driftfleet | 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.]

Threaded | Flat

[Watching all this and just....]

[Gonna start clapping now yep]

Woooow, you really broke it~

Oh my god...

[well, there's a teenage girl on one of the network panels. soft-spoken and kind of impressed?]

Down with this insufferable technology! I agree!

[ he's... not making a statement... ]

[Is this real life? Komaeda can only assume this guy is having some kind of psychotic break, or a seizure, or.... something.]

Those aren't- [D- dandruff] Those aren't fish. [He's really working to keep a straight face. He's not the best at first impressions (or second, or third, or...) but he's pretty sure that laughing outright at people isn't the best way to make friend.]

They're stars.

[oh wow.... She almost wonders if she should respond at all. Perhaps would it be kinder to pretend that never happened? Nah, but he seems really confused and she wants to help. So she clears her throat and waves over the feed]

Ah... hello?

[Well now, here was something entertaining to watch. Good timing too, Adachi was beginning to get bored. He snickers at Zoro's interpretation of deep space out the window, but he full on loses it when he sees Zoro's antics with the network station. When he pauses to catch his breath from all that laughing, he manages to get out a few words before starting his laughing all over again.]

Man, what an entrance...

...

Well, that was new and unusual.

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