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[mortalcoil]

Who: The new weirdo on the Marsiva
Broadcast: Network-- fleet-wide
Action: Aboard the Marisva!
When: Oct. 22, nighttime

→ [network - audio, then video, and then text]

[at first, there's just the sound of someone fiddling with the buttons on some network station. technology is difficult, okay.

then, the camera turns on, and everyone watching will be treated to the sight of a raggedy, scarred-up teenager blinking in surprise at the screen. or... maybe it's not technically considered blinking, because he only has one eye.

he frowns hard when he realizes that he's turned the video on. that's not what he was aiming for. a second later, the video cuts off... and several seconds after that, a text transmission is sent out.]

hello.


→ [action - aboard the Marsiva]

[for anyone awake this late on the Marsiva--or awoken by the sound of someone angrily messing around with the buttons at a nearby network station--they can find this guy failing at technology.

I'm sure he's very friendly. you should say hi.]

Comments

voice;

[aberrant_type]

Hi there, kiddo.

text;

[mortalcoil]

[give him a second. he might not be a skilled typist.]

who are you

voice forever

[aberrant_type]

The name's Zoe Hange, captain of the SS Red Fish!

That's not where you are, before you ask.

text until the end of time

[mortalcoil]

what is this

?

network - video

[theboogieman]

[he was just checking the comm. he couldn't sleep. figured he'd see what the rest of the world was up to. he wasn't expecting this, wasn't expecting to trace this message back to an earlier video and see the startlingly familiar scars.

incoming message. video. it's kind of a marvel he managed to hit the button with how hard he slammed his hand on the control panel.]

Coil! Video, now!

[he sounds really scary. gravelly, low. he knows the tone. Coil can see his face, covered in that same paint, like he never left.]

[aberrant_type]

[you know she's just gonna pop her head in after a second, after his yell stops ringing around the halls.]

Hm, you can talk after all!

Everything all right? [BECAUSE HE DOESN'T SEEM TO BE UNDER ATTACK BUT WHAT DOES SHE KNOW]

[theboogieman]

Shut up.

[yeah, he's fine. clipped, angry. his voice sounds like gravel. staring intently at the screen.]

[aberrant_type]

Bad time? Friend of yours? Enemy? [Come on Zhas you know she doesn't EVER shut up]

network

[mortalcoil]

[for once, Coil does not immediately obey. he can't even breathe for dragging seconds on end.

as unreal as this whole--vision? hallucination? another warp and joke of reality?--is, it cannot compare to what hits him when he sees that face. the voice stabbing out into the air of the room only makes it worse.

it's too real.

it's impossible.]

network

[theboogieman]

[when he doesn't get a response back (no no no don't you fucking disappear again) he yells again. because, he remembers. it takes him twice.]

Coil! Pick up the fucking device.

network

[mortalcoil]

[and now Coil remembers. there's two chances. it's like cracking open a grave to remember what's buried there.

but enough of it is still automatic enough that his hand darts out without a solid thought behind it, while the rest of him is still too busy reeling, and he flicks on the video feed]

text

[sugoooi]

hi! wow you figured out the cameras fast that's awesome

text

[mortalcoil]

[are you ready for this incredible feat of typing?? I hope you are...]

who r you

i saw that

[sugoooi]

I'm Sam! Nice to meet you :)

at least I got it on the second try...

[mortalcoil]

[he's getting impatient, and his typing is getting worse because of it...]

wher am i

action

[optimystic]

[Maya has only been here for a few days, and she is already sooooooo booooooored of being the only person on a giant ship. So when she hears any kind of commotion, she comes running! From a distance she pauses when she sees that he seems kinda pissed, but she decides to approach anyway]

Woah, hey... are you okay?

action!

[mortalcoil]

[his head whips around as soon as he hears her, turning so he can get a good look at her with his one eye. visibly on high alert, like he's ready to bolt or something.

and he doesn't answer.]

action!

[optimystic]

[she raises a hand and waves... sloooowly... and gives an uncertain smile]

Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I'm stuck here too, just like you.

[mortalcoil]

[he doesn't move much, aside from his single eye darting a little as he looks her over, sizes her up.

and he doesn't relax necessarily, but he sidles closer to the wall and network station after a moment. more defensive and less offensive, as she seems like probably not so great of a threat.]

text

[blindoptimism]

[after watching Zhas for a little bit, Nunnally decides to give the two some privacy, and heads to another part of the ship where she can text]

Hello.
Did you just arrive?

text

[mortalcoil]

[his responses are slow-- either due to the important video conversation he's having elsewhere... or he really sucks at texting]

yes

text

[blindoptimism]

Welcome, although I'm sorry. Arriving can be disorienting.

[she sends that message first. Ugh, she wants to ask about him and Zhas SO BAD, but.... she doesn't want to be rude]

It gets better though, the people here are very kind.

[amarant]

[ There's an instant or two of video feed-- assuming that's how he had intended to communicate-- before his own video cuts. She does the same, an instant later.

Text works too. ]

Hello. Did you not mean to turn the video on?

[mortalcoil]

[uggggh give him a minute. he's annoyed at everything and isn't getting along with any bit of technology right now]

no

[amarant]

That's fine. They can be difficult at times.

Did you just arrive here?