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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
"In regards to dealing with this situation."
[Flug grinds out, losing steam. It isn't very manly to ask for help, luckily, it's part of a villain's job to use anything they can to their advantage.]
"Since you don't approve of my methods... What is the one piece of advice you would give anyone, regardless of who they are, about being here?"
no subject
Learn how to make friends with the people around you.
no subject
"I can be plenty cooperative under the right circumstances."
[This is hardly his first time dealing with average society of circumstances akin to captivity. He supposes there is some merit to the advice, though hardly anything substantial.]
"Well, if that's all you'll be needing from me, I'll thank you for your time."
no subject
[Alucard gives him a faint, polite smile - not looking at all amused, of course not - and nods.]
Good luck with your plans.
[They'll never work.]