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driftfleet2017-02-18 03:25 pm
astrobleme) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-18 03:25 pm
Entry tags:
004. video + action.
Who: Shinji Ikari and you?!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Any ship in the Fleet, beginning with the Heron.
When: Throughout the week.
[network.]
[Shinji has felt like total crap for weeks and weeks now, after that unexpected attack on the Fleet's ships... but the curtain of despair suddenly lifts one morning, for no apparent reason at all. He's a little bewildered about feeling okay, if not good, if not great, and he spends the first day catching up on the laundry that he's been neglecting.
But then it kind of maybe spirals out of control. He's filled with determination to clean--not just his own clothes or his own room, but every unwashed pile of clothes and every messy room he comes across. He doesn't really notice his own hyperactivity; he just wants to clean and clean and clean until not a speck of dust or engine grease remains. He sweeps through the Heron, to begin with, and then he branches out...]
Hey, [he says, coming into view on the feed. He's a little blurry at first, with softly glowing lights all around him, which soon resolve into... fireflies?] Have you seen these things yet? They're called cleaning bugs! And they're freaking awesome. The Co'kal made them--they can deep-clean anything, no problem, and... [Shinji is practically ranting and raving about these inventions he found in his quest to clean everything.]
If there's something you need me to clean, let me know, okay? I'll take care of it right away. Or my new friends will.
[action, aboard various ships in the Fleet.]
[Needless to say, Shinji can be found pretty much anywhere in the Fleet, on any crew's ship or the Iskaulit, waging war against uncleanliness. Don't mind him if he decides your kitchen needs a good scrub down, or your bunks, or your bathrooms, or even the engine room. He's constantly accompanied by a halo of cleaning bugs that change colors depending on the amount of dirt nearby.
They may even decide to target a person that they've deemed a little too dirty...]
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Any ship in the Fleet, beginning with the Heron.
When: Throughout the week.
[network.]
[Shinji has felt like total crap for weeks and weeks now, after that unexpected attack on the Fleet's ships... but the curtain of despair suddenly lifts one morning, for no apparent reason at all. He's a little bewildered about feeling okay, if not good, if not great, and he spends the first day catching up on the laundry that he's been neglecting.
But then it kind of maybe spirals out of control. He's filled with determination to clean--not just his own clothes or his own room, but every unwashed pile of clothes and every messy room he comes across. He doesn't really notice his own hyperactivity; he just wants to clean and clean and clean until not a speck of dust or engine grease remains. He sweeps through the Heron, to begin with, and then he branches out...]
Hey, [he says, coming into view on the feed. He's a little blurry at first, with softly glowing lights all around him, which soon resolve into... fireflies?] Have you seen these things yet? They're called cleaning bugs! And they're freaking awesome. The Co'kal made them--they can deep-clean anything, no problem, and... [Shinji is practically ranting and raving about these inventions he found in his quest to clean everything.]
If there's something you need me to clean, let me know, okay? I'll take care of it right away. Or my new friends will.
[action, aboard various ships in the Fleet.]
[Needless to say, Shinji can be found pretty much anywhere in the Fleet, on any crew's ship or the Iskaulit, waging war against uncleanliness. Don't mind him if he decides your kitchen needs a good scrub down, or your bunks, or your bathrooms, or even the engine room. He's constantly accompanied by a halo of cleaning bugs that change colors depending on the amount of dirt nearby.
They may even decide to target a person that they've deemed a little too dirty...]
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[She hasn't bought an outfit in a long time because he's sewn so many for her. She's pleased every time she looks at her closet-- maybe it's immature, but it feels so good to see so many clothes there, so much evidence of how he cares for her in every careful stitch. She hasn't put on her plugsuit in months and months. She's even gotten back into makeup and styling her hair, though she doesn't stray too often from pigtails. She wouldn't argue if he doubled her wardrobe.]
You've been making them shorter lately, you know.
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But she noticed the fact he isn't trying to hide her knees anymore.
Ah, well. His face is getting warmer, but...
It isn't because he's trying to ogle her bare skin like a pervert. The truth is actually a bit uncomfortable, almost underhanded: he just wants to get her back to when she wasn't hesitant about showing herself to the world. She's much more relaxed now, for sure, but she's still wearing that damn eyepatch. She still thinks of herself as contaminated--an aberration, unwanted. If he can alter her frame of mind through the act of sewing, that would be a worthwhile endeavor.]
You don't seem to mind, [he says, on a cautious note.] But if you don't like it, you can tell me what you'd rather wear...
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[She doesn't think she would've graduated from plugsuits to dresses and leggings so quickly without him. Maybe not ever.]
If I minded, I wouldn't wear them. [Her outfit today is one he's made, in fact, a sleeveless striped top and a red pencil skirt with buttons down the front.] You know that.