Erik Lehnsherr (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2017-02-26 04:06 pm
exothermia) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-26 04:06 pm
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Who: Erik Lehnsherr and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide (unintentional) video, and (intentional) text
Action: N/A, unless you're determined to find him in the Heron
When: early morning February 27
video.
[The feed opens on a slanted angle, fixed on the shuttles of the Heron's cargo bay and a large metal crate sitting between them. It looks almost like the communicator responsible has been set down on a table and turned itself on - particularly as Erik can be seen walking away from the camera, towards the mystery crate. He doesn't seem to know he's being filmed at all, given his entire attention is on the crate. When he stops next to it he frowns, and turns it around. His expression becomes a bit more fixed with irritation as the message on the side comes into view:
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MAGNEATO FIRST YEAR! - Magnecessities
With a scowl, he pulls off the top of the crate -- and jerks backwards as a half-dozen balloons pop out, sailing upwards towards the ceiling. Festive! Oh, but that isn't the half of it. After a muttered curse he peers into the crate itself. He reaches in and pulls out... a toy. A plush horseshoe-style magnet, to be precise.
For a long couple of seconds he just stands there staring at the toy. The video starts to shudder a little, consistently, as the table it sits on begins to vibrate. Erik drops the toy back into the crate and with the same hand, makes a smacking motion through the air. The crate crumples and flies off out of view, landing with a crash somewhere offscreen. Erik turns then and glares straight at the communicator. The rattling of the image increases for a moment before the image cuts out. Show's over.]
text.
[About half an hour after that little display, a text message appears on the network.]
There's a crate of stuffed toys outside the Heron on the ring world. Take them.
[And that's it. Anyone who decides to take a look will indeed find the crate sitting on the dirt near the Heron's landing site... looking decidedly worse for wear, crumpled and smashed like it was dropped from several tall buildings. There are plenty of plush magnets inside for the taking.
Erik himself is nowhere around, though he'll respond to any calls.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide (unintentional) video, and (intentional) text
Action: N/A, unless you're determined to find him in the Heron
When: early morning February 27
video.
[The feed opens on a slanted angle, fixed on the shuttles of the Heron's cargo bay and a large metal crate sitting between them. It looks almost like the communicator responsible has been set down on a table and turned itself on - particularly as Erik can be seen walking away from the camera, towards the mystery crate. He doesn't seem to know he's being filmed at all, given his entire attention is on the crate. When he stops next to it he frowns, and turns it around. His expression becomes a bit more fixed with irritation as the message on the side comes into view:
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MAGNEATO FIRST YEAR! - Magnecessities
With a scowl, he pulls off the top of the crate -- and jerks backwards as a half-dozen balloons pop out, sailing upwards towards the ceiling. Festive! Oh, but that isn't the half of it. After a muttered curse he peers into the crate itself. He reaches in and pulls out... a toy. A plush horseshoe-style magnet, to be precise.
For a long couple of seconds he just stands there staring at the toy. The video starts to shudder a little, consistently, as the table it sits on begins to vibrate. Erik drops the toy back into the crate and with the same hand, makes a smacking motion through the air. The crate crumples and flies off out of view, landing with a crash somewhere offscreen. Erik turns then and glares straight at the communicator. The rattling of the image increases for a moment before the image cuts out. Show's over.]
text.
[About half an hour after that little display, a text message appears on the network.]
There's a crate of stuffed toys outside the Heron on the ring world. Take them.
[And that's it. Anyone who decides to take a look will indeed find the crate sitting on the dirt near the Heron's landing site... looking decidedly worse for wear, crumpled and smashed like it was dropped from several tall buildings. There are plenty of plush magnets inside for the taking.
Erik himself is nowhere around, though he'll respond to any calls.]
text
Why are you asking?
text
[A pretty obvious lie. Erik had already thanked Wanda for her belated Christmas gift to him, but his current stubbornness was causing Wanda to wonder if maybe he'd just been being nice about it. Though... then again, that did not exactly sound like something Erik would do. He always had been kind of blunt in her experience. And so, she concedes to asking the root question of it all.]
You liked my gift, didn't you?
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Yes, I did. But I actually know you. What I've received today isn't the same thing. The intent is different.
text
So, it is all about intent then?
Well then, what do YOU intend to do with your surplus of plushy horseshoe magnets?
[To be clear, she feels better now about her choice of gift for him and Charles. But that doesn't mean she can't poke the bear a little more.]
text
[Angry and a litterer. Shameful, really.]
text
[Okay, she's just having fun with him now.]
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Actually, what was it exactly they sent you? More magnets?
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Well, at least your "sponsor" is consistent.