driftfleet | Suddenly Seymour (001)

Who: Seymour Krelborn and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Marsiva
When: Right now

[Seymour wakes up slowly, and at first he doesn't even realize anything is wrong until he suddenly realizes that he had no memory of even trying to go to bed last night with... everything that happened.]

I don't remember...

[His vague confusion quickly grows to near-panic as he realizes he's in a completely unfamiliar area. He almost jumps out of his cot and tries in vain to find some sort of exit to this place.

Of course that stops as soon as he looks out of the window and notices that he is in space. He barely keeps himself from screaming as he tries desperately to now look for anyone else on the ship.]

Hello? Am I dreaming? Or dead?

... Twoey, did you do this?

[He didn't know why Twoey would want to trap him in space, but why couldn't they? They could apparently grant wishes and can talk, and Seymour really had no idea what the extent of their powers were.

... Dear god did he just fall into a trap?]

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[He's already rethinking every life choice he's ever made.

He seems a little wary of the other man, partly because he's keeping his distance.]

I don't know if they can, if that helps any. I really don't know a whole lot about them...

[Try to make your relationship with your murder plant sound more weird there, Seymour.]

Did you climb into the back of a stranger's van for candy?

[ with a quirked brow, because he's starting to seem to be the type to do that, by that helpful little description. ]

[He seems genuinely surprised by that accusation. He may have heard a lot of things about himself, but that's a first.]

N-no I didn't! I don't look that naive, do I?

[ the look on lance's face answers it for him - right now, he looks worse than that naive. he understands being nervous with the situation, but this guy seems anxious about everything. he knows it well - that's the kind of anxiety that comes from a bad liar having to keep a secret. ]

If I say you do, would you literally sweat bullets? That would come in handy if we find a gun. [ he'd certainly feel better being armed, but he's mostly continuing to poke at the guy. he'd very much enjoy cracking someone right now. ]

[At least he doesn't seem to be catching on to any cracking.]

That's not funny...

[He's about to mention that he doubts space even has regular guns, but he's pretty sure this guy isn't actually looking for a gun.]

[ he couldn't be more wrong on that front, hunter is absolutely looking for a gun. or anything that can be used as a weapon. ]

No, you do seem to be doing everything in your ability to make it a reality. What can Twoey [ what an absurd name, honestly. ] do, that makes you suspect such a far reaching power?

It's really a long story. I gotta admit, now that I've thought about it, I really have no proof that they weren't lying to me this whole time.

[He quietly kicks himself with that possibility. Dang it if he killed a man last night for no reason...

... Although at least Audrey is out of that horrible relationship now, worst case scenario. That is a small relief there.]

You do realize we're not being sucked into a communal flashback here, right?

[ he's not seeing what you're seeing, and these snippets of information are not only getting on his nerves - but they make him doubt this stranger's sanity all the more. although, acting crazy may be the sanest reaction there is to ending up in space, so who knows. he could be the mad one. ]

Sorry, I didn't mean to space out.

[He seems really guilty about the idea of spacing out a little.]

But everything else was intentional?

[ bro, you're dripping with tells. never turn to spywork. ]

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