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[siegel]

Who: Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, & errbody.
Broadcast: fleet-wide, video
Action: marsiva funtimes
When: oct. 22, night (lil backdated)

( video )
[ The feed starts off as video first, before switching through the various modes of voice, text, and quickly skimming through the archives. Sooner or later, he flips it back to video. Figuring it'd be best to switch and leave the mode as is, the last thing he wanted was to be accused of poking through things he wasn't supposed to. ]

The feed seems to play on other stations like this one. Saves in the archives as it runs, too. Think our boss has something to do with this?

[ Sliding off his old guard mask, he tilts his head towards someone off screen. Though their voice is caught easily enough. ]

Hard to say. Someone obviously is responsible for this. [ Her voice is strained and ends on a huff, while she zips the suit up as high as it can go, giving it an extra tug even though it is at its limits. ] Regardless, we should stay on our toes.

Well, I don't think we're gonna start connecting the dots on our own anytime soon. So might as well ask... [ At least there seemed to be somewhat helpful replies on the announcements he'd sifted through. With that, he crosses his arms and after a minute or so of shifting and leaning on the edge of the desk; he asks: ] Anyone out there mind filling us in on all this?

[ Not questioning why he knows vague ideas of space and space travel all of a sudden, either. ]


( action )
[ To anyone still milling about the Marsiva, two middle aged teenagers are currently standing around the comms station a little after their broadcast. With the beefy looking guy in a pink yukata a few sizes too small and the lady beefcake in a gaudy blue catsuit. They're digging out a bunch of small post-its with a few scrawled on napkins from their pockets or folds, with the former sliding his old fox mask to the side of his head as he goes over their loot pile.

Eventually they move onto the communicators, things they're more familiar with than dealing with patron spirits or bathhouse customers of Koriko. Exchanging their frequency numbers and sending texts to test out the connection. And, occasionally, leaning over each others shoulders to try out a number of different emoticons before simmering down. Although the awful late night TV shows pull their attention from time to time. Interesting. ]

Comments

[siegel]

That's good to know, and at least it's nothing permanent. I can handle being shuffled around at first, I think. [ LOUDLY SWEATS m...ayb....e... gotta.. play it cool.. ] 'sides, what's your ship like? Shipmates, or the other contestants.

[ something he picked up from marathoning reality tv shows with his younger sister. and watching the latter argue at the screen about eliminations or confessions. ]

[blindoptimism]

[she thinks she understands the question]

Ship mates. There's no real reason for us to work against each other, and everyone seems to be getting along. Ah, let's see... Our captain is an enthusiastic woman named Hange, and there is also a quiet man[??? skull??? dude??? glowing eyes?? and he seems to play his name close to the chest so she doesn't blurt it out].

We're all aboard the SS Redfish. [and there's certain obvious tint of fondness in her voice]

[siegel]

[ like that road rules, except less(?) drama, makeouts, and vomiting is what he thinks this place is. rest in pieces. ]

Ah, figured there'd be a big cash prize at the end of all this. My bad for assuming, it's somewhat of a trend back home. [ he's used to shoving cameras out of the way, too. what a manbearpig. ] Sounds like you've landed yourself on a good ship. Hope it keeps up for you all.

[blindoptimism]

Is it really? [color her interested, but she can ask him all kinds of random questions about his world later, she'd feel bad derailing the conversation at this point]

Thank you. And I hope that you find a ship that you like as well.

[siegel]

Really. [ huffing through his nose despite the small smile. though he doesn't answer the last part, c-can't be too obvious when he misses being near the partner. ] The cast is usually made up of kids in their mid-twenties, though. They either get voted or kicked off each week until the last person remains.

[blindoptimism]

Oh my. That sounds like a situation that would be prone to.. outbursts.

[siegel]

I could see why it'd be popular, though my sister tells me a good chunk of it is scripted.

From what you're all telling me and my partner, I don't think we'll have to worry about that happening.

[ unless you're that maf ship.................. gunsmiths and grannies ]

[blindoptimism]

Mm, so you are partners? [cute, she ships it....]

It must be comforting to be able to come here together.