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driftfleet2015-05-22 12:30 pm
interspace) wrote in driftfleet2015-05-22 12:30 pm
oo1 / video
WHO Misha Hunt
BROADCAST Fleet-wide video!
ACTION Marsiva hospitality deck
WHEN May 20th because I'm a loser
[ The comm is set down on a table, facing down to give a wide angle of a young redheaded woman who is basically standing inside of a couch. Phasing! She looks to the camera, brows raised very pointedly!! And then walks forward to one of the walls leading further into the Marsiva and pushes.
Nada.
She looks back to the camera. Walks back to the couch, does a slow turn around while standing inside of it, then goes back and pushes on the wall again. After a moment, she steps back, uses both hands to point at the stubborn wall. ]
Is anyone else seeing this shit?
BROADCAST Fleet-wide video!
ACTION Marsiva hospitality deck
WHEN May 20th because I'm a loser
[ The comm is set down on a table, facing down to give a wide angle of a young redheaded woman who is basically standing inside of a couch. Phasing! She looks to the camera, brows raised very pointedly!! And then walks forward to one of the walls leading further into the Marsiva and pushes.
Nada.
She looks back to the camera. Walks back to the couch, does a slow turn around while standing inside of it, then goes back and pushes on the wall again. After a moment, she steps back, uses both hands to point at the stubborn wall. ]
Is anyone else seeing this shit?
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[this is interesting! he looks thoughtful, for a moment...]
The wall could be reinforced against whatever you do to keep you from foolishly stepping out into the vacuum of space... But it's more likely to keep something top-secret out of your fascinating little hands.
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[ She isn't against it, but it isn't the best technique to get on her good side, either. She considers, then shakes her head. ]
That's not an outer wall, though. Whatever they did to reinforce it, it's nothing I've ever seen before. And, I mean, we're space on a TV show or whatever, but this is pretty high up there.
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[he didn't think he was being all that flattering--but he's used to people with a pretty high bar. and he doesn't want to make it weird, like, thirty seconds in.]
Yeah, "never-before-seen oddities" are kind of a staple around here. Have you found your augment yet?
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Yes, I have. As... problematic as it is right now, I'm trying to focus on the external situation instead. Unless you had something of dire importance to say about it.
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[external it is. he leans back in his seat--which is definitely not on the Marsiva, but on some other, smaller ship.]
I don't suppose there's any point in telling you to sit tight and wait for reassignment?
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[ She looks away for a moment, examining the area around her before comparing it to Robin's background. ]
What kind of reassignment are we talking here?
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[he actually... leans over a little, turning the camera while he does. she can get a slightly better look at the space. it doesn't look spacious, but it's a lot cozier than the "sanitized white" look that the Marsiva boasts.]
I'm on the Bloodsport, myself. Captain Robin, at your service.
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All right, Captain Robin, you've got the lowly peon Misha at your service. For now. If I end up on your ship, anyway.
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But it's a pleasure to meet you, Misha. Welcome to the show, I suppose.
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Right, the show. Any indication how long our, uh, run is gonna be?
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[he shrugs a little. he's at least very casual about this whole thing; maybe there's nothing to worry about?]
No idea how long we're in it for, unless a "cycle" is a notable unit of measurement where you're from.
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Not really, but a cycle could mean anything... especially in space.
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[he shrugs it off.] The "cycle" is our only clue. There have been eleven of them before this, if our hosts and ship computers are to be trusted.
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So, eleven "seasons" of a show and we have no idea how long the seasons are. That would almost make me think it's just a year but... how long has this been going already? It doesn't sound like we're all brought in equal here.
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The Fleet's been roaming around for about seven months, now. I was among some of the first people to show up on these ships, so... I guess we'll see what happens when I hit a year here.
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Wonder if they'll even acknowledge it being a year. Maybe they have some weird kind of space calendar?
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Ah, that's a thing--more money shows up in our bank accounts when we're getting "good ratings", whatever those entitle. I think it's a little different for everyone.
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[ She takes that in well enough considering her almost-lack of reaction. ] What use is money here for us, anyway? Don't tell me we have to pay rent, too.
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[he has zero shame in this. he's making bank.]
Not rent, but you've got to pay if you want actual food or anything to wear that isn't the space equivalent of a janitor's uniform.
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[ She's all for playing the situation to her advantage but if that means flirting with this guy, she's just not up for it. ]
That's all kinds of lame. But... I guess easier than getting an actual job anywhere.
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[he's okay with that. he thinks she may be making it a bigger deal than it is... though he's not the one being pestered.]
That about describes the Fleet in a nutshell. Annoying, but rarely that painful.
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And yet definitely not my preferred destination for a detour. So we just sit back, enjoy the ride, wait 'til the cycle ends before we can get on with our lives?
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[he shrugs. at least he looks a little less smiley about this part.]
Still, gotta start somewhere. You think you're the kind of mind who could figure it out?
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