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driftfleet2017-03-18 06:31 pm
winn) wrote in driftfleet2017-03-18 06:31 pm
07 - video
Who: Winn Schott + you = awesome
Broadcast: yup!
Action: Tourist!
When: now!
[ the feed opens with a profile view of a sleeping winn. on his face, you can see an elaborate sharpie painted mustache (courtesy of opal) and from the ceiling right above him hangs a plastic flamingo in a coat and plastic sunglasses (courtesy of cisco).
to anyone who's been by to see him lately, it's a very familiar scene. but seconds into it something that hasn't happened in about two weeks begins to take place - movement. with a soft groan, winn reaches a sluggish hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the light. the hand then seems to decide that scratching above his upper lip is better use of its time and skills. slowly, his eyes blink open, struggling to adjust, to focus.
and then they do. on that flamingo.
he yelps, jumping up in bed, tearing the flamingo off its strings and throws it across the room, where he proceeds to stare at an off frame army of (four) flamingos. rubbing at his temples he mutters just loudly enough to be captured on film ] So Cisco's still here...
[ that seems to remind him of something, and with a sharp move his still sleepy mind can't seem to properly cope with, grabs at the communicator and misses. next attempt brings it into his hand and you finally get a close up of that glorious mustache.
he frowns into the camera ]
Of course it's rolling... [ his voice is raw, lips chapped, and he clears his throat in an attempt to bring back his usual volume ] Hi - Fleeters - if we're still calling ourselves that - Winn Schott here, back to the world of the conscious - if you recognize me check in and tell me how long I've been out - Kitty - you better still be here. [ because unless you call him within the next 10 seconds he's calling you as soon as he cuts this feed and if you're not there he will freak. he rubs at his painted mustache again, not quite realizing what's bothering him, and with a small tired smile fumbles to shut the broadcast off. ]
Broadcast: yup!
Action: Tourist!
When: now!
[ the feed opens with a profile view of a sleeping winn. on his face, you can see an elaborate sharpie painted mustache (courtesy of opal) and from the ceiling right above him hangs a plastic flamingo in a coat and plastic sunglasses (courtesy of cisco).
to anyone who's been by to see him lately, it's a very familiar scene. but seconds into it something that hasn't happened in about two weeks begins to take place - movement. with a soft groan, winn reaches a sluggish hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the light. the hand then seems to decide that scratching above his upper lip is better use of its time and skills. slowly, his eyes blink open, struggling to adjust, to focus.
and then they do. on that flamingo.
he yelps, jumping up in bed, tearing the flamingo off its strings and throws it across the room, where he proceeds to stare at an off frame army of (four) flamingos. rubbing at his temples he mutters just loudly enough to be captured on film ] So Cisco's still here...
[ that seems to remind him of something, and with a sharp move his still sleepy mind can't seem to properly cope with, grabs at the communicator and misses. next attempt brings it into his hand and you finally get a close up of that glorious mustache.
he frowns into the camera ]
Of course it's rolling... [ his voice is raw, lips chapped, and he clears his throat in an attempt to bring back his usual volume ] Hi - Fleeters - if we're still calling ourselves that - Winn Schott here, back to the world of the conscious - if you recognize me check in and tell me how long I've been out - Kitty - you better still be here. [ because unless you call him within the next 10 seconds he's calling you as soon as he cuts this feed and if you're not there he will freak. he rubs at his painted mustache again, not quite realizing what's bothering him, and with a small tired smile fumbles to shut the broadcast off. ]
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Er. Not that he's going to say any of that, obviously.
He returns the smile with about as much conviction. He won't be talking to Kirk about this, not when there's a two-year gulf between them that Jim doesn't know about yet. It was nice of Winn to leave that option open, though.] Thank you, but please don't censor yourself on my account.
I... ah. I think that I should start backing off right now. Thank you for the advice, Winn. [And Pavel hates himself a little for it, but both of the thank yous are genuine because he has no idea how to go about disliking someone--especially someone is who is so well-liked.]
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of course, he would only argue that if he were calm, uninvolved, knew chekov, and was also a mind reader so leaving it unsaid is probably for the best. ]
You're welcome. [ that feels like the weirdest thing in the world to say right now, and no, he will absolutely censor himself in front of jim because they do not need to make this any weirder than it already is. he rubs the back of his head with obvious discomfort. ] Look I know that just cuz it worked for me doesn't mean it'll work for everyone but - trying for a couple days can't hurt, right? We're gonna stay planetside, so you can make yourself comfortable here. [ he nods and uh, yeah. backing off feels like the best idea either of them had this whole conversation. ]
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No, it can't. I imagine that very few things could. [That was him trying to lighten the conversation. Didn't work very well, did it?]
Yes, of course, thank you. I will try to do that. [Being comfortable here is entirely impossible since large amounts of water are one of exactly two things in the entire universe that scare him. Thanks, Winn. Thanks, universe.
So, uh. This still feels weird and unresolved, but it'd be weirder if Pavel didn't excuse himself. He waves awkwardly and retreats to his bunk where he intends to live unless someone gives him a compelling reason to not do that. Please send food. Maybe have Jarvis toss a flamingo in.]
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hey, winn's afraid of heights. his first few months on the fleet have been spent freaking out cuz space is as high as you can go. he feels you. also, he almost drowned on their last stop so water's not that appealing either...they really need to stop being each other.
he returns the little wave and goes back to what he was doing while waiting for kitty to call and say she found a place. ]