Winn Schott (
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. ]

Video
[ yes, finally someone throwing him right into work, this is good, this he knows how to do, this isn't confusing as all hell like everything else seems to be right now. ]
Re: Video
[Here is a boat-load of work for you, Winn. Get your thinking hat on.]
Video
Did something happen or are we talking theories?
Re: Video
I am considering something Felix has told me.
Video
Re: Video
And it ... what is that word, Winn? Clicked. It clicked into place. Slotted like a strap going into a buckle.
If they had the power to draw us all here - who is to say they have not pinned us here? Like a butterfly on a page, with a pin?
Suffice to say - I need to know if my paranoia is just paranoia ... or fact.
Video - private;
[ once upon a time he wouldn't have talked about this on the network. he would have been reluctant to talk about it at all. but the atroma have a direct line to his brain, why bother. how's that paranoia feeling, tyrion? ]
Re: Video - private;
So the only way we can prove anything is out of the ordinary - is to possibly find the people who have been trying to communicate with us outside of the Atroma.
[And yes, he does not give a fuck if you find out, Atroma. He will find a way to break out of this. He knew it seemed odd that no one had a clue how these things worked on an Engineering Planet.]
Video - private;
[ personally, he finds the appearance of the other fleet and the fact that suddenly they were able to reactivate the scrambling devices way too convenient. ]
Re: Video - private;
How precisely would we take action?
Video - private;
Re: Video - private;
[He heaved out a breath.] I ... could use your assistance?
Video - private;
[ he nods. he hasn't done it on the tourist, it felt like too much of a risk and an unnecessary one since most other ships were doing it and they can just pass the messages along. but it doesn't mean he hasn't helped others do it on their ships. ]
Re: Video - private;
Video - private;
[ he nods. hell yeah of course he does, he wants to save kitty, to get everyone he loves where they wanna go, to make sure the atroma and whoever's behind all those other kidnapping universes - if they're even different people - can never do this to anyone again. ]