Yuya Sakaki (
entertainheir) wrote in
driftfleet2015-05-23 04:58 pm
Entry tags:
Video
Who: Yuya Sakaki
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video
Action: Marsiva
When: Saturday, May 23
[There's the image of a splayed hand rising away from the camera at first, and then a close-up view of green cargo pants - something's broadcasting from on the floor. The owner of the cargo pants isn't completely visible due to the angle, but there is a salmon-colored T-shirt and a kid's face, leaning over with his nose against one of the Marsiva's viewing windows. If he's aware of the broadcast, he doesn't seem to show it; but then again, he's currently busy being dumbfounded by the view outside right now.]
Space? This isn't...
[He fiddles with what looks like sort of maroon-colored device strapped to his arm, removing a card from a slot and re-inserting it.]
Dimension Mover, acti--huh? Error? Oh, come on, this can't be...where is everyone?
[He turns around to look out at the rest of the deck, seeing other people around but nobody he's looking for. It's again hard to tell for sure from the angle but he seems to shrink back just slightly - that is, until he glances downwards and sees the weird device he's been recording reflecting himself back at him.]
Eh? It's recording me?
[Crap. Shock registers on his face, then panic, and he scrambles to pick up the device and hold it out a foot from his face with one hand, tossing the other out dramatically like he's showing off the view of the stars behind him. His face is more visible now, now a wide-eyed grin that looks slightly forced before melding into something more natural. His voice, on the other hand, takes on a more pronounced and theatrical quality once he starts speaking again.]
Uh--Ladies and gentlemen! Hello! My name is Yuya Sakaki. I don't know whether it's day or night right now, but good day to you all the same! If there's anybody listening who could explain to me where we are, I humbly request your assistance. Thank you!
[There's a little more flailing as he uses his free hand to poke around until the broadcast shuts off, and then it's all mercifully over. For now.]
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video
Action: Marsiva
When: Saturday, May 23
[There's the image of a splayed hand rising away from the camera at first, and then a close-up view of green cargo pants - something's broadcasting from on the floor. The owner of the cargo pants isn't completely visible due to the angle, but there is a salmon-colored T-shirt and a kid's face, leaning over with his nose against one of the Marsiva's viewing windows. If he's aware of the broadcast, he doesn't seem to show it; but then again, he's currently busy being dumbfounded by the view outside right now.]
Space? This isn't...
[He fiddles with what looks like sort of maroon-colored device strapped to his arm, removing a card from a slot and re-inserting it.]
Dimension Mover, acti--huh? Error? Oh, come on, this can't be...where is everyone?
[He turns around to look out at the rest of the deck, seeing other people around but nobody he's looking for. It's again hard to tell for sure from the angle but he seems to shrink back just slightly - that is, until he glances downwards and sees the weird device he's been recording reflecting himself back at him.]
Eh? It's recording me?
[Crap. Shock registers on his face, then panic, and he scrambles to pick up the device and hold it out a foot from his face with one hand, tossing the other out dramatically like he's showing off the view of the stars behind him. His face is more visible now, now a wide-eyed grin that looks slightly forced before melding into something more natural. His voice, on the other hand, takes on a more pronounced and theatrical quality once he starts speaking again.]
Uh--Ladies and gentlemen! Hello! My name is Yuya Sakaki. I don't know whether it's day or night right now, but good day to you all the same! If there's anybody listening who could explain to me where we are, I humbly request your assistance. Thank you!
[There's a little more flailing as he uses his free hand to poke around until the broadcast shuts off, and then it's all mercifully over. For now.]

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