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driftfleet2017-10-05 02:19 pm
tough_love) wrote in driftfleet2017-10-05 02:19 pm
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Action / Video | October 6
Who: Looma Red Wind all of you
Broadcast: Video
Action: Aboard the Bishop
When: Early, early morning hours of the 6th and all throughout the next few days
[ACTION]
[In the event anyone aboard the Bishop had mistakenly started to believe things would have been a little quieter with so many absences, well, the Atroma had other plans. So in the early morning hours, when any good and sensible person would be comfortably asleep, there is a very loud disruption to that calm as Looma is unceremoniously beamed back onto the bridge.
And, given that she's more than a little fatigued and currently plagued by a ridiculously high fever, she has to catch herself after immediately collapsing- which doesn't work out so well for the nearby communications station, as she promptly crashes into the thing with a series of angry grunts and muttered curses. If it hurt at all, putting two hands through the outer shell and into all that wiring, metal, she doesn't seem to show it- though there is a much louder bit of snarling to follow as tinny fanfare plays over the speakers overhead, and the princess tears half the console free just to hurl it at the source. It's as ineffective as it is impulsive, and with her poor aim at the moment all she has to show for it is several large pieces of tech and metal loudly clanging and bouncing around the bridge.
All of which is immediately sliding across the floor and reassembling itself by the time she staggers over to the nearest vacant seat and promptly drops herself into it. She'll deal with the many questions of why this is what follows being completely incinerated later- right now she's got to stop her head from spinning and think of some way to cool off.]
[VIDEO]
[Not surprisingly, what with Looma being remarkably stubborn by nature and all, she's not taken to the idea of bed rest well- that's no doubt going to be Laurens' problem to deal with at some point- and is trying to multitask. Namely, using her own personal comm to try and get any information on what in Tetra's name is going on, but also wandering through the ship to get an idea of what's changed.
It's going as well as you'd expect, as the giant armored princess promptly misjudges her footing and staggers her way into the side of the hall. The impact and the sound of buckling metal fills the ship and makes her initial attempt at communication a bit worthless, but she's not easily discouraged. Although she grimaces from the unexpected collision, she takes a moment to collect herself and tries again.]
Someone- explain.
[Evidently, dying hasn't done much for her conversational skills. Still, she should be dead, she's not, and that raises all sorts of questions she's not really capable of dealing with on her own right now.]
Broadcast: Video
Action: Aboard the Bishop
When: Early, early morning hours of the 6th and all throughout the next few days
[ACTION]
[In the event anyone aboard the Bishop had mistakenly started to believe things would have been a little quieter with so many absences, well, the Atroma had other plans. So in the early morning hours, when any good and sensible person would be comfortably asleep, there is a very loud disruption to that calm as Looma is unceremoniously beamed back onto the bridge.
And, given that she's more than a little fatigued and currently plagued by a ridiculously high fever, she has to catch herself after immediately collapsing- which doesn't work out so well for the nearby communications station, as she promptly crashes into the thing with a series of angry grunts and muttered curses. If it hurt at all, putting two hands through the outer shell and into all that wiring, metal, she doesn't seem to show it- though there is a much louder bit of snarling to follow as tinny fanfare plays over the speakers overhead, and the princess tears half the console free just to hurl it at the source. It's as ineffective as it is impulsive, and with her poor aim at the moment all she has to show for it is several large pieces of tech and metal loudly clanging and bouncing around the bridge.
All of which is immediately sliding across the floor and reassembling itself by the time she staggers over to the nearest vacant seat and promptly drops herself into it. She'll deal with the many questions of why this is what follows being completely incinerated later- right now she's got to stop her head from spinning and think of some way to cool off.]
[VIDEO]
[Not surprisingly, what with Looma being remarkably stubborn by nature and all, she's not taken to the idea of bed rest well- that's no doubt going to be Laurens' problem to deal with at some point- and is trying to multitask. Namely, using her own personal comm to try and get any information on what in Tetra's name is going on, but also wandering through the ship to get an idea of what's changed.
It's going as well as you'd expect, as the giant armored princess promptly misjudges her footing and staggers her way into the side of the hall. The impact and the sound of buckling metal fills the ship and makes her initial attempt at communication a bit worthless, but she's not easily discouraged. Although she grimaces from the unexpected collision, she takes a moment to collect herself and tries again.]
Someone- explain.
[Evidently, dying hasn't done much for her conversational skills. Still, she should be dead, she's not, and that raises all sorts of questions she's not really capable of dealing with on her own right now.]
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A straight-talking, straight-shooting gal then. Nothing better. [ he winks!!! no species-prejudice to howard's ability to flirt inappropriately alright. ]
If we're going to be honest with each other, Looma. Can I call you Looma? It's just that I already have another 'Captain' in my life, and the distinction would really help me out. [ oh but that's not even what he was going to say-- ] I'm not actually new here. To the Fleet, I mean. You don't have to give me the whole rundown. And besides, I'm sure you want to get back to... settling in. [ by destroying many things. which is more than cool with him now that he knows the deal. ]
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Perhaps "your highness" would make the distinction an easier one.
I am Princess Looma of House Red Wind, daughter of Warlord Gar and ascended heir to the Red Wind Kingdom. I had assumed Captain Looma would be a more familiar formality.
[Although, really, she'd probably let it slide eventually- once he wasn't an unfamiliar presence aboard her ship, and she could read him a little better. Which probably wouldn't take much more than just a few weeks of not getting sent home and a few chances to see him working. Whatever universe this was, plus the last one she'd been unceremoniously dragged into, she'd been stranded long enough to relax the protocol she expected everyone else to adhere to.
Still, she was grateful she could skip giving him a full rundown and a thorough tour of the ship. She doubted she had the energy or patience for it right now.]
But you said you have been in the Fleet before- I hope you did not return willingly.
[She doubted anyone would, but she needed to know for certain. It'd be bad news if their new pilot proved to have that level of terrible judgment, after all.]
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[ see what he did there? no really, he seems a lot less concerned than he ought to be. but then she goes and asks him that... would he return, if he had a choice? it's honestly unknown, but he didn't choose it. no one does. ]
I wasn't aware it was an option.
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I don't believe it is- but had you said yes, I would be reluctant to let you anywhere near the bridge.
[For reasons she probably didn't have to specify. Probably unwise to put anyone with judgment that bad at the helm of something that could crash and kill everyone aboard, and anyone in the neighborhood to boot.]
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