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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.]

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Hi there, kiddo.

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

who are you

Edited 2014-10-23 04:39 (UTC)

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

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

[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.]

[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]

Shut up.

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

Edited 2014-10-23 04:50 (UTC)

[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.]

what is this

?

What do you mean in particular?

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

[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.

[ugh, don't complicate it]

tell me whats going on

Edited 2014-10-23 04:55 (UTC)

[he turns his head just to GROWL AT HER and then return to the screen. he seems really mad...]

You're in a space ship! A space ship is a thing that can fly, but past the sky you normally see when you're at home... well, I presume. There's no air outside, but there are stars, moons and various other things that you find in space.

[She's gonna hang around to see if he actually speaks more, and failing that, going to quietly stalk their conversation on the communicators, at least what's publicly available of it.]

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

[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]

[hell, she can stay in the room for as long as she wants--he'll start talking again soon, and once he does, it'll be like he doesn't even notice she exists.]

[ugggggh he's sighing on his side of the network]

why

[and just like that, when he can finally see him for several consecutive seconds without him vanishing on him, assured that he's really going to stay--his rage lifts like a ghost and he sighs, face momentarily sinking out of sight as he bows his head.

thank god. thank fucking god. another breath, and he calms down.

assessment. checklist. assembly. come on, it's just like always.]

Calm down. You're fine.

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

who r you

Edited 2014-10-23 05:06 (UTC)

I'm Sam! Nice to meet you :)

For the entertainment of others, to put it bluntly.

[it's just like always.

and he can't handle it.

before he kind of ducks and turns away from the camera, one of his hands lifts up to cover the lower half of his face.

he's moved away a little bit, but there's still enough of him visible to confirm that he's still there. he's not going anywhere.]

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

wher am i

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