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driftfleet2015-03-20 09:51 pm
justamobster) wrote in driftfleet2015-03-20 09:51 pm
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Who: Ladon Ceto and you~
Broadcast: Fleet-wide audio
Action: Marsiva
When: 3/20
[ There's a long suffering sigh. After a moment, a few clicks of a lighter and what sounds like an inhale. Ladon's just woken up in a strange place and while that's certainly not the oddest thing that has happened to him, it's still a bit on the unsettling side. And that sure as hell calls for a smoke. ]
S'better than fallin' outta the fuckin' rift again, I guess.
[ His head's fuzzy. How long ago had that been? Years, it seems. But at the same time, he can't remember much in between. There was Sacrosanct and now there's... this. But he's older, he can feel it deep down. ]
Gonna guess this ain't connected to the station's network, seein' as my wearable don't work. No crazy blue dames runnin' this joint, I'm hopin'?
Action:
[ For anyone wandering about the Hospitality Deck, Ladon can be found in the viewing bay, staring out into the void of space and smoking what isn't his first and likely not his last cigarette. He's bundled up in his long, wool coat and is wearing his signature hat regardless of the temperature inside the Deck. The look on his face is something akin to resignation. Gone is the alarm he once felt for waking up in a strange place and being surrounded by blinking lights and smooth metal surfaces. Not that he doesn't hate it any more than he did before, but at least he'd gotten comfortable on Sacrosanct... Or as comfortable as one could get there.
Now he had to start all over, and that was just about as ridiculous as being stuck in space yet again. ]
Broadcast: Fleet-wide audio
Action: Marsiva
When: 3/20
[ There's a long suffering sigh. After a moment, a few clicks of a lighter and what sounds like an inhale. Ladon's just woken up in a strange place and while that's certainly not the oddest thing that has happened to him, it's still a bit on the unsettling side. And that sure as hell calls for a smoke. ]
S'better than fallin' outta the fuckin' rift again, I guess.
[ His head's fuzzy. How long ago had that been? Years, it seems. But at the same time, he can't remember much in between. There was Sacrosanct and now there's... this. But he's older, he can feel it deep down. ]
Gonna guess this ain't connected to the station's network, seein' as my wearable don't work. No crazy blue dames runnin' this joint, I'm hopin'?
Action:
[ For anyone wandering about the Hospitality Deck, Ladon can be found in the viewing bay, staring out into the void of space and smoking what isn't his first and likely not his last cigarette. He's bundled up in his long, wool coat and is wearing his signature hat regardless of the temperature inside the Deck. The look on his face is something akin to resignation. Gone is the alarm he once felt for waking up in a strange place and being surrounded by blinking lights and smooth metal surfaces. Not that he doesn't hate it any more than he did before, but at least he'd gotten comfortable on Sacrosanct... Or as comfortable as one could get there.
Now he had to start all over, and that was just about as ridiculous as being stuck in space yet again. ]
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[Almost had it until the end there.]
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Why do they have to also be so pretty?
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