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driftfleet2017-04-11 01:41 am
tough_love) wrote in driftfleet2017-04-11 01:41 am
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(Video) Looma's mad about something, news at eleven
Who: Looma Red Wind and you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Bishop crew
When: Around space noon-ish on the 11th
[It's an otherwise slow day on the Bishop, and because the universe does love to keep up certain constants, Looma's in the cargo hold looking angry at something. Also sounding angry at something.]
I do not know who is responsible for this baseless speculation, but it has long passed simply being tiresome.
Someone has felt bold enough to take this mockery beyond these obnoxious little messages!
[The princess holds a small note up to read off, just to illustrate her point.]
"Princess Looma never takes off her helmet because her hair is such a mess. Three birds once flew in her hair and were never seen again."
[And that note's getting crumpled into as tiny a ball as she can manage, because really. After a brief moment spent glowering at the now spitball-sized wad of paper- and the camera- she tosses it aside. And reaches up with one of her off hands to lift her helm off to reveal... nothing.
Evidently, whoever was behind that particular speculation did not bother to consider she might not have any hair. In fact, without the helmet there, it's even more obvious she doesn't even have eyebrows. Or much in the way of any readily identifiable nose or ears really, but that wasn't something her "fans" had chosen to speculate on. Demonstration over, she puts the helmet back on her head and gets back to the point of the broadcast.]
In the interest of putting an end to any further ridiculous assumptions, I have not simply cut it off. I do not, and have never, had any hair to hide.
[The camera's jostled a bit as she sets her communicator down on something, and stomps her way over to pick up a positively massive metal crate that had been left in the cargo hold for her by persons unknown. And she's not nearly as bothered by who might have left it for her as she is how they even got it in there in the first place, what with it being the size of a large refrigerator and all.]
So, as you can imagine, I have little use for any of this!
[Aaaand that refrigerator-sized crate has been promptly hoisted above her head and thrown back down to the floor, spilling out a small mountain of hair care product. Gel, hair spray, mousse, several cheap brushes and combs, even a few hair accessories- they're all there. Also, the large dent she's managed to put in the floor has suddenly fixed itself, popping back into place abruptly enough that it only scatters the items even more.]
So I will be most grateful if someone were to remove these items from my ship! I would also appreciate discovering how they came to be here in the first place!
[Because that crate can't fit through the airlock, at least not with someone else in there. She tried. She was told to stop trying to tear the bulkheads out to make it fit, and also that jettisoning a large metal object in the direction of the rest of the fleet was a bad idea.
So she was nice enough to not ignore that input. Just like she's nice enough to not continue hurling that crate around the cargo hold and make the rest of the crew worry that the ship was falling apart. Instead, she'll just stomp back over to growl at her communicator.]
I do not care who wants it, I do not care what you want it for. I just want it off this ship.
[Everyone will be treated to one more angry scowl before the camera's shut off. Probably so she could go break stuff in private, because that's kind of her natural response to mockery.]
Broadcast: Video
Action: Bishop crew
When: Around space noon-ish on the 11th
[It's an otherwise slow day on the Bishop, and because the universe does love to keep up certain constants, Looma's in the cargo hold looking angry at something. Also sounding angry at something.]
I do not know who is responsible for this baseless speculation, but it has long passed simply being tiresome.
Someone has felt bold enough to take this mockery beyond these obnoxious little messages!
[The princess holds a small note up to read off, just to illustrate her point.]
"Princess Looma never takes off her helmet because her hair is such a mess. Three birds once flew in her hair and were never seen again."
[And that note's getting crumpled into as tiny a ball as she can manage, because really. After a brief moment spent glowering at the now spitball-sized wad of paper- and the camera- she tosses it aside. And reaches up with one of her off hands to lift her helm off to reveal... nothing.
Evidently, whoever was behind that particular speculation did not bother to consider she might not have any hair. In fact, without the helmet there, it's even more obvious she doesn't even have eyebrows. Or much in the way of any readily identifiable nose or ears really, but that wasn't something her "fans" had chosen to speculate on. Demonstration over, she puts the helmet back on her head and gets back to the point of the broadcast.]
In the interest of putting an end to any further ridiculous assumptions, I have not simply cut it off. I do not, and have never, had any hair to hide.
[The camera's jostled a bit as she sets her communicator down on something, and stomps her way over to pick up a positively massive metal crate that had been left in the cargo hold for her by persons unknown. And she's not nearly as bothered by who might have left it for her as she is how they even got it in there in the first place, what with it being the size of a large refrigerator and all.]
So, as you can imagine, I have little use for any of this!
[Aaaand that refrigerator-sized crate has been promptly hoisted above her head and thrown back down to the floor, spilling out a small mountain of hair care product. Gel, hair spray, mousse, several cheap brushes and combs, even a few hair accessories- they're all there. Also, the large dent she's managed to put in the floor has suddenly fixed itself, popping back into place abruptly enough that it only scatters the items even more.]
So I will be most grateful if someone were to remove these items from my ship! I would also appreciate discovering how they came to be here in the first place!
[Because that crate can't fit through the airlock, at least not with someone else in there. She tried. She was told to stop trying to tear the bulkheads out to make it fit, and also that jettisoning a large metal object in the direction of the rest of the fleet was a bad idea.
So she was nice enough to not ignore that input. Just like she's nice enough to not continue hurling that crate around the cargo hold and make the rest of the crew worry that the ship was falling apart. Instead, she'll just stomp back over to growl at her communicator.]
I do not care who wants it, I do not care what you want it for. I just want it off this ship.
[Everyone will be treated to one more angry scowl before the camera's shut off. Probably so she could go break stuff in private, because that's kind of her natural response to mockery.]
SOKAY
[He toes off the lid of the crate. Inside are an abundance of hair care products. Jack has oodles of hair.]
Erm.......how do you use it, exactly?
no subject
Then by all means- take as much as you may carry. Consider any profit as payment
no subject
[Yes Looma he wants you to do his hair.]