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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

[mortalcoil]

[this sounds terribly fascinating--mostly because he's under the impression that whatever this guy is talking about could somehow be useful here.

unfortunately, with the way he's sneaking along against the wall, he's not paying attention to the fact that there are panels there with buttons and switches on them.

eventually, he's going to brush against whatever it is that flicks on a network feed from another ship. and give himself a small heart attack.]

[torsion]

I don't know. It's... [ Jill's still on edge (always on edge), senses so sharp and honed body and mind trained to be on guard and notice any little difference in the way sound and light shift. Anything. So she pauses, eyes searching the edge of her periphery before continuing. ] It's all a little much. It would be best to not draw any conclusions, especially if it is connected.

[ Her hand loops around his to take the post-it from his hand it look it over, the spoiled expression on her face melting into something almost demure. Just a little heart she drew and nothing more.

Her voice lowers and she leans in. ]

Someone else is here. Probably just curious. [ Like an animal, maybe? Whoever it is doesn't seem to be close enough to be seen, at least. Whatever. Voice raising again, she presses the post-it against his chest so it sticks there. ] Ah, that's better.

[siegel]

Good idea [ pausing to exhale slowly, rolling his shoulders and ignoring the small lump at his neck whenever his skin stretches over it. ] Still trying to make sense of all this.. from work to, uh, space. I could do without the thing in our heads or necks, though. Starting to miss the idea of binding contracts and debts compared to this.

[ chris focuses more on what's seen. oncoming threats, ambushes, or plain as day strikes. happy to leave his back open for his partners to watch, more on trust than laziness in his case. he pauses himself when he notices her eyes take a more alert shine; aware and seeking out something he doesn't notice. blinking dully when she reaches to slip the post-it from his hand and tugs for him to lean closer. ]

Hm? Oh. [ before he can really comment on it, the sticky note goes on his chest. wow wo owow owowowow ow super corny. ] Oh.

[mortalcoil]

[he shuts the computer panel off as quickly as he'd bumped it on, wincing. but the other two don't make any obvious signs to having noticed, so he just hangs out and waits for a minute.

and when he can breathe again, he creeps the little bit closer that brings him to the edge of what he can consider a hiding place. any further and he'd have to round a corner and step out into the open. he doesn't know which way they're facing or what they look like; there's too much risk.

so he crouches down right around the corner to do a little more listening.]