Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2017-08-11 11:36 pm
holygunslinger) wrote in driftfleet2017-08-11 11:36 pm
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Who: Wolfwood and you!
Broadcast: none
Action: Getting used to space, still on the Marsiva, and later on the Huntress.
When: 8/11 and until the shuffle, and then on the Huntress 8/12
[Wolfwood's decided to poke around the new technology, and find out how more than the showers and food processors work. He's really been taking it all in, and trying to absorb all of it, all the novelty and newness of his surroundings. Listen, the guy's been living in Steampunk Tatooine his whole life. He needs to get adjusted to the things he suddenly just knows. He's noticed the implant, the weird little nub behind his ear, and figures, hey. A life for a nub, he's not going to argue.
So far, he's poked around the medical equipment, the food processors, the communications equipment, he's seen if he can make the lights shut off or dim, and has really just been obnoxiously soaking in the sheer amazement he has over what he considers Lost Technology. Come tell him to stop messing with the gadgets, before he does something stupid.]
[... Later, though, he's over it. He lights up one of his last ten cigarettes in the pack and looks out the observation window from a sofa, gathering his thoughts. He has a sinking feeling about all of this, but really can't put his finger on just why he feels this way. It all smacks of semi-malevolence. Nothing as severe as he's dealt with in the past, but he's got a hairy suspicion that as great as it is that he's alive, he's not going to be let to retire so easily. So here's a scowling ex-dead-guy just glaring at the huge window looking out into space. Pensive, and probably looking fairly owly, but still approachable.]
[He's still pretty impressed by the whole I'm in SPACE thing, but it's died down a little, and he's starting to look around the quarters he's been assigned. He rubs his face and then shrugs. It's pretty all right, but something big, weighty, and full of weapons was missing. It just didn't feel like home. Oh well, he figures. He'll just have to make do. He notices that he's not the only one with the security augment on this ship, and he decides, well heck, time to meet the other crew.]
Broadcast: none
Action: Getting used to space, still on the Marsiva, and later on the Huntress.
When: 8/11 and until the shuffle, and then on the Huntress 8/12
[Wolfwood's decided to poke around the new technology, and find out how more than the showers and food processors work. He's really been taking it all in, and trying to absorb all of it, all the novelty and newness of his surroundings. Listen, the guy's been living in Steampunk Tatooine his whole life. He needs to get adjusted to the things he suddenly just knows. He's noticed the implant, the weird little nub behind his ear, and figures, hey. A life for a nub, he's not going to argue.
So far, he's poked around the medical equipment, the food processors, the communications equipment, he's seen if he can make the lights shut off or dim, and has really just been obnoxiously soaking in the sheer amazement he has over what he considers Lost Technology. Come tell him to stop messing with the gadgets, before he does something stupid.]
[... Later, though, he's over it. He lights up one of his last ten cigarettes in the pack and looks out the observation window from a sofa, gathering his thoughts. He has a sinking feeling about all of this, but really can't put his finger on just why he feels this way. It all smacks of semi-malevolence. Nothing as severe as he's dealt with in the past, but he's got a hairy suspicion that as great as it is that he's alive, he's not going to be let to retire so easily. So here's a scowling ex-dead-guy just glaring at the huge window looking out into space. Pensive, and probably looking fairly owly, but still approachable.]
[He's still pretty impressed by the whole I'm in SPACE thing, but it's died down a little, and he's starting to look around the quarters he's been assigned. He rubs his face and then shrugs. It's pretty all right, but something big, weighty, and full of weapons was missing. It just didn't feel like home. Oh well, he figures. He'll just have to make do. He notices that he's not the only one with the security augment on this ship, and he decides, well heck, time to meet the other crew.]
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[It gives him a chance to collect his thoughts.]
So do you have any idea how any of this works, or is it all just kind of guess play and augmentation?
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[And how much of this is decorative or extremely vital. He did hear that this was all for entertainment, so he wonders how much of this is prop and how much is actually able to do stuff.]
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