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driftfleet2014-10-24 05:32 pm
siegel) wrote in driftfleet2014-10-24 05:32 pm
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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. ]
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. ]
no subject
[ She's not a huge science fiction fan, so you'll have to forgive her when her first thought isn't that they'll be beamed out of her, teleported, whatever. She's a practical person.
That fights monsters. Sometimes with rocket launchers. ]
I see. I guess if you take into consideration how things work on television shows, that's to be expected. Slow introduction of new... new characters. Plot-twists, sometimes. Hopefully we're not going to make things any more difficult for you.
[ She seems young. Jill doesn't want to be condescending and ask if she needs help or someone to look out for her or anything like that. She remembers how she was when she had been young (willful is one way to put it), but at the same time... it's never easy to ask for help when you need it. Or company. ]
I guess this means we're in for the long haul, right? [ Maybe she'll try, anyway. ] You can count on me, if you need anything.
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[Nunnally smiles gently. This woman is being nothing but exceedingly kind. Coming to a new place, being ripped from something suddenly, and now she's the one who is offering to look out for her? It's a very sweet gesture and Nunnally appreciates it. She nods along as Jill talks about the structure of the reality show, and then bows her head slightly at the kind offer]
Indeed. We all have a lot to gain, I think, from working together. You can also count on me for anything that you need. [although she's sure it sounds like a slightly hollow offer coming from someone who seems so young]
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[ If there was any doubt that they knew one another prior to their arrival here, this is probably a good indication that they know one another. Other than the way they seem to stand close and butt into one another's conversations. There's a comfortable atmosphere on the other end.
She takes in something of an audible breath that nearly falls on the sigh spectrum. When he exhales, it's a puffy laugh in a string of two or three. ]
Yeah, it's... a lot to take in. I don't disagree, though. In this sort of situation we need to remember that we're all in the same boat -- or ship, rather.
[ No, she thinks it's a wonderful offer. Maybe she can't do the same things that Jill can and maybe it's... who knows if it'll be of any use. But the fact that she offers means a lot. ]