driftfleet | 002.

Who: Riku and Sora, open!
Broadcast: from the Abeo moon!
Action: ... in Abeo prison. 8D
When: Now!

[ the feed flickers on to show two faces--riku and sora. they're both in a dingy, enclosed space, with riku looking a little peeved. ]

Anyone on Abeo, from the Bloodsport? Or... any ship?

Anyone without flashy hair. [ Sora cuts in, looking exasperated. ] Spikes are not flashy. This is...sorta natural. Anyway, we need someone to bail us out!

They're flashy here. [ 8| ] What he said. I can't believe you actually got thrown in jail...

I can't believe you got thrown in jail! [ He gives a tug at the spikes of his hair. They're only half natural, but shhh. ] Apparently if they think your hair is too fancy or weird here, it's a crime. So, we need someone who doesn't look like that or whatever to come get us out. Because you'll get thrown in too, apparently.

[ riku just makes this annoyed noise. ] Of course I got thrown in jail, I look weird! You'd look normal if you didn't spike your hair!

[ And Sora looks SO AFFRONTED. ] At least I don't have old guy hair!

At least I don't have clown shoes!

They aren't clown shoes! And you used to wear waders over your jeans. [ But for all the arguing, neither actually looked legitimately mad. ]

[ it's far more like they're both enjoying ribbing the other, while getting out their frustrations at the situation. ] Used to, but I quit. You're still wearing weird stuff. What was that in the dream world, anyway?

There was nothing weird about my dream world clothes. Was there?

[ riku opens his mouth, but then, looks befuddled... and presses his hand against his mouth. hm. was there...? ]

Exactly. [ he sticks his tongue out at his friend, and then reaches for the device. ] I think we're getting off track.

--hey, if you wanted to make your own broadcast, you should've remembered yours. [ shaking his head. ] Whatever the bail is, I'll pay it back to whoever gets us out. I've got more than enough.