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[privateeyed]

Who: Ben and you folks
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Huntress
When: now

action; SS Huntress

[Ben doesn't take teleportation well. In fact, if the confetti and the music didn't tip the ship off, the loud cursing probably does - there you go, Huntress, your security officer is here]

What the fuck—give a guy some fuckin' warning next time, geez! God damn teleporting bullshit.

[once he's calmed down, though - and picked up some of the pudding because far be it from him to turn down free food - he's wandering the ship, peeking his head into rooms to see what's what]


broadcast;

[once he's somewhat settled in and found a place to sit and digest everything going on, Ben decides to set up a broadcast to get some Shit Done]

Anyone here good with cybernetics? Or - I don't know, computers? Advanced stuff, can give you the specfics if you're interested. Don't need you right now, I'm just covering my ass just in case.

[he pauses, and maybe realizes he should . . . introduce himself. Like a normal person would. You know, instead of just getting down to business]

Uh - anyway, name's Ben; if you don't know shit about cybernetics . . . I don't know, come tell me about the weird crap going on here. Or stuff I should know. I like being informed.

Comments

voice

[interstices]

Weird crap doesn't even begin to describe it.

voice

[privateeyed]

Yeah? Care to elaborate a little?

voice

[interstices]

When the ratings get too low, they throw in aliens to attack us. Or a ship collision. Whatever brings the drama back in.

voice

[privateeyed]

They're throwing a bunch of people from all over the damn place together in small spaces. Isn't that enough drama?

voice

[interstices]

Just wait until your augment malfunctions.

voice

[privateeyed]

I'm sure it'll happen, my other shit malfunctions all the time.

voice

[interstices]

[Asuka lets out a sort of gruff sound that might be the wryest of agreement.]

What kind of shit do you have?

voice

[privateeyed]

[he reaches up to tap the right side of his face]

This eye and arm are both cybernetic. I've had them for a while so they're older models, and so they malfunction if you fuck around with 'em too much.

voice

[interstices]

They don't have anything that good where I'm from.

[Not much time to put towards prosthetics when there wasn't much of a world left. Not that it would have mattered in her case. Asuka touches her patch almost on automatic, unseen.]

Shinji Ikari might be able to help you if you ever need it.

voice

[privateeyed]

I'm hearing that from a few people. I'd rather rock the eyepatch like you.

[he is absolutely serious, his thoughts on cybernetics differ as much as his moods]

Yeah? Friend of yours?

voice

[interstices]

You're kidding, aren't you?

[She hesitates slightly, irritated at herself.]

Yeah. It's complicated.

voice

[privateeyed]

Nope, I'm serious. Eye goes out enough that I'd be better off.

[both eyebrows go up]

Oh, one of those. Should I mention you sent me or pretend I just figured it out on my own? If I need the assistance.

voice

[interstices]

[That's far from her problem. Her eye is always on.]

Why does it malfunction so much, is it experimental?

It's not-- whatever. If you pretend, he'll be freaked out. Just tell him.

voice

[privateeyed]

'Cuz it's ten years old and I get hit in the head a lot.

[at least he's honest about it]

If I'm myself there's a high chance he'll freak out too. What's your name?

voice

[interstices]

What do you do?

[Oh, right.] I'm Asuka Shikinami Langley. But Asuka's fine.

voice

[privateeyed]

I'm a private investigator, where I'm from it's more like a freelancing cop. Lot of perps think hitting me in the head is the key to getting free; joke's on them, half my head is metal. Idiots.

[he nods] I'm Ben, if you missed that part. Nice to meet you.