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driftfleet2014-10-14 12:57 am
heresyandlace) wrote in driftfleet2014-10-14 12:57 am
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a proposition
Who: Tekhetsio
Broadcast: Network video - sent to all ships
Action: SS Pathstone - he's hanging out in his 'office'
When: Oct 14, late morning
[as the broadcast begins, he knocks on the receiver with a knuckle, causing all speakers transmitting the message to give nice, sharp little pop noises. just to make sure everyone is listening. and then there is the image of a very pretty man with lavender eyes smirking into the camera.]
This meager allowance that they've started us off with really is a shame, isn't it? Only enough to make one significant purchase... and even then, we must choose between vitals such as palatable food, and those luxuries that keep us sane and happy.
It's almost cruel.
[and with that, he hoists up one of the bottles of alcohol that had been offered for sale on various way-stations, making sure that the camera gets a good view of it.]
...Being the generous creature that I am, I'm here to offer everyone listening the chance at a trade. I have alcohol. It is much more potent than anything that you will find on the stations, and I am looking to sell it.
And, since I know we are all still hurting for spending cash, I am taking payments of a few--very specific--different kinds.
Hail the SS Pathstone if you are interested, and we can discuss further arrangements.
[he tilts the bottle toward the camera, in salute]
Cheers.
Broadcast: Network video - sent to all ships
Action: SS Pathstone - he's hanging out in his 'office'
When: Oct 14, late morning
[as the broadcast begins, he knocks on the receiver with a knuckle, causing all speakers transmitting the message to give nice, sharp little pop noises. just to make sure everyone is listening. and then there is the image of a very pretty man with lavender eyes smirking into the camera.]
This meager allowance that they've started us off with really is a shame, isn't it? Only enough to make one significant purchase... and even then, we must choose between vitals such as palatable food, and those luxuries that keep us sane and happy.
It's almost cruel.
[and with that, he hoists up one of the bottles of alcohol that had been offered for sale on various way-stations, making sure that the camera gets a good view of it.]
...Being the generous creature that I am, I'm here to offer everyone listening the chance at a trade. I have alcohol. It is much more potent than anything that you will find on the stations, and I am looking to sell it.
And, since I know we are all still hurting for spending cash, I am taking payments of a few--very specific--different kinds.
Hail the SS Pathstone if you are interested, and we can discuss further arrangements.
[he tilts the bottle toward the camera, in salute]
Cheers.
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[ugh. how desperate is he, really?]
...What's it made out of?
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[he... sighs. like he's dealing with a child, now.]
What about mirrors?
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...How disappointing.
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I mean, I have a random [several hundred] bullet in my pocket. [Which is useless without his gun.] That's probably made out of iron. What about that?
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[it sounds like the thought of it might literally nauseate him]
Too much lead.
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[Vash sighs.]
Oh man, I was really hoping to get some booze without spending too much money. Sure there isn't anything else you'd like? What about a really nice foot massage? [Not that he's sure he could give an amazing one, but a nice one? Probably.]
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I don't mean to offend, but...
...I don't know if I trust you with my feet.
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