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driftfleet2014-10-22 10:58 pm
onlyanapple) wrote in driftfleet2014-10-22 10:58 pm
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Who: Crowley and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleet-wide; video
Action: Planet and Pathstone
When: 22nd
ACTION;
[Those visiting the planet today might notice Crowley happily helping himself to the free alcohol on offer. He doesn't get involved in the festivities1 instead just grabbing crates upon crates of booze, happily taking them towards the waiting Pathstone. Occasionally, he will stop to get himself some terrible food, or watch people wandering by.
Those aboard the Pathstone will have the delights of Crowley trying to get his crates into various nooks and crannies of his communications station. He still avoids the cargo hold, just in case Tek has stored more dead bodies down there.
Eventually, he notices his captain's bunk is missing, which he cannot allow. The nice bed is the one and only decent thing about the crappy job that has been thrust upon him.]
Who the sodding hell has nicked my bed?!!
NETWORK;
[Crowley finally deigns to post to the network himself from his comms station, occasionaly flicking switches to listen to random BEE-BOP noises. Why? He has his reasons. Reasons that may or may not involve an attempt to put annoying flash games on the system at some point in the future.]
'Lo people, Crowley here, unfortunate Captain of the SS Dysfunction. Sorry, Pathstone. Wondering if anyone else got one of these.
[He holds the weird red stone one of the happy inhabitants had given him.]
Because I don't know about you, but I've gained a healthy distrust of possibly magical objects, and I'd like to know if one of these had blown up on anyone, or turned someone into a slug or something. [A considerate pause.] No one's started worshipping them, have they? Because that doesn't end well.
1.- Even in space, he could only dance like all demons from his world could dance. Which is to say the sort of dancing he wasn't evil enough to inflict on other people's retinas.
Broadcast: Fleet-wide; video
Action: Planet and Pathstone
When: 22nd
ACTION;
[Those visiting the planet today might notice Crowley happily helping himself to the free alcohol on offer. He doesn't get involved in the festivities1 instead just grabbing crates upon crates of booze, happily taking them towards the waiting Pathstone. Occasionally, he will stop to get himself some terrible food, or watch people wandering by.
Those aboard the Pathstone will have the delights of Crowley trying to get his crates into various nooks and crannies of his communications station. He still avoids the cargo hold, just in case Tek has stored more dead bodies down there.
Eventually, he notices his captain's bunk is missing, which he cannot allow. The nice bed is the one and only decent thing about the crappy job that has been thrust upon him.]
Who the sodding hell has nicked my bed?!!
NETWORK;
[Crowley finally deigns to post to the network himself from his comms station, occasionaly flicking switches to listen to random BEE-BOP noises. Why? He has his reasons. Reasons that may or may not involve an attempt to put annoying flash games on the system at some point in the future.]
'Lo people, Crowley here, unfortunate Captain of the SS Dysfunction. Sorry, Pathstone. Wondering if anyone else got one of these.
[He holds the weird red stone one of the happy inhabitants had given him.]
Because I don't know about you, but I've gained a healthy distrust of possibly magical objects, and I'd like to know if one of these had blown up on anyone, or turned someone into a slug or something. [A considerate pause.] No one's started worshipping them, have they? Because that doesn't end well.
1.- Even in space, he could only dance like all demons from his world could dance. Which is to say the sort of dancing he wasn't evil enough to inflict on other people's retinas.
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...Someone of your crew?
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[ Truthfully, she really probably shouldn't ask, but she can't help herself. It can't get much worse than this, right? ]
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[ She.... really doesn't seem to believe that. ]
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It just seems strange to me that you'd forget an important detail of something so memorable that couldn't have happened much more than a week ago.
[ Either way, Tek sure is in for it. She just has to decide what would be best exactly to do with this piece of information. Knowing Tek, he'd probably enjoy a confrontation and she's not sure she wants to alert him to putting up his guard around her. It does confirm her suspicions about Tek being one never to expose your back to though...
Cecil takes a breath and schools her expression into one of neutrality. ]
Anyway, I believe I should come back later. It seems you have your share of matters to sort out at the moment. Please excuse my barging in uninvited.
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[He gives a lazy wave, glad to see the back of her and not really trying to mask it.]
Yeah, you do that.