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driftfleet2019-01-05 12:14 am
woodcarving) wrote in driftfleet2019-01-05 12:14 am
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to adventure!
Who: Magnus and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The planet/the SS Vanquish
When: The last day or so before drift
[action; ss vanquish]
Wha—?!
[So, there's a pretty big generic warrior dude who appears on the bridge, accompanied by a pudding and a jingle and a burst of confetti. He knows he's without his trusty axe, sword, and javelin, so he's sorta stuck unarmed. But that's fine, he can take it! He can take it!
There's... nothing to fight here, though. Which he doesn't realize until he's football tackling a spinning chair. The chair spins, however, and he's not expecting to be stopped by a chair instead of a wall-- and he goes flying onto the floor. Head over heels. A little bit of confetti lands on top of his head. That's what we call a natural 1, folks.
Later on, Magnus is still getting acclimated to his new home, but at least he's found the kitchen. The issue is that he's not sure where the food actually is. He tries to get a drink but this switch only squeezes some of that nasty protein gel into his coffee mug.] What the heck is this? [He makes a face and sniffs it.]
Wait. It smells like -- [sniff sniff] -- ... cheese?
[The beverage machine is over there. Maybe he'll figure it out.]
-----
[video; after shuffle]
[The screen is a little uncomfortably close to Magnus' rugged jaw as he tries to find a good angle for this thing. Finally he figures it out and sets it on what appears to be a wooden table, somewhere-- a cafΓ©? Or maybe just a really stylish kitchen? It's hard to tell from the background alone. Magnus dominates most of the view even with personal space taken into account, and half of that is probably sideburns.]
Um... hail and well met! This is kinda weird and... definitely new, so I'm not totally sure you can see me? But uh, hopefully you can hear me. My name's Magnus-- Magnus Burnsides. I have a really, really important question to ask.
[A beat.]
Okay, two-- no, three questions? Actually, wait... you know what, I'll just stick with the big one for now.
Are you absolutely sure that the people who kidnapped us aren't in the really big ship everyone wakes up on? Because it seems to me-- we've got a bunch of ships, and we can probably steer them-- so, it seems to me like we should be able to get onto it somehow and poke around.
Has anyone tried that?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The planet/the SS Vanquish
When: The last day or so before drift
[action; ss vanquish]
Wha—?!
[So, there's a pretty big generic warrior dude who appears on the bridge, accompanied by a pudding and a jingle and a burst of confetti. He knows he's without his trusty axe, sword, and javelin, so he's sorta stuck unarmed. But that's fine, he can take it! He can take it!
There's... nothing to fight here, though. Which he doesn't realize until he's football tackling a spinning chair. The chair spins, however, and he's not expecting to be stopped by a chair instead of a wall-- and he goes flying onto the floor. Head over heels. A little bit of confetti lands on top of his head. That's what we call a natural 1, folks.
Later on, Magnus is still getting acclimated to his new home, but at least he's found the kitchen. The issue is that he's not sure where the food actually is. He tries to get a drink but this switch only squeezes some of that nasty protein gel into his coffee mug.] What the heck is this? [He makes a face and sniffs it.]
Wait. It smells like -- [sniff sniff] -- ... cheese?
[The beverage machine is over there. Maybe he'll figure it out.]
-----
[video; after shuffle]
[The screen is a little uncomfortably close to Magnus' rugged jaw as he tries to find a good angle for this thing. Finally he figures it out and sets it on what appears to be a wooden table, somewhere-- a cafΓ©? Or maybe just a really stylish kitchen? It's hard to tell from the background alone. Magnus dominates most of the view even with personal space taken into account, and half of that is probably sideburns.]
Um... hail and well met! This is kinda weird and... definitely new, so I'm not totally sure you can see me? But uh, hopefully you can hear me. My name's Magnus-- Magnus Burnsides. I have a really, really important question to ask.
[A beat.]
Okay, two-- no, three questions? Actually, wait... you know what, I'll just stick with the big one for now.
Are you absolutely sure that the people who kidnapped us aren't in the really big ship everyone wakes up on? Because it seems to me-- we've got a bunch of ships, and we can probably steer them-- so, it seems to me like we should be able to get onto it somehow and poke around.
Has anyone tried that?
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[... Look, he's not the best with technology. He's not stupid, but he'd rather just drop a chain in the middle of a machine than find the off button.]
I would've tried earlier if I knew you were here. Speaking of which, who had the dwarf last? Did we have a sign out sheet?
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[he rolls his eyes. There's no keeping track of Merle and even if there was, it definitely wasn't ever Taako's job to do it.]
And fair point, I'll concede that, but you still could have said hello before four days passed.
As for Merle? Definitely not me. You were the last to see him, literally. He's probably sitting at the- uh the base [Not "home," even if Taako stumbles over the word a little.] making eyes at a ficus.
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[He shrugs helplessly.]
Listen. I was stuck with a guy who had like four robot arms and he wouldn't give me any. It was deeply upsetting.
[That's not a very satisfying answer, though the mention of his arboreal lust makes Magnus wince visibly on camera.]
It's really weird he didn't follow us here, but it sounds like we don't get much of a choice. I don't-- [He pauses, his usual bright demeanor darkening slightly.] ... Taako, I don't like this.
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At the mention of a robot with four arms though?]
Holy shit seriously? That's fuckin' rude. You should've just stolen one while he was sleeping.
[Did robots sleep? Who knew.
And the goof gave Taako enough time to think more on how...upset Magnus looked. It makes him uncomfortable, seeing the normally chipper fighter looking so glum? Was that the word?]
And hey, it took you a few months to catch up to me, so maybe Merle - that slow ass - is just taking a little longer. And if he arrives, you realize that means we are going to have to corral him and explain why he can't fuck all the alien plants, right? Take it as a vacation.
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[Magnus has seemingly adjusted well to this sudden paradigm shift, but the truth is that he's still looking hard for a way out, and he needs to make sure his people are safe.]
Mm, you're right. He could just be waddling through the giant... time-space... continuum or something. [He shudders at the reminder of Merle's goddamn arbor ardor. He could really, really use some brain bleach after that. It's too bad he can't feed it to Fisher and forget it, too, since they're immune to it now...] We could just let him get eaten, he'd learn then.
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[Also? He wouldn't be caught dead sleeping in some weirdo's house where a cat would stare at him. What life have you led, Magnus, where that is an issue?
Taako rolls his eyes.]
Death isn't permanent here, so he'd just show up again in two weeks and bitch us out. I don't know about you, but I already call dibs on ignoring him and shoving him in your direction.
no subject
[Somewhere very far away, there's a copyright claim being filed.]
Whoa whoa whoa-- what? Death isn't permanent?
[oh, god.]
no subject
[He adds and very quickly because he is not getting sued by that massive money-making machine, mmmmkay?
But also? Yeah welcome to this clusterfuck of non-death, Magnus.]
And nope, not permanent. Although you can die, so don't go running off the moon for the funsies just to see what happens. There's consequences, obviously, but it's not as uh, as severe as the usual "oops, I'm dead and here comes the Grim Reaper to claim my soul for eternity" type deal.
no subject
[Seriously. He doesn't want to live forever. That sounds like the worst thing ever.]
Anyway, don't worry about me jumping off a moon or some shit-- I don't want to make Death mad. He's super into you.
no subject
[They aren't even really getting paid for all this. Sure they get credits, but it's not like he can take space money back with him and cash it in for gold.
Also what the fuck. Why does everyone know about him and Kravitz??? He thought he had that on the DL and Mags hadn't even been here that long.]
And? The existence or non-existence of my love life is not a topic I ever want to discuss with you so let's table that. For like, forever.
He's here, by the way. So don't do anything stupid.