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driftfleet2017-03-11 11:18 pm
reconstitution) wrote in driftfleet2017-03-11 11:18 pm
Centennials Are A Nuissance
Who: Bucky Barnes & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: 3/10
[Broadcast;;]
[ The feed opens up with a view of the Heron's cargo bay, set upon a surface and focused on a very plain, yet sizable crate set in the center. Bucky comes into view, absolutely suspicious of the box addressed to him. He circles the crate a few times before kneeling and pulling out a knife so he can shimmy the lid off. It's removed very carefully and set to the side, much like he's diffusing a bomb. It may as well be, he knows what day it is, and this is obviously some weird thing from the Atroma.
He lifts a piece of paper from the top, skims through it quickly and crumples it and tosses the offending thing across the cargo bay. Bucky takes out a package that looks harmless enough- the crate is filled to the brim with very questionably made bottle rockets? Fiddling with it ends in a very harmless but extremely unnecessary explosion of glitter and confetti.
Boy, those sure aren't very nice words are they? Bucky seems to realize that the communicator is broadcasting this catastrophe, so a very glitter and confetti-covered captain stomps over to the device to shut it off. Not long after, a text comes through the network. ]
I don't care who takes the damn things, just get them off my ship. There are 99 more...
[Action;;]
[ Throughout the day, Bucky can probably be found sulking around the Heron, or sitting in the kitchen trying to clean glitter out from between the plates of his arm. His mood would be so much better if there were cake. ]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: 3/10
[Broadcast;;]
[ The feed opens up with a view of the Heron's cargo bay, set upon a surface and focused on a very plain, yet sizable crate set in the center. Bucky comes into view, absolutely suspicious of the box addressed to him. He circles the crate a few times before kneeling and pulling out a knife so he can shimmy the lid off. It's removed very carefully and set to the side, much like he's diffusing a bomb. It may as well be, he knows what day it is, and this is obviously some weird thing from the Atroma.
He lifts a piece of paper from the top, skims through it quickly and crumples it and tosses the offending thing across the cargo bay. Bucky takes out a package that looks harmless enough- the crate is filled to the brim with very questionably made bottle rockets? Fiddling with it ends in a very harmless but extremely unnecessary explosion of glitter and confetti.
Boy, those sure aren't very nice words are they? Bucky seems to realize that the communicator is broadcasting this catastrophe, so a very glitter and confetti-covered captain stomps over to the device to shut it off. Not long after, a text comes through the network. ]
I don't care who takes the damn things, just get them off my ship. There are 99 more...
[Action;;]
[ Throughout the day, Bucky can probably be found sulking around the Heron, or sitting in the kitchen trying to clean glitter out from between the plates of his arm. His mood would be so much better if there were cake. ]
action »
[ He takes the towel to his arm, but it doesn't really succeed in going anywhere except for all over the place. ]
Thank you. I was hoping to avoid it.
action »
[ she watches him for a moment before shaking her head and opening a drawer to search for a smaller towel. this won't do. she imagines it'll be a little like cleaning a weapon. they'll need something small and dry. ]
I think I can understand why.
[ she eyes the box and the - glitter. ]
action »
[ He's a stick in the mud like that, but he's a simple guy. A message would have done the trick. ]
Are you adjusting?
[ Bucky asks the question as he cleans off one of the metal plates near his elbow, glancing at her. ]
action »
[ they seem to be in agreement about this matter. once, when she was a kid, nancy didn't mind surprises that much, though she had always seen them coming. now, when she knows what it feels like not to see something lurking around the corner, she'd rather avoid them altogether. ]
It's fine. I have a schedule.
[ she nods. she really does have one and she keeps strictly to it, as if she misses the one she had in school ( she does ). ]
action »
[ She's probably caught a glimpse of him in the middle of the night doing his rounds, making sure the ship is locked down if everyone is on board. ]
Talk to everyone yet?
action »
No, not yet. I've met Charles.
[ she says the name with a soft sort of affection ]
and Erik and Shinji.
action »
Shinji is quiet, but he's a good kid.. Livewire gives you any trouble, you let me know and it'll stop.
Summer is something else. [ But the way he says it sounds like it's not a bad thing. ]
action »
[ what
the
hell ]
That's a....person?
action »
[ How to even explain her.. ]
Ever notice weird things happen with the electronics on the ship? That's her. Just call her out on it and she'll introduce herself.
[ Nancy, it's so weird, but she's crew so he has to know these things.. ]
action »
[ only because she's used to much worse things that happen once the lights and the electricity starts acting wonky. It doesn't make her feel any better about this livewire...person? ]
That's. It's a girl. She's a - girl? woman? who - does things to electricity?
action »
Essentially, yes.