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driftfleet2018-05-26 05:21 pm
fightorflug) wrote in driftfleet2018-05-26 05:21 pm
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✈️ 1st Crash 💥 [Video and Action]
Who: You!... and Flug Slys who doesn't want to be included
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Aboard the Marsiva and Aboard SS Red Ship after shuffle
When: Before and After the Shuffle
[Video and Action [Aboard the Marsiva]
[Don’t you just hate it when the camera turns on by accident, only to catch some random object instead of a person? It appears that today the fleet cameras have decided to capture video of this random paper bag, talk about a waste of air-ti-- Oh, wait, no, it appears to be speaking. Evidently this is a person. Frankly, they look just about as flustered by the discovery.]
“OH— you have to be kidding me, THAT was the on button?! What kind of idiot wires a comm link l--”
[When it clips back on the man in the bag looks much more composed, he even organized the layout around him, attempting to make some form of a makeshift desk.]
“Greetings! I am Dr. Flug Slys, premiere Scientist and Evil Genius of Black Hat Organization!”
[Only to deflate immediately.]
“W-which you, uh, you no doubt know already i-if you bothered taking me in the first place, uh, erm…”
[He falters a moment, reaching off screen for something.] “I have to say, not many kidnappers are so forthcoming with information, so, thanks for that? Re-regarding what’s detailed here. I’m currently under contract to do another show at the moment —which I was in the middle of filming, actually— and am expressly forbidden to do business elsewhere. I’m afraid I can’t really offer my services.”
[So unfortunate for you, Atroma. It’s out of his hands, really!]
“There might also be some uh, l-liability issues employing a high caliber criminal like me? Eheh? So, I-if I could just be transferred to the nearest prison or security facility instead, I think that would be more beneficial.”
[What was a penitentiary compared to the anxiety-inducing torture of unwanted social interaction?]
“…Please??”
[Action] Aboard the SS Red Fish]
[Flug is no stranger to forced teleportation, whether it was due to conditions above the Marsiva or the simple reminder of why, the 'very scary, hardened' criminal arrives aboard the SS red Fish frozen mid-flinch, eyes dilated in abject terror.]
"Wh-- I was just--"
[And then the confetti bursts.]
"GAH!"
[As inevitably as all captives do, Flug eventually takes to wandering his new dwellings. The Engine Room and Lab area are given areas he might linger near but the decor, in particular, catches his interest; when he isn't working, you can find him examining those curious skull designs and what looks suspiciously like blood stains aboard the vessel.]
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Aboard the Marsiva and Aboard SS Red Ship after shuffle
When: Before and After the Shuffle
[Video and Action [Aboard the Marsiva]
[Don’t you just hate it when the camera turns on by accident, only to catch some random object instead of a person? It appears that today the fleet cameras have decided to capture video of this random paper bag, talk about a waste of air-ti-- Oh, wait, no, it appears to be speaking. Evidently this is a person. Frankly, they look just about as flustered by the discovery.]
“OH— you have to be kidding me, THAT was the on button?! What kind of idiot wires a comm link l--”
[When it clips back on the man in the bag looks much more composed, he even organized the layout around him, attempting to make some form of a makeshift desk.]
“Greetings! I am Dr. Flug Slys, premiere Scientist and Evil Genius of Black Hat Organization!”
[Only to deflate immediately.]
“W-which you, uh, you no doubt know already i-if you bothered taking me in the first place, uh, erm…”
[He falters a moment, reaching off screen for something.] “I have to say, not many kidnappers are so forthcoming with information, so, thanks for that? Re-regarding what’s detailed here. I’m currently under contract to do another show at the moment —which I was in the middle of filming, actually— and am expressly forbidden to do business elsewhere. I’m afraid I can’t really offer my services.”
[So unfortunate for you, Atroma. It’s out of his hands, really!]
“There might also be some uh, l-liability issues employing a high caliber criminal like me? Eheh? So, I-if I could just be transferred to the nearest prison or security facility instead, I think that would be more beneficial.”
[What was a penitentiary compared to the anxiety-inducing torture of unwanted social interaction?]
“…Please??”
[Action] Aboard the SS Red Fish]
[Flug is no stranger to forced teleportation, whether it was due to conditions above the Marsiva or the simple reminder of why, the 'very scary, hardened' criminal arrives aboard the SS red Fish frozen mid-flinch, eyes dilated in abject terror.]
"Wh-- I was just--"
[And then the confetti bursts.]
"GAH!"
[As inevitably as all captives do, Flug eventually takes to wandering his new dwellings. The Engine Room and Lab area are given areas he might linger near but the decor, in particular, catches his interest; when he isn't working, you can find him examining those curious skull designs and what looks suspiciously like blood stains aboard the vessel.]
no subject
[Flug waves him off, the answer made enough sense without explanation. He blinks at how mercifully short the stranger's answer was. It's not often that someone held back from going on and on about themselves after given the necessary prompting. Huh. That's... actually a little refreshing. When was the last time he met someone who wasn't an overbearing braggart? It cools Flug's temper just a fraction.]
"Well, if its all the same to you, I'd just as soon not see any of them. I really can't stay here."
[And even if they were to brag, Flug knows one group who caught this person, in a way.]
"How long has this experiment been going, anyway? There can't possibly still be the same number of people that you started out with?"
no subject
It's unfortunate that you can't stay here, because you don't have a choice! There have been instances of people who have left from this place, only to find themselves back here! Who knows what happened to them during the time they were missing? Perhaps they were sent back home, or perhaps they were out there, floating out in space.
[He put a hand to his chin, his other hand with his hat suddenly hovering over it.]
Just like that! And no, the number of people here changes frequently. I don't keep track of that, however, since my main concern is my own ship.
no subject
[Somehow that's even more mortifying! What did they kidnappers even do with people they plucked away, only to return later, for unmentioned reasons? Flug shakes his head. He's getting information but none of it's the information he needs. He can't keep wasting time like this.]
"You're not-- Listen. I have to get back. The longer I take, the less reason there is to retrieve me a-and if I'm not worth retrieving, I am a loose end. Do you understand?!"