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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
[The rest of that did not fly over his head (DEATH, really?!) but he'll start with the more believable part of that sentence. Flug stares the person on the other end of the video up and down as if seeing him truly for the first time. Oddly enough, the news seems to have calmed the Scientist marginally.]
"I'm familiar with demons."
[While it might not be what one would consider demonic in a traditional sense, the influence of something otherworldly definitely marred Flug's soul, should one know where to look.]
"It's really just about ratings? But I'm so much more useful for other tasks!"
[Wouldn't they they want him to make a doomsday device? An impenetrable shield?! The perfect genetic creation to film to bring in better ratings!?!]
"It's a waste of my potential."
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[He doesn't sound impressed- largely because he doesn't like other demons. ]
They'll probably use that potential for ratings, honestly. And it could be we're going to be used for something else. I've been here since this Cycle started three and a half years ago and we still have pretty much fuck-all when it comes to answers.
apologies; the week got away from me a bit there
[Flug parrots back. Hey, if nothing else, claiming your allegiance to one demon might discourage others from constantly trying to sucker you into more deals; bluff or not. The doctor goes silent a moment, mulling it over. What else could Atroma use them for? As an evil genius who also worked for a company that incorporated filming into its schemes, he should be able to figure this out. It's troubling for a myriad of reasons but...]
"Right. Well. T-thank you for the information, uh--"
[If it's that hard to break out of here, maybe he can't be blamed too much for getting captured too.]
"Who did you say you were, exactly?"
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I didn't. The name's Crowley.
no subject
[Flug cautiously prompts, unsure if that's what the demon is waiting for. Listen, when you work for villains, no one ever just gives a simple name.]
"Not 'Crowley, 'Lord of the 'something'-- or Crowley, master of the 'such and such' realm? Purveyor of 'insert grand claim, here?' "
no subject
[It's funny he thinks Crowley has a title. It's super funny. He laughs, awkwardly. ]
Um. No. Not Lord or Master of anything.
I'm the Serpent of Eden?
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[At first, all Crowley receives is the softest of uttered responses.]
"A-As in, like, the biblic— well, no, of course, you mean the biblical, why even ask— R-right.”
[Flug clears his throat, correcting his stutter.]
“Crowley it is. Uh, nice to, uh, nice to meet you.”
no subject
[He arches an eyebrow, a touch incredulous. ]
Is it really? I don't get that often.
no subject
[Really, apart from 5.0.5. It's expected banter with anyone at this point. A light shrug.]
"So, yes, I'd count this conversation as one of the better ones."
no subject
[Oh, Paper Bag Man, what live have you led? ]
Well, you'll probably get more of that here. Most of the people in the Fleet aren't completely awful. Prone to friendships, and suchlike.
no subject
[Flug muses vaguely. He doesn't know why he's really taking any of this to heart; it's not like any of this matters. Black Hat will be here to fetch him in no time! All he has to do is wait this out.]
"Well you've given me plenty of work with, I suppose it's only fair I answer something in return-- only NOT about the BAG."
[Before he gets any ideas.[
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But I really want to know about the bag.
But fine, whatever. How are your survival skills? For no...real reason.
no subject
Flug all but blurts out his answer.]
"Good!"
[Yeah. That didn't sound forced at all.]
"I-I mean y-you have to be, in my line of work! I-- i'm very adaptable. I make the most of my resources. I don't um, don't really cave under pressure?"
[He begins counting off his fingers, feeling like he's reciting some of his resume.]
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Then you have a small chance of surviving the weird shite Atroma's going to throw at you. Congrats.
no subject
[He is going to DIE.]