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driftfleet2015-04-20 12:55 pm
slukhtis) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-20 12:55 pm
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Who: Michael & you??
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva, like there is anyone THERE RIGHT NOW.
When: Idk the 20th? Let say that??? don't ask me.
[ The feed flicks on and he is upside down, giving the thing the same sort of look someone would give a person who turned out to have two extra heads talking in tongues. Or if those two heads were actually snakes, or dragons. Michael turns it until he appears on an angle, then shakes it, disrupting the feed with a few erratic shakes. ]
It's broken. [ He announces to practically no one, his voice is rough - gravely - as if he hasn't been using it for a while. ] This is fucking stupid. Send me back I'd rather deal with the bullshit tower and dumb robots. I had a comfy bed there, and a room, and people that didn't smell like shit. Or rotting bodies.
[ Last he remembers Robin's still there, along with all some other people he can't be bothered remembering the names of (Tabby, he remembers Tabby at least). He'll be pissed if he disappears again. Michael scoffs, leaning back and lifting the camera above his head. ]
This place also looks like shit. Couldn't kill you to add a few more colors in here or something, my damn eyes feel like they're gonna melt.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva, like there is anyone THERE RIGHT NOW.
When: Idk the 20th? Let say that??? don't ask me.
[ The feed flicks on and he is upside down, giving the thing the same sort of look someone would give a person who turned out to have two extra heads talking in tongues. Or if those two heads were actually snakes, or dragons. Michael turns it until he appears on an angle, then shakes it, disrupting the feed with a few erratic shakes. ]
It's broken. [ He announces to practically no one, his voice is rough - gravely - as if he hasn't been using it for a while. ] This is fucking stupid. Send me back I'd rather deal with the bullshit tower and dumb robots. I had a comfy bed there, and a room, and people that didn't smell like shit. Or rotting bodies.
[ Last he remembers Robin's still there, along with all some other people he can't be bothered remembering the names of (Tabby, he remembers Tabby at least). He'll be pissed if he disappears again. Michael scoffs, leaning back and lifting the camera above his head. ]
This place also looks like shit. Couldn't kill you to add a few more colors in here or something, my damn eyes feel like they're gonna melt.
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[ He repeats, testing the name on his tongue. Eh, not bad.]
It was alright. Kinda weird. Wasn't in space.
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[He doesn't really get a picture from that, but.]
What about the robots?
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They were like servants.
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Really?! That sounds cool! Hey, did they have any weapons or anything? Guns that came out of their arms, or guns for arms-- or claws!
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No. They just acted like servants, getting people stuff or cleaning.
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That sounds lame... Wasn't there anything fun to do? If it was a tower you lived in, it had to be kinda cool.
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[This guy is seriously weird!]
Well, if you had friends, it couldn't have been too bad.
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[ Don't judge him kid, that is rude! ]
I guess. [ He sighs then, bringing a hand to the back of his neck, fingers idly tapping the spot where his augment rests. ] Miss some of them.
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...I don't think any of my friends are here either.
[It's a weird thing to offer as comfort, he thinks, but it comes out anyway.] But before I ran into you, I was looking around on the network. It looks like people can come or go at any time. It just happens.
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Sucks.
[ His head drops to the side, mouth pressed together into a thin line. ]
Your friends could turn up then.