♦ from the start

[deathcouture]

Who: Kravitz and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the SS Bloodsport!
When: After the last shuffle!

1) [ action -- SS Bloodsport ]
[ Hello, Bloodsport, you have a new crew member! He's... very confused, wondering why he keeps getting yanked around -- honestly, it's kind of rude. And definitely not the kind of rude that can be made up for with pudding and confetti. Oh well.

He brushes the colorful bits of paper off of the sleeves of his suit coat, straightens his tie, and... starts walking. There's got to be a reason he's just suddenly appeared in this place, right? ]

Hello? ... Is there anyone actually here?

[ Because geez, it's quiet - and not the kind of quiet he likes. ]



2) [ video ]
[ So far, Kravitz's entire experience here has been 1) wake up in a giant spaceship. 2) attempt to regain bearings. 3) almost immediately end up whisked away onto some other ship with a *Pop!* and some confetti. 4) try the pudding. ... It's mediocre at best.

So when he finds this... very complicated Stone of Farspeech... and sees others using it to talk, of course he's going to give it a try. He turns it on, angles the camera well enough to get himself in-frame, and clears his throat. ]

-- Right. Well. I've pretty much gathered the short of what this all is, so beyond that, I have to ask: how cut-off are we? Because there are several people that I really should call right now, and I have a feeling the answer is going to be, "That's impossible". So... how impossible?

[ He's been stuck alone and cut-off from everyone and everything before. This situation is, arguably, better than that... but that doesn't mean he has to like it. ]

Comments

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[straightouttacarbonite]

I mean, if you think about it, calling isn't the problem.

[deathcouture]

Sure, sure. Fair.

Honestly, there isn't much about this situation that isn't a problem so far.

[straightouttacarbonite]

I dunno, the food's not too bad, at least.

[deathcouture]

Oh? All I've had so far is the pudding. Which didn't kill me. So that's a plus.

[straightouttacarbonite]

Well there's plenty of it, and it's not much work to get at it.

[ that's basically everything he requires. Han Solo: gourmet sensibilities. ]

[deathcouture]

[ Too bad fancy man here is a little more picky jfkdsl ]

At least no one will starve to death around here then. Leaves plenty of worry for everything else wrong with this picture, I guess.

[straightouttacarbonite]

What's so wrong? Aside from the fact that we've been kidnapped to another galaxy by strangers who stuck things in our head and are supposedly watching our every move on rustbuckets travelling at sublight speeds that can't travel too far from that sorry excuse for a space station leading us?

[deathcouture]

... Yeah, um, that pretty much sums it up nicely. All of that.

[straightouttacarbonite]

Right.

On the bright side, the rest isn't so bad.

Usually. Some planets are kind of awful. Others are great. Like any galaxy, I guess.

[deathcouture]

That's something, at least.

Can't say I've ever been travelling in space before, so I'll take your word for it. Makes perfect sense, at any rate.

I'm Kravitz, by the way.

[straightouttacarbonite]

Well, plenty of people here come from landlocked planets, you'll have lots of company.

Han Solo. Pilot of the Caprine.