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driftfleet2017-04-07 10:15 pm
kill_switch) wrote in driftfleet2017-04-07 10:15 pm
Entry tags:
Video/Action - Open
Who: Furiosa
Broadcast: Video
Action: First Breath
When: Today
[Furiosa had been expecting something, the way everyone else seemed to be receiving drops (and the rumors that were being distributed among the fleet, as well). Although she didn't frame it like she'd said, the postcard detailing Max was tucked away in a footlocker along with the drawing of the two of them.]
[Considering the last sponsor drop she'd gotten had been entirely useless to her - a collection of makeup and hair dyes and product, she decided to open this one over broadcast so she could hawk anything something else might find useful. The scene opens up with her adjusting the camera so you can see her sitting on the cargo bay floor next to the unopened box.]
Okay, Fleet, looks like I wasn't able to escape the rumor mill. Given Atroma's previous record, I'm sure there's going to be a lot of stuff in here I won't be needing. Feel free to call dibs.
[She turns her attention to the box and pops the locks and flips open the lid. She takes out a paper list, glances at it, and then tosses it away, but even though she's not reading it over the broadcast each ship has been supplied with their own copy.]
[Though the angle from the camera can't see in the box, there is a colorful array of faux-fur and shiny cloth horns and plastic eyes poking up out of the top. She pulls out a stuffed animal, something that looks like a cross between an alligator and a bat, and looks at the attached tag. This one she does read aloud.]
'Lost her arm to a ryloc.' [She sets it aside, and pulls out another that's like a spikey armadillo,] Lost her arm to ... a, squigget?' [Sets it down with the ryloc. Pulls out something with a ton of furry tentacles, She looks at the tag but doesn't read it, then sets it in the growing pile and pulls out a couple dozen more.] Same thing, different creature.
[Once all the stuffed animals are out of the box, she looks at the pile, then at the camera, as if she can tell what everyone's thinking.] They're all wrong. I'm not telling. Anyone wants any, hit me up. [Although, she's already thinking about keeping a couple around in case any more kids show up in the Fleet (or, get lost on shuttles and attach themselves to Max). Back into the box she goes.]
[She pulls out a little collection of carefully wrapped packages with a decorated card, frowns as she reads the name on the envelope, and then looks at the feed.]
Tyrion, this says it's for you. I think there was a mixup.
[She sets it aside, then reaches in and pulls out ... a similarly decorated collection of packages. She pauses, looking like they're about to bite her like a snake, and then unties the ribbon and starts to tear the tissue away. One box has perfume, which she looks at curiously like she's only got a vague idea what it is, sniffs it, and makes a face, setting it far away from her.] Please someone take that.
[Next package is some cheap costume jewelry. She gives it a cursory glance before adding it to the perfume.]
[The next box is slightly bigger and flatter, and when she opens it there's a folded layer of tissue paper, she moves it aside and finds a red dress. She pulls it partway out, gives it a very confused look over, and then drops it back in the box and digs around for the envelope. She finds it, rips it over, and reads the card inside - and thankfully, she's distracted enough by the collection that it's tilted just right if someone were so inclined, they could pause the feed and zoom in and read it;]
To help the continuation of the burgeoning love story between Captain Imperator Furiosa and Captan Tyrion Lannister; each are supplied with clothes, accessories, eau de toilet, and finally; a bottle of wine to celebrate the union.
[It's obvious when she finishes reading it, because there's a sharp intake of breath as she crumples the card and looks straight at the camera.]
No.
[She goes to dump the dress back into the box and stops, finding the one last piece of the evening; she pulls out a bottle of acid green wine.]
This looks like coolant. [Intense frown,] are they trying to poison us?
Broadcast: Video
Action: First Breath
When: Today
[Furiosa had been expecting something, the way everyone else seemed to be receiving drops (and the rumors that were being distributed among the fleet, as well). Although she didn't frame it like she'd said, the postcard detailing Max was tucked away in a footlocker along with the drawing of the two of them.]
[Considering the last sponsor drop she'd gotten had been entirely useless to her - a collection of makeup and hair dyes and product, she decided to open this one over broadcast so she could hawk anything something else might find useful. The scene opens up with her adjusting the camera so you can see her sitting on the cargo bay floor next to the unopened box.]
Okay, Fleet, looks like I wasn't able to escape the rumor mill. Given Atroma's previous record, I'm sure there's going to be a lot of stuff in here I won't be needing. Feel free to call dibs.
[She turns her attention to the box and pops the locks and flips open the lid. She takes out a paper list, glances at it, and then tosses it away, but even though she's not reading it over the broadcast each ship has been supplied with their own copy.]
[Though the angle from the camera can't see in the box, there is a colorful array of faux-fur and shiny cloth horns and plastic eyes poking up out of the top. She pulls out a stuffed animal, something that looks like a cross between an alligator and a bat, and looks at the attached tag. This one she does read aloud.]
'Lost her arm to a ryloc.' [She sets it aside, and pulls out another that's like a spikey armadillo,] Lost her arm to ... a, squigget?' [Sets it down with the ryloc. Pulls out something with a ton of furry tentacles, She looks at the tag but doesn't read it, then sets it in the growing pile and pulls out a couple dozen more.] Same thing, different creature.
[Once all the stuffed animals are out of the box, she looks at the pile, then at the camera, as if she can tell what everyone's thinking.] They're all wrong. I'm not telling. Anyone wants any, hit me up. [Although, she's already thinking about keeping a couple around in case any more kids show up in the Fleet (or, get lost on shuttles and attach themselves to Max). Back into the box she goes.]
[She pulls out a little collection of carefully wrapped packages with a decorated card, frowns as she reads the name on the envelope, and then looks at the feed.]
Tyrion, this says it's for you. I think there was a mixup.
[She sets it aside, then reaches in and pulls out ... a similarly decorated collection of packages. She pauses, looking like they're about to bite her like a snake, and then unties the ribbon and starts to tear the tissue away. One box has perfume, which she looks at curiously like she's only got a vague idea what it is, sniffs it, and makes a face, setting it far away from her.] Please someone take that.
[Next package is some cheap costume jewelry. She gives it a cursory glance before adding it to the perfume.]
[The next box is slightly bigger and flatter, and when she opens it there's a folded layer of tissue paper, she moves it aside and finds a red dress. She pulls it partway out, gives it a very confused look over, and then drops it back in the box and digs around for the envelope. She finds it, rips it over, and reads the card inside - and thankfully, she's distracted enough by the collection that it's tilted just right if someone were so inclined, they could pause the feed and zoom in and read it;]
To help the continuation of the burgeoning love story between Captain Imperator Furiosa and Captan Tyrion Lannister; each are supplied with clothes, accessories, eau de toilet, and finally; a bottle of wine to celebrate the union.
[It's obvious when she finishes reading it, because there's a sharp intake of breath as she crumples the card and looks straight at the camera.]
No.
[She goes to dump the dress back into the box and stops, finding the one last piece of the evening; she pulls out a bottle of acid green wine.]
This looks like coolant. [Intense frown,] are they trying to poison us?
Video
Well that's odd - I thought I got all of my own packages - I'll be down in a moment to get them. I hope they have as many nice toys as you have gotten ...
[He stops, because, she's going through the rest of the package and there's the odd perfume, the horrible jewelry and -- well. That dress is particularly nice.]
No, ah, what?
[Ooooo, wine. Maybe?]
If it is liquor, I want in.
Re: Video
You're free to it. If you don't die I might try some. See you when you get here.
[She's expecting Tyrion's got his own card in the mess that would offer explanation, so for the moment she's ignoring that question. When he gets there, she's seated on the crate with everything sort of spilling around her feet, idly looking over one of fuzzy little monsters.]
Re: Video
I'm willing to be poisoned for the both of us.
[Then he pulled the package over, opening up what looked like the same kind of bottle she had. He sniffed it, then also pushed it away, even though it smelled more 'masculine'.] Well, that's ruddy awful.
[He opened another box, both eyes widening at the ... large amount of condoms he had been given, then his gaze became more puzzled as he opens something that looks like a short, silk rope (it's a tie.). Even more puzzling is the suit of clothes he opens, last, then he finally gets to the card.]
To Tyrion, may you finally get off your ass and get to seducing that fine-as-Hell-Cap - oh.
[He looked up, at Furiosa, then back at the card, then back at her.]
-- well now I'm just insulted that you said no.
[He might be smirking, just a little.]
Aren't I charming enough?
Video
coolantwine and pours him a tin. It's extremely fragrant - something flowery that's thought to contain aphrodisiacs (If anyone decides to read the label. Of course, whether or not that's true is up to much debate).]No one ever said you were the problem. [A tiny upwards curl of her lip; she's not the easiest person to charm and she knows it.]
Re: Video
[He takes a sip of the green liquor, makes a face and then continues to go through his goodies. Her comment though, brings his mis-matched eyes up to hers once more.]
What precisely is the problem, dear Furiosa? By the by, if you want to try that? Sip it. It tastes like someone poured an entire pot of honey in it.
action
Don't you know by now, Tyrion; I'm uncharmable?
[It's a joke, really, but there is a truth to it. She doesn't let anyone in.]
Re: action
[Is Tyrion's frank response, as he takes out the suit and hums happily with it's fine workmanship. This entire affair is worth it for finely sewn clothes again.]
You are utterly charmable. You just fear being charmed, because that means you have to let someone past that rather impressive wall of yours.
action
[There's an edge to it, slightly, but Tyrion's wading into dangerous waters; because that wall has a moat, and it's probably filled with crocodiles.]
Re: action
I know there is. That's why I've never tried to scale it. You should never try to breech a wall that does not want to be won. A sword master once told me that.
Re: action
I'd say that sounds like a smart sword master. [Furiosa pauses, watching Tyrion, as she realizes he's not going to press on. She sighs and leans back against a crate.]
Kaidan suggested our crew might benefit if I'm more ... open.
[Of everyone in the fleet she's closest to Max and Tyrion, but she still kept a certain amount of distance. She was becoming more comfortable around people in general, but the instinct was still there to keep her past close to her chest. If that was going to change, on more than just an individual scale, it was going to have to be a conscious decision.] Do you think it'd help?
Re: action
[He took another sip of the green liquor, considering her question. Then he looked at her.]
The one thing I have always found about great leaders -- is that their people trust them. Now, that trust can be in many different things. My father's people trusted that my father would pay them - because he always did. Those who followed the Mad King trusted him to be erratic and dangerous to his perceived enemies. He was. Robb Stark's people trusted that he would always do the honorable thing - he did.
[He opens his hands wide.]
You need their trust - but it is up to you what you want them to trust you as. Being more open might help their trust in a positive way.
R action
I know how I don't want to end up leading.
Re: R action
[He smirked, as he pushed most of the products off to the side. The suit he'd keep, as well as the condoms. One never knew when one Might Meet Someone, after all, for a one night entanglement.]
Beyond that, do not be afraid to open up more. Our crew is a good one. I trust them -- and that is saying something.
no subject
[She gives Tyrion a look that indicates she does find it meaningful that he finds the crew trustful.]
Alright then, I'll. Give it a try.
no subject
[He gave her a lopsided smile.]
You can start with something easy. Like ... talking.