple majesty of, er, the ocean.] Are those fish? [They're stars.] They're small. Like dandruff.
[Proud of his stunning metaphor, he watches the stars for a moment longer before spinning on his heel.] This isn't the ship. Did I make it to Fishman Island? Heh-[He grins and turns at the same time.] That'd make me first. Oi! Luffy, Shitty Cook! You hear that? I'm No. 1-eh? [His hands go to rest on his swords only to find... they're not there. This greatly disturbs him and, for a moment, he's left staring at the blank space before whirling around for something to yell at. His gaze fixes on the network station currently transmitting, glare boring right into the camera.] Oiiiii.
[Tilting his head back and grinning menacingly he strides forward, cracking his knuckles.] Mr. Robot. You want to tell me what you did with my swords? Oiiii, can't you speak? [He raps his knuckles against the screen, peering into the camera with a pout before backing up and shaking the thing. The camera rattles, rattles and-
The feed cuts out. Switches to a different view. It's across the room from him now, staring as Zoro gawks, horrified, at the network station broken off in his hands. Making a sound akin to a dying frog he slowly looks around him, places the network station back down, and runs.
The network station falls over.]
Broadcast: fLEETWIDE yeYEAH
Action: Marsiva
When: RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW LET'S GO
[Somehow, someway, the camera shows nothing. Or, at least, it seems like nothing. A plain trash receptacle on the Marsiva, gleaming faintly under fluorescent lights. Tediously, it stays fixed on the bin, time stretching slow until, finally, it moves. Jiggles a bit. Shakes. Thumps and clangs and-shouts? Shouts. Manly, growling barks that echo out into the open. Then, finally, it capsizes.
A man pops out. Or rather, clambers out. With the exception of a scowl and a growl, a light kick to the can, he seems nonplussed. Nonplussed and oblivious to the camera.] Finally made it out...
[He says it wistfully, as if it were a long journey. A bit of yellow clings to his anime-green hair. Part of a banana peel. He's oblivious to that too, squinting around the area, turning this way and that, before finally, the giant fucking space-window catches his eye.] Eh? What's this? The ocean?
[Standing before it, arms akimbo, he falls quiet. Enjoying the simple majesty of, er, the ocean.] Are those fish? [They're stars.] They're small. Like dandruff.
[Proud of his stunning metaphor, he watches the stars for a moment longer before spinning on his heel.] This isn't the ship. Did I make it to Fishman Island? Heh-[He grins and turns at the same time.] That'd make me first. Oi! Luffy, Shitty Cook! You hear that? I'm No. 1-eh? [His hands go to rest on his swords only to find... they're not there. This greatly disturbs him and, for a moment, he's left staring at the blank space before whirling around for something to yell at. His gaze fixes on the network station currently transmitting, glare boring right into the camera.] Oiiiii.
[Tilting his head back and grinning menacingly he strides forward, cracking his knuckles.] Mr. Robot. You want to tell me what you did with my swords? Oiiii, can't you speak? [He raps his knuckles against the screen, peering into the camera with a pout before backing up and shaking the thing. The camera rattles, rattles and-
The feed cuts out. Switches to a different view. It's across the room from him now, staring as Zoro gawks, horrified, at the network station broken off in his hands. Making a sound akin to a dying frog he slowly looks around him, places the network station back down, and runs.
The network station falls over.]
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Uh... Well, it's kind of weird? People have disappeared, but it's not like... Not like they said anything like, "well, I'm very close to discovering the way out!" before they disappear. So it seems like it's not of their own accord.
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Hey, who was the last one to leave?
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[since "I don't know" is not true. and she glances over at something. maybe there's paper over there? turning some pages...]
It was some guy off the Bloodsport ship, but I... Really don't think you're going to be able to just... find them...
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Uh. Anyway. He smirks, rocking back on his heels.]
Not with that attitude. [He nods towards her.] What'd they look like?
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[she is not sure whether to be impressed or just assume this guy is crazy.]
But... I don't know, I didn't really see him much. Teenage guy, big... Weird hair? School uniform?
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He sounds like a freak. Maybe I won't hunt him down. [He sighs again, clearly put out.] I'll wait till someone else goes. You want to come with?
[She seems ok... might be useful... ]
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Nah, it's all right. I'm, uh, trying my chances around here right now. But thanks?
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[That seems to be the end of it before he hesitates. Almost reluctantly:] I'll, uh. Keep you updated if I find the freak.
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Good deal, sword guy.
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[This is basically him giving her a thumb's up.]
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Bright-haired samurai guy.
Guy with a thing for leaning on stuff and looking grumpy.
[she puffs up her cheeks... lets it all out in a breath.]
I don't know. I'll think of something.